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It's Totally a Thing
02:55
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They're gonna take us home
And love us, and love us
I've heard that that's a thing
We're pretty in their eyes
All of us, all of us
They're gonna let us in
Where we can sleep so comfortably
Where we won't be confused anymore
Man, everyone deserves
Happiness, happiness
It's totally a thing
And when we've earned the right
Then I guess then I guess
We'll finally get to live
Where we won't have to eat each other
Where we will finally have our own voice
Where we'll die of old age
They're gonna take us home and love us
We're gonna get what we deserve.
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2. |
Daggers
01:58
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You're a tiny little creature, you know
And no one knows that you exist
And she's watching you with those grapefruit eyes
But sour stares won't get you fixed
Should I be flattered, or should I throw up?
Wish I could turn my charm right off
Still all the words inside say it's alright
That I keep tryna catch yr thoughts
Those bitter eyes I've gotten used to
But daggers in your stare are something new.
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3. |
It Makes My Mouth Water
02:14
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I'll never see the sun
And I'll never be alive
And I'll never leave this room
And I'll never have a name
And you'll never see my face
And I know why I'm alive
And I'll never have a choice
And I'll never feel normal
And I'll never know my mum
And I guess I was born wrong
And I only know this room
And there will never be a choice
And I don't know why I'm here.
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Get home, check your bedroom
Check the basement, check the shower
Go out, breathe my problems
Cross the street a little slower
We can't just say it, but both of us know why
Your house is full of candles you don't light
Always listening to you
Never hear the words that matter
Nothing hurts like knowing
That I only make you sadder
We can't just say it, but both of us know why
Your house is full of candles you don't light
Now the last of me is gone
And I'm so happy for you
I'm so happy for you.
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5. |
Maintenance
03:09
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The stories came inside
And built their homes
In my bones
Photocopied themselves
You put the skin onto
My skeleton
To keep them warm
Those stories are not me, but they're not not-me, either
This one time, I was riding
On my own
Lost my grip
Fell and scraped both knees
I felt them go into
My legs and move
Up to my stomach, heart, arms, and skull
Built a city in me
Loved it unconsciously
Built a city in me
Loved it unconsciously
The world is sorry for what it did to you.
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Electronics and woodwinds. Compositions, improvisations, & songs.
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