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Footsteps on sidewalks
The way that her hair talks
The faded soot
And the look
When you knew I had put my foot down
But you'll never let me live
If I wasn't going to give
The love you so carelessly said you'd found
A lovely glimpse of sound
So shut your eyes
Tell me no lies
It's a shame we never touched perfections thighs
But I'd do it all again
Even now that we are friends
Even now when my love for you is torn and bent
A lovely glimpse of ends
But your bones
And the way you laughed on the phone
And your arms
And the way you fell for my charms
I still lie at night awake
I don't want to dream of the taste
Of your bones
Your bones
So go lie down
Don't clown around
I can't stand it when our never-had-children start to frown
I start to crave
A way to save
Our love for each other when we first found
A lovely glimpse of sound
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Sleepless Dreams
04:28
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When did time go by lazily?
I've been shacking up nights all alone
Too self possessed to ever sleep
But a pronoun's not the thing to be
It's a lovely little sight if you could see
All the photos on the wall
And the cozy state of it all
But now that you're gone
When you sleep
Do you dream
Of me?
Fish fry and half a buttered roll
What a horrid place to find your soul
Stuck in the cushions with a pile of loose spare change
No matter where I seem to go it's all the same
Think fast or it cruises right on by
And you're stuck with razors in your eye
It's the beginning of the end for something more
Maybe a change is really right behind the door
But now that you're gone
When you dream
Do you wish
It wasn't of me?
Now that you're gone
When you scream
Do you wish
You never screamed at me?
Dream of me
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Low Tides
05:14
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I miss the sea side
And that look in your eye
When I knew time wasn't on my side
But the end of smoke-flavored clothes
Is better than my notebooks will show
Can I blame you for ruining my hustle and flow?
Misanthropic fragrance in my nose
I miss the sea side
And the smell of low tide
When sand gets in your eye
Before the end of the Road
Promise me you'll carry the load
It's been a while since I was in charge of the show
Anecdotal woes
I miss the sea side
I miss the way you would smile
On our late night Secret Lover rides
But when the evenings would close
I turned my feelings to stone
Said, "It's about time to hit the road."
Love sickness is getting stale and old
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