1. |
I Quit You
03:17
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Oh i walk around this city like I just struck gold
yeah i walk around this city like the secret that i know
if you're looking to be told, follow your soul
cause if your soul is solid gold, your heart is gonna show..
but not me not now not then not never.
my bones start to shake at the first sign of weather
but not just any weather, when it gets worse.
drinking holy water gonna lift this curse
but my curse wont lift and my taste won't give.
my heart is over-time and its working in shifts.
and i'm feeling like shit singing bah bah bah bah bah.
and i say i don't know what the trouble is or why you treat me so unkind.
and i know were changing, because i'm changing too.
and i thought we could change together. I wanna change with you.
my blood is boiling and cooking my heart
wanna swallow you hole, tear you apart
limb from limb, hum from hymn i wanna climb you like a tree.
i wanna suck you like a cigarette.
i wanna quit you, yeah Nicorette.
I wanna chew you up and spit you out.
i wanna use you like gasoline, so come on car, and put some space between.
me and my baby that is not my baby no more.
and i say i don't know what the trouble is or why you treat me so unkind.
and i know were changing, oh because i'm changing too.
and i thought we could change together. I wanna change with you.
(hey kid, you ruined my life)
oh i walk around this city like you swallowed my soul
yeah im lurkin in the shadows of the people that you know
next time your outside, its bone chillin' cold
i quit you.
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2. |
Walk You Home
03:18
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blah blah baby yeah blab with your fingers
i'm comin over for days i will linger.
throughout your house when i open my mouth yeah it holds you down
the smell on my sheets and the taste on my teeth made my heart get weak
but my knees so strong baby where are you from?
i wanna walk you home.
i'm sick and tired of being well and awake uh huh.
i wanna cause some trouble wanna make some mistakes.
oh i'd love to show you the back of my hands yeah.
coral you by the collar and then cuff you againr and then cuff you again.
i wanna walk you home.
oh i leave for two weeks
i come back and my ends don't meet.
dirty blonde, dirty trick.
i spill my guts then i come back sick.
but i miss you so much, come back kid.
get me out of here.
i cut my hair, cut my loss gonna quit my job baby i'm my boss.
i lost you, now i'm lost
come and get me out of here.
i wanna walk you home.
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3. |
100 Books
04:16
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The two weeks that you loved me, two weeks i loved the most
when I woke up in the morning with your glasses on my nose
and i flew into La Guardia after a 7 hour flight
now i'm drippin down the east coast, gonna flood jersey tonight
I fill my head with Ludwig Van, and thoughts from the other night
when you told me your life story, I learned nothing about your life.
From the bottom to the top.
I don't wanna be sober I don't wanna be awake
I wanna sleep my life away.
And the sun's singing symphonies on a bright shiny day, I wanna sleep my life away.
From the bottom to the top.
Tangled hair of another color, the curse of another lover.
I cant cool down my machine gun mouth, I hold no one above her.
shes so solid gold, let me have a look
and yeah i read a hundred but she wrote a thousand books
hey take a look at your looks, and take a look at whats left,
and know damn well you should be happy with yourself
From the bottom to the top.
I don't wanna be sober I don't wanna be awake
I wanna sleep my life away.
And the sun's singing symphonies on a bright shiny day, I wanna sleep my life away.
From the bottom to the top.
On the coldest of shoulders on the coldest of days couldnt turn my love away.
Not a knife in my back, spit on my face, could turn my love away.
And the coldest of shoulders on the coldest of days couldnt turn my love away.
From the bottom, alll the way to the top.
I love you from the bottom to the top.
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4. |
Big Black Soul
04:13
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With the moon in the sky your arms opened wide you let me inside.
And i looked around until i found something that i like.
oh i want other women, i need something different, but baby not tonight.
no i want you like i used to, tell me is that alright.
that's alright by me.
there's a big black hole in my big black soul yeah you knew it all along.
your fair skin is my favorite color and your voice is my favorite song.
and i might not know where i'm going but i know where i'm from.
i used to have you in the palm of my hand now you've got me under your thumb.
and that's alright by me.
my throat is sore from pleading my case.
you've got no heart so you've got to save face.
yeah your face is good, and your body is good.
there's just a few things that are misunderstood like
should i go or should i stay
let myself get used in every way
i need you, more than i need myself.
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5. |
Your Headache
03:23
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I can be your stage, i can be your knees
i'll be the curtain that closes when you don't wanna be seen.
i can be the spirit that moistens your walls,
be your new pair of heels that holds you so tall.
i wanna be the tonic that dulls out the taste.
i wanna be your morning, yeah your headache.
as your skin gets loose and your stock goes down,
rekindle old flames with wet matches that you found.
who am i kidding? we were a match, yeah a match made in movies
the cat of the cat.
i wanna be the tonic that dulls out the taste
i wanna be your morning, yeah your headache.
i'd give all that i've got to you.
and all of my life my biggest regret
is that you can't remember what i can't forget.
