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Wintriloquist
01:30
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26/27
04:27
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I'm losing blood and losing friends
This winter was softer
Than the skin on your cheek
I know, because I wiped your tears
Before you stood on your two feet
And everyday we'd meet the weeks
With hoods pulled tonight
And hands up in our sleeves
We prepared for anything
But this year, spring won't be a thief
We're pressing our luck and pressing our cheeks
Against fogged up window panes
My hand on your chest, just a little to the left
Becomes my window seat
Oh my god, I feel so alive
My bandaged hands pay no mind
And oh my god, the cracks in the sidewalk
Always keep me in line
You keep me in time
Oh my god please get me back to Jackson Ave
Oh my god get me back to Jackson Ave
Get me back to the basement couch
Let me breathe that secondhand smoke
And I'll fry beneath those pale lights
Get me back, get me back to Jackson Ave
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The Little Prince
04:03
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I’ll tell you, kid
You know nothing of roses
And their nature of making you believe
That they say all the right things
And you say all the wrong
But when we get em back
We’ll get em back hard
I’m on your side
Stay here tonight
We’re lost, far from
All we, all we know as home
I’ll tell you, kid
Don’t give the old folks a dime
For they’ve got nothing useful to say
They say they’re all figured out
And you just need to grow up
But when we get em back
We’ll get em back hard
But don’t let the flowers fool you
And don’t let age move you
You’ve got your own birds now
And all the worlds are yours now
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Revvis
05:46
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You’re falling apart in the ugliest ways
And you’re loving every minute of it
Seperation of muscle from bone
Is just another look you can’t pull off
I regret never seeing you cry
Watching you feel
Because I’m convinced you can’t
I regret holding back your hair
When you’d make yourself sick
Just to look a little better than me
I’ve realized I don’t need you
And I just can’t be with you
You fucked me up so badly
I’m getting off of you
You loved me and you left me
You got me high and left me
You fucked me up so badly
I’m getting off of you
I’m telling you this one more time,
Get off my back
I’m telling you this one more time,
Get out of my head
I still dream about you all the time
That you come back in my life
And we talk just like we used to
As if he never changed you
But even if I got the chance
I don’t think I’d ever be your friend again
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Last Night We Died
05:05
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I woke up in a new bed today,
And when I saw that you weren't there,
I gave up hope on everything.
I got up and wrapped myself up in the cold,
I stared out of my window and painted pictures in my head.
The scent of my bed ain't the same without you,
And I can't even recognize the smell of my own home.
Jump,
My feet are screaming
Jump.
You know that you can do it,
And this will all be over.
My eyes roll into the back of my head
As I try to fight the sensation.
I know what I want,
And I know what is best,
And, sadly, they do not coincide.
I know why I'm here,
Though I wish that I weren't
And it's eating at my last will.
Last night, we died
And buried ourselves beneath the tree,
Except you weren't there,
It was only me
And though it wasn't death,
I prayed to God it could be,
But if God answered prayers,
Who knows where I would be.
I've reached critical mass
From these constant attacks
From my lousy grey mass
Sending shocks down my back
And my spine, how it shatters,
It cracks and it creaks
And my brain, how it spatters,
It spills and it leaks.
If we can't control death,
How can we control our lives?
And if we're the image of God,
Why are there limits to our minds?
Buried beneath the tree,
I beg and plead release from hell
As if heaven ever existed,
I know God would never tell.
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The Concrete Summer Erie, Pennsylvania
Emo band from Erie, Pennsylvania. Driftwood Records.
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