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POTS and Plans
02:49
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I stayed in the bath too long,
my fingers are prunes and my head feels all wrong.
For three lovely days I forgot I was broken and broke,
forgot my whole life is a joke.
It's easy to live in a bubble with you
but who'll clear the rubble when our love is through?
Are we a fountain that never runs dry
full of wishes from children who grow up to die?
And I can grow a bush,
and I can set it all ablaze,
and I can sit here dreaming
'bout the baby I might raise.
Instead I'll pull the plug and
throw the baby out as well
then have a drink and say a prayer,
I'm going straight to hell!
I worry that my friends and I
will fade to nothingness -
I don't know why that scares me so,
or why I'm such a mess.
You'd think the fear of god would've done
a little bit of good
but I find I spend my days lost in
the woulds and coulds and shoulds:
"I would change the way I am if I could,
I should be better and I shouldn't say should,
and wishes are worth their w(eigh/ai)t in the words they waste,
and I should know better than to wish I was good."
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A House Is Not A Home
02:29
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I lock the front door to my best friend's parents' house -
oh it sure is nice to be here, but it sure as hell ain't home -
walk towards the lightning storm and I hope it rains
and I don't know where I'm going but it sure is nice to roam.
This is the first time that I've ever been alone before
and I just want to crawl back into your bed
but please don't tell me that you'll take me back into your arms -
you can't force a love to rise up from the dead,
you can't force a love to rise up from the dead.
Got a couple dollars and a couple friends to help me where I'm going -
oh at least I like the road.
Guess I should have planned this whole thing out a little better,
but if I've learned one thing that's just the way it goes
and walking through the night,
I should've thought to bring a light
but I've got the stars above and I've got the moon.
I see two steps ahead
and I guess that's all that can be said
and anyway, the morning's coming soon
oh at least I know the morning's coming soon.
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Sister Of Me
02:12
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I am sister of sister of me
rise and fall of the family tree.
You jumped first and I fell free,
once again we are w(e)e.
I am kisser of blister and bruise
born(e) from motherly servitude
softness sought and then abused -
I am not amused.
The wind will blow,
the grass will grow,
and I will go
quietly.
The wind whistles where I walk.
It's fine to let them talk, squeal, and gawk.
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Two Truths And A Lie
04:00
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Hope will be the death of me,
wishing my demise;
there's a thousand girls I'd rather be
so bury me in sighs.
I've become quite useless -
I've lost my bones and teeth,
I haven't got the strength to stand
on my own two feet.
I've got the blues again,
blues and the greens.
I've got the blues again,
nobody see!
If I could take back anything,
I'd take back loving you -
all it's done's a lot of harm,
not a lick of good.
I've got the blues again,
blues and the greens.
I've got the blues again,
Nobody see!
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