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Baby Blue
02:55
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Strung out and along
like a kitten after yarn
like a military man and his gun
hope to get safe in some arms
and pray to the lord
"Give me a clean run,
through til I'm buried knowing real love
after having been someone's enough maybe
Baby Blue?'
Oh she's a vacuum
I told he "exchange hot air if you need to
with whoever or whatever you trap"
Cause you can't tame a dame in a young world
if she reeks like a diamond among pearls
can just suffer your good luck, a blank cheque
Cashed for lips and legs
Cause all her kiss does is put a knife to your tongue
n' leaves you haggling wordless with an angel come
to collect on your debts, all your pleading just
hangs in her breath
You'd say "Baby Blue, if you got to choose
or short list who you wanted to
would any name of mine have made the cut?
Tell the truth, what else is there to lose?
if you say "no" I'll lace up my shoes and go
it can only turn me to mush"
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The Hole You Live In
03:02
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A cold life
Keep kicking yourself in the shins
You swoon like ice
The good times
Keep tearing away at the seams
Your pupils they glow like dimes
So hold hold on, hold hold on to threads of yarn
hold hold on, hold hold on till strings grow worn
they sever by the tip of your very own knife.
Lie down on a bed of rocks
Eyes wide in a pool of thoughts
And I'm swimming on, keep swimming on
Seven seas for those sheets to toss
Green trees and the great unknown
Hot wheels and we're almost home
But I'm driving on, keep driving on
The mind's in flux while the bodies home
So hold hold on, hold hold on to threads of yarn
hold hold on, hold hold on till strings grow worn
they sever by the tip of your very own knife
Ain't that a shame
Deep wholes and a distant sound
Eyes wide in the underground
But you dug it up, you just dug it up
And sealed your tomb to snuff the sunshine out
A cold life keep kicking yourself in the shins
You swoon like ice
The good times keep tearing away at the seams
Your pupils they glow like dimes
So hold hold on, hold hold on to threads of yarn
hold hold on, hold hold on till strings grow worn
they sever by the tip of your very own knife
Ain't that a shame
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