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2. |
Too Long
03:39
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Slow talk
I've waited far too long
For an answer
Long Walk
Across the creaking floor
It's all I can hear
You don't know how much you mean to me
All the rest float on into the sea
All the rest are just memories
You're the one I want
Here with me
I thought
This time was like before
But it's not Christmas
I want
The kettle on the stove
To stop singing
You don't know how much you mean to me
All the rest float on into the sea
All the rest are just memories
You're the one I want
Here with me
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3. |
Pictures
03:20
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The screen doors open and
I don't keep track of time
The sun's been growin'
I've forgotten not to smile
Grandma's closed it and
She says "It's been awhile"
But I'm not hungry
I'll remember it next time
If I close my eyes
I know that I could fly
But if I don't
I will never change my mind
If I disappear for weeks at a time
I'm flying
Pictures of you
These must be a lie
Somebody new
Took your place that's why
I never grew
Quickly over time
It takes more than pictures
To believe
Where's the shovel
I've got money on my mind
Grandpa wonders why his wallets
Hard to find
If he smells funny then we know that
He won't mind
When this tree grows
We'll pay Grandpa back two times
If I close my eyes
I know that I could fly
But if I don't
I will never change my mind
If I disappear for weeks at a time
I'm flying
Pictures of you
These must be a lie
Somebody new
Took your place that's why
I never grew
Quickly over time
It takes more than pictures
To believe
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4. |
Playing
03:12
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5. |
Babbling Brooks
05:46
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6. |
Better Days
03:40
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Hoping
Everything will turn out right
Glowsticks
Breaking will still make the night
Hold me
I will pretend we're all here
Knowing
In the day things will be clear
You
Smile and hope to
Erase the small truths
And make me hopeful
But
I'd rather cry
Wasting your time
Pretending it's right
For me but no
I hear you why
Can't I be
Alone
Better days will come to those
Who they are
You don't know
Lonely days will disappear
Anytime
Just be here
Wasting your time
Pretending it's right
For me but no
I hear you why
Can't I be
Alone
Better days will come to those
Who they are
Well I don't know
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7. |
Pouting
03:13
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Life for me
Changes constantly
If you can't find me
Then nevermind
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8. |
Letter
04:18
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Will you still love me if I tell you
My money tree probably won't grow?
And I'm sorry for complainin'
Momma says I can be a handful
Do I ever say I love you?
Sometimes it feels like Momma's gone
Promise me not to be angry
There's something strange in your sock drawer
(and it's still crawlin')
You don't need to say if it's alright
I'll go live in the woods
Where I won't bother you
No more
I won't need to be good
I'll just feed myself by fishing
I don't need a grocery store
And then sometimes I might visit
But I'll be busy so not much
You don't need to say if it's alright
I'll go live in the woods
Where I won't bother you
No more
I won't need to be good
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9. |
Praying
03:27
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Into the trees I sneak
Without a sound
I'll dig a hole to be my home
I'd rather spend my life alone
Now I'm praying there's no rain
And you're wonderin' where I've been
Now I'm praying there's no pain
I hope leavin' ain't a sin
Dug my hole a million feet
In the ground
I could fit all my friends inside
It gets lonely when there's no one around
Half an hour, so much time
Now I'm praying there's no rain
And you're wonderin' where I've been
Now I'm praying there's no pain
I hope leavin' ain't a sin
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10. |
Last Day
04:12
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11. |
Sleep When I'm Dead
07:24
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I'm so sick
And tired
If I hide
Maybe they won't find me
I don't need
To go to school
All I learned
Are dirty words
I'll sleep when I'm dead
I'll sleep when I'm dead
I won't rest my head
I'll stay here instead
I'm not sure
Who will be there
When I get home
Will I even care
I'll sleep when I'm dead
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