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I'm sorry for my distance I probably should have called.
Been sweating through my pillow, pulling off my clothes.
And I broke all my wine glasses and I'm fighting with myself.
Just to get on up. Get on up.
I'm saying I don't need you. Now I'm talkin to myself and I've had enough.
And I don't feel like drinking on my own.
And I don't feel like this is all my fault.
I kinda fear myself now.
I section off myself. No doubt about it.
Say I'm gunna run say I'm gunna run.
No point in reaching out.
I finally feel myself now no way around it.
I'm thinking I could message, tell you that I'm good.
I'm hanging out with strangers, sitting on the floor.
Keep forgetting I'm not crazy. And I'm biting on my tongue.
Just to get above.
Wide clenching wrapped in poison. But I finally shook it off.
And I'm glad enough.
And I don't feel like drinking on my own.
And I don't feel like this is all my fault.
No time to fight about it. I'm not made of stone.
The final call for a fading old soul. No time to fight it. I'm barely here.
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Small Price
03:34
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You're reading minds again, or so you often thought.
I'm breathing fine my friend. Kick off your heels.
Think I better stop. found an opportune moment to find the time and go for broke.
But I hope it won't end: beard, poison, fear, face pressed to the bed left all alone.
By the time you're something, I've a foot in the grave.
I better sit myself down right away.
You're spinning webs I think. You've even caught yourself out.
Sitting in a room of smoke. Your guard is up. I can tell you had to fend for yourself.
Hope you don't end, young, poison, fear, face pressed to the tile for all to miss.
By the time you're something, I've a foot in the grave.
I better sit myself down right away.
By the time you're something. I'd have circled the drain.
I better sit myself down right away.
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Thorns and All
04:44
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I know just why you stopped drinking.
I know why you're often cold.
You had a darkness in your subtlety. I left my reason at the door.
She just has to stop herself I'm sure.
And I don't want to peel myself undone.
She got that inked thigh. She got that crooked smile.
I got vibrations. I know I play with fire.
Pretty soon I'll be back with you.
I'm feelin' like the chance is all mine. I feel I'm getting into my stride.
Pretty soon. I'll hear back from you.
Or maybe it's the end of my time. Sitting on the edge of this knife.
All these thorns slip through my finger.
I can't seem to rest my soul.
You had to dance just more like push and pull.
I had to sniff you out for more.
She just has to stop herself I'm sure.
And I don't want to peel myself undone.
Pretty soon wash my hands of you. Don't waste your time waving goodbye.
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Modern History
04:06
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I feel a little selfish
I shouldn't have to kill time
You seem a little helpless
and looking dead behind the eyes.
You gotta give up
gotta feel something
I got myself up. Got myself walking.
You seem a little precious and I don't that fight.
Is it wrong if I want to make you mine
cause all night I find, that I don't feel right.
With your glitter and your scent and makeup on.
I got notes to blow.
And we got nowhere else to go.
Make a little contact.
Money sorts itself out.
You seem a little perfect, but obviously the times up.
Dreams never seem like real life.
She passes me all the time.
You gotta feel love.
You gotta feel something.
She got her heels on. Got herself walking.
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Brasco Deep
05:49
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Hold your hips and sway
stop speaking so decisive
let me go and find out. You'd been wired all the time.
I throw back my soda. I roll back my shoulders.
We aint gonna work like that. peering at your phone like … who've you got to woo?
I'm only here to prove. We aint gonna hold your head…
CHORUS:
We're not that small
if that's not plain to see.
We can barely stand up.
Uncross our eyes.
We're not that small. No not at all.
Close your lips and pray.
In a cloud of indecision.
Then I went and found out. You'd been lying all the time.
I throw back my soda. I roll back my shoulders.
We aint gonna work like that. peering at your phone like … who've you got to woo?
I'm only here to prove. We aint gonna hold your head…
CHORUS:
We're not that small
if that's not plain to see.
We can barely stand up.
Uncross our eyes.
We're not that small. No not at all.
And I hold myself up. Cause I love myself. If I fall you fall too.
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sansonus Melbourne, Australia
Ex-VHS rental store turned marginal rock band.
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