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Lessons
03:10
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Repeat
Back to me
The words she speaks through my mouth
It sounds better when you say them out loud
Cigarette;
Don't regret
The deep breath from the back of your lungs
It tastes better when you say its your last one
How many less words did it use to take?
To promise you're sorry, won't happen again
How many lessons did you figure out the hard way,
It catches up with you, no longer a kid
How many lessons did you figure out the hard way,
It catches up with you, no longer a kid
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You showed up with your face drawn on
Asked me who's my favorite clown
Bushing ivory over blushing cheeks
You showed up and I let you in
Relieved you of that funhouse grin
Now this vacancy has got its arms around me
and it loves me like you do
信じたくても無理
赤いくちびる
甘い言葉って
君が
ささやくと
意味あるの
You in fine form spoke the words with such candor and honest conviction
that I almost lost sight of the curl in your lips over sharp teeth
And the claws that you hide underneath the sheepskin
待ったて変わらない
どうしても足りない
いっぱい食ったて腹ペコ
優しく手を組んだ
柔らかい手のひら
僕でもいいなら
付き合うよ
そんなに純粋じゃないよ
僕の目的
美しくても
僕が欲しいのはそんなもんじゃない
That truth you can't handle won't hold out a candle to its own face
But it'll greet you like an old friend in a year in a month in three days
It'll be there waiting, be there waiting
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The Real Thing
02:52
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Well you move in to the city and it might not make you happy but
at least now there's an audience for when you're feeling down
and all the people at the bus station don't look you in the eye and in a
while it feels like violence if they do
You've been giving with your body but you're careful with your mind;
Don't relate on much except the weather and never making time but it's been a couple months she holds you tight and won't let go, it starts to feel like winter when she does
Do you want to get away for the weekend?
Drive out to the country cause we can
You talk to me 'bout how you've been living
Let me know if even just for a minute
It starts feeling like the real thing
You can't see all the holes but know the tarp is leaking through, October landing heavily on everybody's costume
Well you take in the condolences and say you're doing fine
You pass around what he had left behind
Do you want to get away for the weekend?
Drive out to the country cause we can
You talk to me 'bout how you've been living
Let me know if even just for a minute
It starts feeling like the real thing
The real thing
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Surface Tension
03:18
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Take the frame down off the wall
And I will tell you how we used to play when you were small
Games you don't remember
Play with you forever
Salt the garden; grow the weeds
Now let it bleed
Bleeding out
It's a slow leak that you don't think too much about
Falls you don't remember
Scar your knees forever
Feel the pavement against your skin
Now let it in
Used to be so dull
So prototypical
Don't let them find you out
Take the mirror and turn it 'round
I'll write you into fictions that you can't put down
Words you misremember
Play with you forever
Feel the water against your skin
Now let it in
Used to be so cool
So calm and in control
Don't let it bum you out
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Best Friend
04:05
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Why'd you dance so close to me?
Driving home it hurts to breathe
Brown hair curled around there;
Couldn't be mine
I'll be shedding you now
For a while
Raise you to my lips again
Communion cup exchanging hands
Water, wine, or coffee; fill me up
I'm pissing, drunk, and shaking off your love
Now everyone's leaving, stay up a little bit longer
I'm in hot water steeping, the feeling just keeps getting stronger
Like a dog by the telephone, waiting for somebody to answer
Can't believe the words I said
Landed so wrong, I think they might have broke something
I'm a petulant and jealous little kid
You're bringing out the worst in me but I still miss my best friend
Breakdown in the bus station
Make the worst of a bad situation
Broke the teapot; carry 'round the shards
We lay this mess to rest in the backyard
Everyone's leaving, stay up a little bit longer
I'm in hot water steeping, the feeling just keeps getting stronger
Like a dog by the telephone, waiting for somebody to answer
Can't believe the words you said
Landed so wrong, I think they might have broke something
I was mad as hell and now I'm sick with dread
Dragged you through the worst of it
That's how to lose a best friend
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