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On Your Couch
03:48
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Take me home to sprawling mountains
'Cause I've outgrown my iron bounding
The night here shines, it makes me shiver
If I've been blind its 'cause I'm bitter
That you'll never know
What I've always known
Like your eyes the pastures bring me
Lilac wine but I won't mind
In the streets or in the valley
I'd kiss your cheek as if I were savvy
But you'll never know
What I've always known
Since I was a boy
See how we have grown
Take my eyes
Take my bones
Build your moat
But call me home
On my arm, I'm on your brow
Those dark thoughts won't find me now
Not on your couch
Take me home to sprawling mountains
'Cause I've outgrown my iron bounding
The night here shines, it makes me shiver
If I've been blind its 'cause I'm bitter
That you'll never know
What I've always known
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Mine Me
03:30
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If we died at seventeen songs unheard and sights unseen
Like when you spoke those three little things on the mezzanine
Would you still repeat?
I'm done with love if this is what its called
Just keep me warm but not too hot to hold
You faked your sin to break through my sin
And crawl inside you scarab of mine
A scarab you'll mine me
Folk tales of white whales
A haunting of some stream
Pressing from all sides
A heartbeat or some beast
Take me back to seventeen I could'a been king
You could'a been my queen
I'm on a binge bordering on mean
A means to wash away or burying it deep
My throat's run dry from writing to you
I won't be seen or swallow or chew
You've mined from me my plasma and steam
And left your mark who threatens to succeed
A scarab you've mined me
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Tongue Twisted
04:49
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All is quiet save the patter
Of the raindrops its no matter
All the children are in bed now
And their teachers crinkle their brows
Can't you see them through my rear window>
All the people with their shadows
And their lovers who they hold so dear
They're upon them like a mirror
My tongue is twisted its tied and tight
But speech persisted all through the night
Their blackened chapeaus and RayBans alike
Spitting their prose their godgiven right
I'm a rebel with no surface
Got no knowhow I can't work this
Whilst my mind's fucked I've got memories
But I want more than these stills please
Give me red die color something
Fuck the outline its worth nothing
In this city where the stars don't shine
They're still out there and they'll still align
And though it pains me every time to see the one who stole my rhyme
And trusting just what you divine define my lust for valentines
Bizarre the snow with falling leaves the autumns fall is just as free
For freedom gives what freedom gets we occupy and think to forget
My tongue is twisted its tied and tight
But speech persisted all through the night
Their blackened chapeaus and RayBans alike
Spitting their prose their godgiven right
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