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Your Valentine
02:37
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I can be your own masseuse
Your dusk poet
Your pie princess
Let me be your turtle dove
Your breakfast chef
Your next big love
Let me be your big blue eyes
Your pretty date
Who can harmonize
I can be your bodyguard
Your dancing lead
Your haiku queen
Your desert crone
Your race car doll
Your monologue
Your audiobook
Your friend with felines
Partner in crime
Tickle target
Your valentine
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Ginger Snapper
03:27
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Shakin' shakin' shakin' in the driver's seat of my car
Really really really don't wanna drive home
Waitin' waitin' waitin' waitin' for the sirens to pass the lot
You look really really cute when you're gasping in the dark
And I can always be your full moon killer
You can always call me ginger snapper
Stalkin' each other like concrete jungle tigers
I can always be your full moon killer
Searchin' searchin' searchin' for the sweet spot on my back
Cause I've never never never made a sound like that
Checkin' checkin' checkin' checkin' that the coast is finally clear
Cause I'm gaspin' gaspin' gaspin' ever louder
And I can always be your full moon killer
You can always call me ginger snapper
Stalkin' each other like concrete jungle tigers
I can always be your full moon killer
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Higher Than Heaven
03:51
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I can reach higher than the sun
I can reach higher than your god
You don't remember by name
From when we met in the rain
Cause I was stronger in the fog
I can reach higher than the sun
I can reach higher than your god
I cracked the hangman's code
The greatest secret sold
To any coward with a gun
It's time (and now it's time)
It's time to rise
I can climb higher than your god
I can climb higher than the sun
Everything that I know
Must lead to letting go
So I can rise amongst the stars
It's time to rise
It's time to rise
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4. |
Sweet Woe
02:50
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All the ghosts of Eden offered honey-drenched hellos
They'd watched me trip and fall over all my lonely lows
The bottom of the barrel's bathed in breathy swooning prose
Cause all abandoned bastards are glad to sing their woes
Oh my woes
My sweet woe
Oh my woes
My sweet woe
We wasted days on wishing that our hats were new haloes
If hope is a thing with feathers then ours was a sinking stone
I made my bed in bedlam, now my wires are slightly crossed
My heartstrings come unraveled on the letter that you wrote
Oh my woe
My sweet woe
Oh my woe
My sweet woe
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5. |
Weary Love
04:51
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Oh I’m shaking
As you’re pacing through the halls of our heartbreak
That put me on a one-way out your doorway
So now I’m flying south for all the winters to come
Leave all the summers
For all the other
Freckled fools
Who still have faith in you
Cause tornadoes ain’t got shit on our whole shit storm
And there’ll be no rainbow after raining down our insults
And there’ll be no heroes when this story’s finally done
So may the world watch and weep over our weary waning love
Oh I’m quaking
As you’re yelling from the kitchen
We’d forsaken
All our promises and kept our faith in
Ego-driven distances
Until we’d gone too
Far to fake all of the facts we faced
And turned away from the hurricane
And now tornadoes ain't got shit on our whole shitstorm
And there’ll be no rainbow after raining down our insults
There’ll be no heroes when this story’s finally done
So may the world watch and weep over our weary waning love
Don’t tell me to go
Please don’t tell me there’s no
Hope for those old days
Hope for asking me to stay
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The show is done
The light is finally gone
And the crowds have had their fun
There’s frost forming on the lawn
Stifling another yawn
But your smiles still in bloom
In a garden just for two
And no matter where you roam
We can always
Always catch the last bus home
Where every pain has all been swept away
And there’ll be no one here who will have to make you stay
Cause you’ll be happier with every passing day
And your chilly heart will soon feel right as rain
And the sun will always rise to kiss your face
Take off your coat
There’s food waiting on the stove
Get out of the winter cold
Soak into your golden soul
You’re finally getting old
Maybe one day you’ll have to go
But you’re always, yeah you’re always welcome back at home
Where every pain has all been swept away
And there’ll be no one here who will have to make you stay
Cause you’ll be happier with every passing day
Where paradise will greet you at the gate
And your chilly heart will soon feel right as rain
And the sun will always rise to kiss your face
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The weather forecast is looking grimmer every day
Perhaps the sun won’t dare to show its face
Can’t we just have a day where nothing goes wrong?
Cant we just have a day where everybody gets along?
But in this crazy crazy world with its mad mad people
At least I’ve got you
And in this insane life we live with all its silly games
You’ll always have me
Maybe I’m having more trouble getting out of bed these days
And maybe you're feeling depressed from watching the news
The television’s yelling that were on another red alert
But to me it seems like we’ve just got the blues
And still
The earth
Keeps spinning
underfoot
She’s still steady
And ready
To always
carry on
So in this pretty, pretty world with its mad, mad people
I’m glad I’ve got you
And in this lovely life we live with all its silly games
You’ll always have me
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McKinley Claire Manassas, Virginia
A girl who plays every damned instrument all by herself.
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