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Birdshot
03:46
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I've been away
Since yesterday
Can't go home
Just to be alone
Birdshot
Rips through my door
I'm caught
Stuck to the floor
Running from here
Feet can't feel the ground
Wondering
Of if I know
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2. |
Angels
06:53
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When I woke up from dreaming
All I saw was clay
Windshield is useless
On a day like today
On a lonely hill I wander
Looking everywhere for you
Forgetting happy memories
Of which I have too few
Now I miss the last train
Just about every day
Just to turn around
And walk the other way
Cold coffee night
Makes tomorrow feel like more of today
Trembling hands and burning eyes
Says you're leaving if I stay
It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
But if I was him I think I would
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3. |
Spin Me To Sleep
03:26
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Broken windows wake me up
Getting scarred by glass
Cleaning up my brothers blood
Fan's a glass delusion
Pretending to be the sun
So I'll paint the ceiling blue
Spin me to sleep
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4. |
Lonely Sea
06:20
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Now I see the sun
It burns my eyes
Look into my soul
It's empty, it's cold I gaze into your face
My tongue is paralyzed
The touch and the embrace
But meaning is denied
If I have to go, can I find a place to stay
Paranoid and helpless, I have to look away
When this is said and done, will my strength begin to fade
When the fight is over
Will my mind remain decayed
And though the sun is beating down
There's ice still on the ground
Don't leave me here as helplessness surrounds
I lay and I wait and I watch you fade away
Don't let me fall into the everlasting gray
You are all I can see
I'm as hopeless as can be
As fear reveals herself to me
I could die
I'll take whatever's meant to be
It doesn't make a difference to me
As I escape this lonely sea
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5. |
Nice Things
03:12
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A bike in the lawn
Never put the lock on
Can't be too mad that it's gone
Just like us
That bike and I never got along
This is why we shouldn't have nice things
You liked the way I kept my clothes in the bathtub
For the first time I liked the way you smiled
This is why we shouldn't have nice things
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6. |
Laredo
03:14
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A bird in Laredo sang to me
Something about dead palm trees
I saw all her feathers drawn in ink
Permanent like a gravestone
Why care why bother
A bird like any other
I turned your picture sideways
And all of the color spilled to the floor
I traced with my finger the scene
Ninety degrees every time you were cold to me
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7. |
Snap
07:50
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I heard you grew a nice tree
Saw you peeling the bark off piece by piece
Mouth all full of twigs and leaves
A vicious dog with child's teeth
Bite down draw blood then release
Go on, chop down your tree for me
Just for me
Breath uncommonly sweet
Billowing from the smokestack between your teeth
Clouding the sky of my mind
A room with no walls could trap me
The slightest of breezes could break me
My god does anybody bend
I knew your tree fell when I heard the snap
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8. |
There Is A Well
01:00
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There is a well
Deep within your garden
Flowers bloom, troubles loom
That cause lovers hearts to harden
Leaves in wind, wounds that mend
Your garden's grown a forest
Dorothy, you're free
For all you've done is gone
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Shallowater Houston, Texas
Born where the dust bowl never died. Raw West Texas dirtgaze.
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