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Manhattan
03:28
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Well I could walk to Manhattan
Find you in the subway patterns
Take a trip exactly in the shape of your upper thigh
Would that be alright?
Well I could smell your interest drifting
Counting by the television
Noticing my legs fell asleep and you closed your eyes
Well I'll be alright
And I don't know if you want anything to do with me
But I'll keep on waiting, maybe sometime we could
Sit in silence in your car
And I guess I'm fine with a one-time peach pit on the mind
But I'll keep on hoping maybe someday I could
Fall asleep inside my head
And I could make a record from the
Lines in your palms and press it
Play it every night on the speakers till I fall asleep
I wish you'd talk to me
I wonder 'bout your distant presence
Taking all my best depressants
I can feel you better in my bedroom than when you were here
I'll be up by 3:00
And I don't know if you want anything to do with me
But I'll keep on waiting, maybe sometime we could
Sit in silence in your car
And I guess I'm fine with a one-time peach pit on the mind
But I'll keep on hoping maybe someday I could
Fall asleep inside my head
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SilkySilkyUglyBoy
03:26
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I wanna be the boy
Shoulders wide and proud
Carrying all
The expectations
I've been told that I am rough
A painful shake of hands
But after all
I've abdicated
I am soft and evergreen
And I have nothing left
Between where I want to be
And where I am now
I wanna be the boy
Draped in almond hands
Surrounding all
The ugly faces
I wanna be the one
Layed out in the sun
Your hands in mine
Sweet and patient
I am soft and evergreen
And I have nothing left
Between where I want to be
And where I am now
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3. |
Thetic (2018)
03:58
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I'm not faking but I wish I was,
Wish I was
Cause every E.T. person's doing it just because
Click back, I thought you were an Elliott,
Elliot
I guess the spaceship must have made its way to hell and back
I'm kinda shaken but I'm standing still,
Standing still
You're kinda not okay, and has it always been like this?
Isosceles triangles in my head,
In my head
The equilaterals, the circles, and the lines are dead
If he looks like the sun,
Then that's why he's so hard to look at
If he sounds like your lungs,
he's broken and slightly unraveled
But you can't look away,
He's burning your eyes, and your senses
If he looks like the sun,
Then that's why he's so hard to look at
Steady now (x2)
Pick your self up, it's not the others' fault
You really should be using all the little things you bought
I guess my standards of aesthetic grew,
Thetic grew
Seattle's murderers are making much more art than you
It's almost like you think silence is a character trait
Your alien signals are showing up a decade late
I can count on one hand every single word that you wrote
You're pretending to be all chilly up in that fur coat
If he looks like the sun,
Then that's why he's so hard to look at
If he sounds like your lungs,
he's broken and slightly unraveled
But you can't look away,
He's burning your eyes, and your senses
If he looks like the sun,
Then that's why he's so hard to look at
What don't I see in me that I see in him? (x4)
If he looks like the sun,
Then that's why he's so hard to look at
If he sounds like your lungs,
he's broken and slightly unraveled
But you can't look away,
He's burning your eyes, and your senses
If he looks like the sun,
Then that's why he's so hard to look at
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Liam McFarland Olympia, Washington
we're back and we're ready to Emote (rip rutherford)
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