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Weak
03:45
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Sandcastles scatter everytime the wind blows, crystal bowls shatter in every drop
Trembling autumn leaves, my hand can smother, I guess you and me tremble even more
Cause we are Weak and you are weak and I am weak, we are what we are You hit me where it hurts I know how you scar what is our home worth a house made of cards, slightest vibration see it come crashing down, smallest temptation, monogamy’s hard when you are Weak and I am weak and we are weak, we are what we are, cause we’re so weak and you feel weak and I seem weak, what we are, we’re a joke, no guitar only strings who don’t sing
All in the eyes of a little humming bird, she tells me I need a getaway car, but I keep my hopes up and I scan the horizon though you’re not there, no not anymore, cause we’re so small and you don’t talk and I don’t call, call this what it is and we’re just specks and you’re a mess so I confess to this boy, our feelings are masks they’re not real only there to fill air
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Sue Aside
04:15
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I see you hiding you’re somewhere in there, I know that you’re hiding I know that you’re scared just remember it’s me your talking to. I’m holding her hand maybe I’ll drag you out, and tell you I’ve missed you that I’ve let you down just remember it’s me your talking to I don’t believe you, you’re so much better, I don’t believe you, you’re not a quitter, because I know you, I know you fight you’re so much better, because I know you, I know you fight you’re not a quitter She looks just like you she’s not you at all, come out come out wherever you are just remember it’s me you’re talking to, she dances in circles I know I’m supposed to love her just like you but how I don’t know just remember it’s me you’re talking to I don’t believe you… One day we’ll get you out of there and we’ll go dancing and you will win I swear, because I know you, I know you fight you’re so much better CLEAR! Because I know you, I know you fight you’re not a quitter I don’t believe you…
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Clocks
03:20
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Stupid boys, can not keep their head straight, make me feel like a piece of tit under waves of golden hair, stupid girls can not focus where the focus needs to lay make me feel like a man sans balls with a sudden change of air, just look at the way they look at you And yes, I just lost my mind for real, yes, I just might get loud for real, nana nana na, and yes, she’s so crazy lock her up, yes, she has eaten all the clocks, please, is there a way to make her stop? She’s messing up, I love messing up Boys can be cool and boys can be cruel but it’s not like me to smile and cross my legs, girls can be good can be misunderstood and some I don’t have to drag screaming through the gates, no one here gets fucked if they don’t want to And yes…
Fact; So if I eat salad and do yoga I’ll look like a little boy? And yes…
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Sarah
04:14
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There is a mudslide on this hill and I seem to be awake
I dress him up to make the kill and I feel his rage, mistake
Was she meant to be fine, was he meant to be mine, was I ever alone?
So sad, Sarah, hidden still, ran to claim her dusty old thrown before they bent her will
A little china doll in red sitting on the bed, A single white rose on her head, it’s been too long since she bled. Was she meant to be fine, was he meant to be mine, was I ever alone
So sad, Sarah…Was she meant to go down, who stole her crown and left her hanging on my every word?So sad, Sarah, sold to strays, broke her vows to cradle her grave but she wanted to stay, Sarah... Sarah please come back again
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