1. |
Hello, Hirah
02:15
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2. |
Limbs
06:00
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Spring lingered into my room
Love, turn my leaves into dust
Limbs wrapped in fleece melt away
Sun coated eyes watching me
As I turned away
Loose grains of salt froze the trees
Fog laid it’s breast on the sea
She changed her hair to match the scene
Ghosts reappear to take you from me
I just turned away
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3. |
Are You Sure?
03:07
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Seams like theses seem to separate
A good, a bad, whatever, it’ll go away
Are you sure this is love?
This is love, this is love
Legs spread but your mind isn’t always there
All these years and you never asked
Are you sure this is love?
This is love, this is love
At first or once, I had thought what you thought you were
I sure want, but I don’t think I really need
Are you sure this is love?
This is love, this is love
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4. |
Gem In The Granite
02:14
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Gem in the granite
Falls on the fault line
You float
Leaving your rust in the dirt
A stone on the table
Where everyones watching
She moves
A way thats lifting her up
A bird on a wire
She’s losing her balance
The weight
Is much too strong for her frame
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5. |
I Guess I Care
04:00
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Fear kept us alive
I guess I care, but I don’t really mind
A turn of glass will help you measure your time
‘Cause it’s simple and diluted
Cars bank us off the edge of the road
I’d like to stay, I just want to go home
It’s been a disaster, but it’s all that we know
And I’ve been faking it
I haven’t been honest
I know you don’t know this
Ah....
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6. |
The Learning Curve
03:20
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Get up, count all your days
Hide the marks on your face
A seam flickers light through your canopy
At a hanging man's tree
Don't forget why you leave
There is a curse in your roots
That eats away
Your mental state
Broke at the learning curve
Oh yeah
In the thick of the wires
A broken heart formed denial
And you still need some time
And some empathy
Your mental state
Broke at the learning curve
Oh yeah
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7. |
Pry
03:42
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Think
High
Wind
Sprayed white
Shards
Pry
Hands
Fell apart
Our steel
Collides
Come here
Be mine
Lying around
In the dark
With nothing to do
The hair on my neck
Lacing your shoe
Tastes
Like
Pennies
Alright
You
Might
Make it
Not I
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8. |
Somewhere Evil
02:44
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I’ve heard of this place
Where the bottle doesn’t feed
But it makes you feel good
All the strays gather in
Taking drugs because they need to
And here I found you
In the back of the bar
A girl just wants to leave
“The men here scare me...
You still fear, you still grieve
And it happens all the time”
She says over again
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9. |
Swarm
04:43
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Oh how it bleeds
Light through the trees
Tear through your atoms
Formed who is she
A watered-down spring
Absorbed everything
An army of willows
Wave as we sing
Kiss of the creed
Blue as can be
What if delusion
Brought you to me
The end of the fleas
Swarmed by the bees
Gathering pollen
Walking the streets
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10. |
Whatever You Say
02:43
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Play the chords
That swam in the ears of the old douglas firs
Swayed on for years in a cool summer breeze
I know the tune
But I can’t replicate, it’ll simply be out of
And hang by the hairs of the lame
I held your hand
As you tried to escape by the pull of the moon
I can’t let that happen just yet
You try to think
And sometimes you think just a little too much
But whatever you say is the truth
Your universe
Stays on its course of collision
Tragically waiting for death
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My name is Keegan. Thank you for listening.
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