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Sick Sick Rose
04:07
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I know how to walk when she's holding my hand
at the gas station and she's singing again
the body at it's task is bright
one year later I still can't tell you why
my love is a sick sick rose
red in the hills of Utah
blood on Missouri streets
faded out like the mission kids and the fields of Abilene
a diesel engine starts and it makes me believe
if I ain't dying yet I'm gunna need another scene
my love is a sick sick rose
white gloves in a funeral parlor and a thorn in my thumb
stop worrying about the little things babe
the smell of sweat and rum
it hurts baby but the pain is what I need
been blacking out on a weekday since I was 17
my love is a sick sick rose
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Fruit/Knife
03:56
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Mazy Star and suicide
hope's an angel with someone inside
the bluebird flies away from her heart
prestige of horror lies in an American still life
I am done with the metaphor, it's a closing door
just like that
paradigm paradise, sun's shining but they cancelled my flight
I am staying in a bleached motel, with a white washed sign
stuck inside an impression of a lie
lovers in the shape of the fruit and the knife
all is still inside this dream by the blue light
fading into you fading out with the night
the body cries of bad advice
stardust nights and a bucket of ice
I am down for the count
dirty sheets bible in the drawer
I can't change the channel I'm too bored
there is nothing left for me in this town
stuck inside an impression of a lie
lovers in the shape of the fruit and the knife
all is still inside this dream by the blue light
fading into you fading out with the night
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Heavy Life
03:37
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Reaching for purpose keeping notes on napkins
with graduation right around the corner
we keep on singing these same songs, it's the same song and it's all for nothing
I love my baby and I'm trying hard
to find the truth you gotta put something in it
I wanna go into the moonlight yea the moonlight, take me with you I'll take you with me
heavy life inside the quickness, better life stop building fences, heavy life are you with it, are you with it are you with it?
do-do down the boulevard
little white walls with nothing on them
to find the proof you gotta put something in it, put something in it
it's all for something
oh- every single generation
builds you a heaven to sin inside
can you believe they get away with it, get away with it, and take me with you I'd take you with me
heavy life inside the quickness, better life stop building fences, heavy life are you with it, are you with it are you with it?
you keep building these fences for you children to climb over and they're bleeding you got to stop clicking on the content that keeps you hating cause it's awful nothing, it's awful nothing
heavy life inside the quickness, better life stop building fences, heavy life are you with it, are you with it, are you with it?
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