1. |
BURNED OUT.
04:13
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My mouth feels so burned out
Sundays always feel so pointless
Wherever you are, wherever I am
Nativity got the better of me
This old doughnut is weighing me down
The sugar always wipes me out for a little while
A stomach pain, a small amount of reading
I'm a book missing half a page
Lemme hear you say
My mouth feels so burned out
Sundays always feel so pointless
Wherever you are, wherever I am
Wherever you are, wherever I am
Lemme hear you say
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locked inside my room
i think i'm on fire
oh no
i think i'm alone
the best part of being perfume
i get to survive there
alone
and then make love on the phone
to you
to you
when can we see this through
i'm standing dry here
hello?
won't you pick up the phone?
i don't mean to assume
but i think you're a liar
how do you like your new clothes
ghosts wearing no clothes
(we're locked inside my room
i think we're on fire
yes
i think we're alone
the best part of being perfume
i get to survive in you
how do you like me now?)
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3. |
END SCENE.
03:03
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This time
I won't be where you are
This time
I won't
But I'll be careful not to fall in love
But I'll be across your phone lines
This time
The clothes slide through the sheets
Threading between feet
But I'll be waiting by the sea
Waiting for you to throw me across the beach
I'll be washed in green
I'll be terrified of the end scene
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4. |
THE FOXES.
06:39
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chemicals in my stream
staying up late, feels like a dream
scare away the foxes
to their homes
to their homes
embed me in day time
smother my skin with sunshine
never walk through streetlights
to find
you were walking with cackled shins
spraying liquid across your chin
staining the oversized jacket you were in
I thought we were crossing arms
Scared of how, scared of loving now
I think I see them, I think I see the
(The foxes)
(I will never see you again)
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5. |
PRIMARY COLOURS.
05:48
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Primary colours are mine
And I will throw them on
A fire
They'll grow and begin to climb
So bright, they'll burn my eyes
You should've seen them
I could've died
But now
They all
Fade into the trees
Of bugs and wires
Jumping on trampolines
Not scared to die
I've seen them in dreams
Coaxing on the backs of queens
I'm not scared to die
But now
They all
Tap their feet
Praying for someone to pick them up and see
I won't claim what's it's like
To dance on the fire
But I have been burnt by the sunrise
One day I will climb
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