1. |
Katie
02:18
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headway, coming at the wrong way in
heresy, stumbled out from where we’d been
katie says that i was wrong
katie says we’ve come along
if you could see just how i’d plead
katie says that I would bleed
if you would say that i was wrong
if you would say our lack was drawn
if you would say that i was wrong
if you would say that i was wrong
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2. |
Saturday Night
03:38
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twenty years of dirt on my sneakers
twenty years has taken its toll
we're throwing ourselves into a current
with no care for where it pulls
remember when things didn't matter
remember when you drove me home
i'm bringing our friends out to the tower
right to the spot we call our own
and when you fall asleep
when lights start to spin
will you think of me
as the past beings
and when you open your eyes
do you embrace disguise
and do you think of me
on saturday nights
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3. |
Julia
03:02
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julia wait
you stay up late
so i'll stay up later
i'll be your weight
for your head on my shoulder
when we grew older
you moved upstate
julia, i really thought you knew
the more i sink the more i think about you
penning your notes
on nights without talking
winter road walking
your hands in my coat
you were all ears
i was all throat
so i told you my fears
a passive spectator
sooner than later
you disappeared
julia, i really thought you knew
the more i sink the more i think about you
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4. |
The Garden
04:16
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let's buy two tickets to the garden
let's buy that plot next to the zoo
cuz there's nothing left to sell
there's nothing left to sell when i'm with you
you don't have to ask your parents
mine won't even have a clue
cuz there's nothing left to tell
there's nothing left to tell when i'm with you
you won't wear me out
(not where we're going to)
there's nothing left to sell when i'm with you
you won't wear me out
(not where we're going to)
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5. |
Zoomer
01:51
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friday i moved quickly like a hundred dollar bill
i didn't think to call but i think i love you still
in the city with a microphone there's money to be made
not from what i'm told but our parents help us pay
for coffee and fake cigarettes, our limbs keeping thin
but cramped to fill the car with our dignity in sin
and my heart beats fast
like these top three strings
through a fender amp
with the tone fucking clean
with a broken
i'm a broken voice
who will strum and sing
and tell you anything
with a broken voice
we're a broken voice
who can strum and sing
and tell you anything
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