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Too Sunny
01:51
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Take a step back-
this ain’t microscopic.
Pretend to hear me,
avoid unwanted topics.
Stop, shut it and grow up
and face it for once.
I’ve spent my time
crushed inside of your pocket
My pockets empty
on receipts that kept you with me.
Why cant I see that?
I know you’re trying to:
Tear me apart and glue me back together
in too sunny of weather to
blame it all on you.
and when I’d say I'm leaving
you say “not this again”
that “we can make it work”
but it never works out in the end.
I took a step back
afraid of what you’d do
behind my back acting like
I don’t have clues.
I'm not tongue-tied when you
tear me apart and glue me back together
in too sunny of weather to
blame it all on you.
and when I’d say I'm leaving
you say “not this again”
that “we can make it work”
but it never works out in the end.
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2. |
Citrine Heart
02:44
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You can heave my citrine heart.
You can tear it up if you want,
but after all the trouble you went through,
I know I won't see you around.
I'll be here when you're back in town,
waiting by the train tracks.
Please don't tear me apart.
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3. |
Crystal Shipyard
01:39
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I've been real fearful of the darkness-
a little too long, but I?
I cannot stay another day here.
I need to break away this time.
I know i have to let you go dear
to fester in your own mind.
It's such a shame that you’ve been poisoned,
you're poisonous and my type.
There's something screwed inside my head...
I try to dull it down but I?
I cant hide it now.
I'm taking back roads to my old ways-
I'm hunting butterflies, and I?
I’m lured right to your crystal shipyard
and I saw skeletons, so I?
I know i have to let you go dear
to fester in your own mind.
It's such a shame that you’ve been poisoned,
you're poisonous and my type.
There's something screwed inside my head.
I try to dull it down, but I?
I can't hide it now.
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4. |
Bottom Line
02:06
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For the first time in a long time,
I found I’m not thinking about you;
and this times been better.
I wrote you a letter last night,
and I’d written down
every time I’ve tried to call..
but you’re not around
and I don't leave voicemails at all.
Though, if I could, I would
tell you whats going on,
but I can't, I know I cant.
I can't stop replaying
the things that you did in my head.
I fell down by your side
but I was your bottom line.
and I know that you know,
that I don't know why I'm here.
And you caught my eye as someone
I’d like to forget.
I’ve stuck around too long
I wish we’d never met.
You jumped off the edge with a
rope around my neck
and you’re dragging me down.
Cause I'd written down every time
I've tried to call.
But you're not around and I don't
leave voicemails at all.
Though, if I could, I would
tell you what's going on.
But I can't. I know I can't.
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5. |
Looking Down
02:23
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Breathe in.
the notches turning down in my head.
Freeze when
my stomach alters vision to spins.
I started looking down again.
Broke through
the tower I built: somehow regressed.
Go through
the motions I have somehow transgressed.
You cover your legs with a beat up sweatshirt that I own.
You won't pull it over your head. I think its so I know
that I won't be the one who you will want to always drive you home.
I’ll breathe out another cigarette instead of telling you
that i started looking down again.
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