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6. |
I Miss You
01:51
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I said something mean that you'd have found funny, now i miss you.
and i saw some shoes that you'd of found ugly, now i miss you.
i haven't been taking care of myself. no way,
i've been too busy taking care of everyone else.
and i heard a song that you used to sing so lovely.
and i hold you higher than i hold me above me. yes i do.
i haven't been taking care of myself, no way
i've been too busy taking care of everyone else.
and elliot said so it goes.
i wake up and see the sun that you see, and i miss you.
i open my mouth and then i just breathe.
and i miss you.
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7. |
Call Into Work
03:17
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baby if you're hungry you can always eat your love
and if you're cold you can wear it yeah love hats, love gloves.
love this love that, let your love show.
yeah i planted my vain's so our love could grow.
and your love, its haunting me. sugar
yeah your love, your haunting love gives me the creeps.
and brothers and sisters were calling into work,
and you better kiss me if i dont kiss you first.
oh your hand on my neck what a silent curse
and every time i see you it seems to get worse.
yeah your love, its haunting me. sugar
yeah your love, your haunting love gives me the creeps.
your love it is haunting me. and when i open up my eyes its all i see.
your love. your haunting love.
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8. |
All the Love You Want
03:17
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im creeping up the backstairs
i caught you just in time
you crush me up like coffee and you drink me up like wine
and im ready for you to do what you gotta do, im ready, im ready, im ready
and this could be an all time. yeah
and this could be an all time. yeah
all time. all time.
they say life is what you make of it and so i made it this
i've got some friends who made it but i truly think i missed
and im ready to do what i 've gotta do. i'm ready, im ready im ready
and this could be an all time. yeah
and this could be an all time. yeah
so kid what it all all boils down to
you can make all the love that you want
but dont let your love make you
so kid what it all boils down to
you can make all the love that you want
but dont let your love make you.
don't let your love make you.
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9. |
My Bare Hands
04:34
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taken like a test that i know i failed,
taken like a breath and i need to exhale.
i know i can do it and you know i can do it
monetary minds aren't confined by paper or fluid.
its as easy as falling asleep.
can you feel the emptiness?
oh my birds empty nest.
i'm here to clean your wings, i'm here to lick your wounds and sit on our eggs.
here to sew the seam between you and me.
here to brighten all of life's ugly little colors you cant read
its as easy as parting the sea.
heavy like weights, two young hearts take shape.
encase the mold, of hands to hold, the house on the lake
our secret safe
you were crabby, tired, feeling uninspired
lost and lonely mess
in the same state, not state of mind and i have to confess
i don't know when i'll see you again
pixels cant cut it, because a knife couldn't cut it
yeah ill take on the world and live in a house that i'm gonna build
with my bare hands.
heavy like weights, two young hearts take shape.
encase the mold, of hands to hold, a house on the lake
yeah our secrets safe
you were crabby, tired, feeling uninspired
lost and lonely mess
in the same state, not state of mind and i have to confess
i don't know when i'll see you again
god damn kid i would lay myself out for you
i would go anywhere that you ask me to.
and i'll shimmer, and i'll shine, and i'll blow your mind
i'll wake up and i will comply.
a more creative way to say that i love you is to give you myself and i mean it.
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10. |
Mouth
03:45
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i was grinding my teeth til the sun came up
and i drank your blood from a solo cup
peel the skin off my fingers like you did me off your life
and the salt from dead skin, it can't melt your ice
or change your mind, or make you mine
i cant teach you to see when your not blind.
or learn you to love when your all loved out.
or make sense of the words coming from your mouth.
i've got 21 grams the second you leave,
in a hospital bed with tricks up my sleeve.
yeah my heart up there's playing tricks on me
in black and white for me to read.
no slight of hand no tongue and cheek,
its well pronounced and profound to me.
yeah my heart up there its skippin beats.
i'm gonna hide it in my head im gonna paint it green.
you've made your bed of silk sheets, but they'll all turn to stone.
and it may be a while but youre gonna end up alone.
i'm a panic attack so call me back
with a lengthy list of things that i lack.
i could boil myself i could fit to please
i wont call you those names i wont squeeze your knees
and i can still do me cause i'm just that
and we can get a place with a dog and a cat
and you can make all the money and ill make you laugh
and on sunday morning's follow you like a map.
you've made your bed of silk sheets but they'll all turn to stone.
it may be a while, but you're gonna end up alone.
life is what you make of it and so i made it this:
the tip of the tongue, the teeth, and the lips.
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