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Lily
03:29
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Lily I'm dying so do as I say
Lily i'm dying so please go away
all of your boys have left anyway
mmmmm
Least you could do is pretend
you cared in the first place, I was your friend
I don't need you, so don't come along
I would confront you, but I'm afraid that I'm wrong
It isn't my business, there's a lot to regret
putting your face behind that cigarette
least you could do is pretend
you cared in the first place, I was your friend
and now I'm tied to the bed
Oh Lily, this is the end
You're the only one to believe her
when she says how cruel life can be to her
put her at ease, let her down
back at the start of things, wishing you had never fucked around
Least you could do is pretend
you cared in the first place, I was your friend
and now I'm tied to the bed
Oh Lily, this is the end
I try to speak but i get jumbled
I swallow my words and I start to mumble
tongue tied, talk to me, now that he's gone you're missing him
you're missing him (x2)
Least you could do is pretend
you cared in the first place, I was your friend
and now I'm tied to the bed
Oh Lily, this is the end
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2. |
Traitors
04:21
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After the first time when I found you sleeping by the door, my will gave out; I let you in.
Woke to the morning and you saying, "don't call the dogs out just yet. We still have time." What time?
An urgent breeze whispered softly, frantic in its haste. "I think there's a storm coming hard on my heels, and it knows my name.
And it's coming for you just the same; it knows everything about where you'll check in to stay, and it hates you more with every day."
Did you think we would make it?
A heart big enough to forgive this would swallow the sun.
This plan's doomed to fail.
I'll find teeth on my pillow before we can escape.
Given fair warning, we set off into the hills the next night, sick wolves dragging our tails through the mud.
We came to a place where on one long since forgotten vacation you spilled my blood out over the grass.
The dew is still thick there after all these years. The ground remembers more than time.
Feelings long forgotten and thought to be lost, still hanging in the air when they came up and found me with the traitor.
Now I don't need you burning a hole through the back of my skull.
So wont you kindly keep your eyes fixed on the floor.
I don't need you any more.
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3. |
Here for a day
03:49
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Laying in a field with no one around
and nowhere to go when the sun's going down
Standing straight up with my back to the wall
and I can't take off this hospital gown
I'm seeing my troubles don't come to an end,
but I never worry, 'cause I'm losing you all in the end
the fog from your room floats down the hall
and the trees near the cabin start to wither and fall
when I stand in the doorway, you light up your eyes
and I can't fight back when I'm seeing you cry
I'll follow you anywhere close to home
when I hear your voice through the telephone
and I was surprised by how much you gave
I'll get it back to you on another day
I'm seeing my troubles don't come to an end,
but I never worry, 'cause I'm losing you all in the end
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Miss Caroline
02:46
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There's people in pews and people in trees
but not in my house, nowhere near me
if it's coming from you, it's not coming from me
speak for yourself or don't say anything
Ms. Caroline
Whiskey and Rhye
She just laid down and died
I've given a lot and I couldn't keep up
calm down kid, no don't interrupt
the sweat in your palms and the light in your eyes
the silk in your hair and the way that you right
follow me home and fall down the stairs
off of a mountain, the dirt in your nails
off of the roof and onto the porch
i'm coming up empty, I'm coming up short
Ms. Caroline
Whiskey and Rhye
She just laid down and died (x2)
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Hills
03:48
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I want to watch these hills fill up with snow one last time before I leave here.
I want to hear that quiet mourning dove one more time before I go.
I need summer buzzing in my head to drown the ticking of that clock, dear.
'Cause when the trees reveal their fingers, I'll be headed out for good.
When I'm down on my own,
moonlight takes me back home,
warm fire cuts to the bone.
I want to see the places that I left one last time before I leave here.
'Cause when I reach my destination, there wont be anywhere to go.
When I'm here on my own,
moonlight takes me back home,
warm fire cuts to the bone,
old dogs get up and moan.
She knows, I know.
She knows, I know.
I will come home and walk up the stairs.
I will lay down with my shoes on for a little while.
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Window
03:23
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Cracks in my window, head in the clouds
You scream the doorway, on your way down
It's all in God's hands now
It's all in my hands now
Put on your nightgown, take all your caps
Your coffin is buried deep underground
It's all in God's hands now
It's all in my hands now
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Suitcase
04:38
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I bore my suitcase like a coffin when I walked out of her house the other day.
I know it's mostly full of nothing, and I know that's how it's going to stay.
This time she packed some things for my survival and said, "maybe god will take care of the rest."
But no, she never knew logistics, and no god that would love me could exist.
Oh, this is another night I will try to drink away.
Come with me now, and we can turn the world to grey together.
Oh, just break it down and let me out.
It's twenty blocks down to the bridge and another twenty steps to the door
That opens over open water. "Welcome home," is written on the floor.
There is a way to make it quicker, if not better, and I'm going to follow that sign.
In my head, stormy weather forever flooding out good places that I find.
There is no floor, it has all been swept away.
Am I walking on water or drowning in the bay?
There is no sun, it has all been turned to grey.
There is no family, and nothing more to say.
So, I will try harder to make myself ok, but when I fail, oh,
Just look the other way. I will return on some hot and rainy day.
I am ashamed.
I am ashamed.
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Travlr
03:36
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Something isn't right, but I can't put my finger on it.
The night is always rushing in to ruin my day.
I have a little light that flickers in my breath.
Might I hold it in and still not suffocate?
It is the only thing that doesn't want to save me.
Naked flame won't ask or care about my day.
Like the hills endure through forests that are burning,
We take the good and the bad every day.
I set my aching feet against the cold winds in these mountains.
The way that I will go is getting harder to find.
I know when I arrive there'll be no fear and no more longing.
Until then, I'm alone; this big sky and me.
It is the only thing that doesn't want to fix me.
Open space forgives me my mistakes.
Like a traveler in places unknown,
I take the good and the bad,
good and the bad,
good and the bad
every day.
I've got a funny little stone in my back pocket
and it weighs me down, weighs me down.
I've got plenty of friends who could do me better than I do.
They could get in my head and clean it up, real nice,
so all the pretty girls and the good 'ole boys wont have to see the dirty thoughts I think.
I think I want them to.
And you never know how hard it is until you've been through it, and I admit I wouldn't know the look in her eyes if she really loved me,
'Cause I don't really love her.
I'm just a traveler.
I love these roads,
As I hate home.
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