1. |
Finally Made It
01:34
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2. |
Death to the Head
03:52
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There is a lot of heavy breathing
A lot of "I can't do this anymore"
Slumped shoulders like a predisposed condition
and a pattern for your face on the floor
the car crash was supposed to kill you
but now there's something out of place
like your space on this planet is all used up
or has been completely erased
Maybe if I had an anchor on my arm or some lead in my belly
I could tell you where we are now
Baby the metaphors have all sailed off
or thrown in the towel or whatever they do
Let's be honest in their absence
and hit each other in the head
Death to the head
Death to the head
Maybe if I had an anchor on my arm or a hole in my head
I could tell you where we are now
The flies are bitin' somethin' fierce
there are strange lights outside my bedroom window
projecting upon low hanging clouds
All this taking place in the fall
I thought all the insects
were real far down south
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3. |
Internet Girl
02:24
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Internet girl
To me you mean
The whole wide world
Digital world
The kind you live in
Kill me if I'm ever bored
Blacklipstick girl
Your blog is killer
Let me scroll forever more
My favorite girl
I'd make you mine
But you are the whole world's
Internet Girl
To me you mean
The whole wide world
Digital world
The kind you live in
Kill me if I'm ever bored
Blacklipstick girl
Your blog is killer
Let me scroll forever more
My favorite girl
I'll make you mine
I'll make you mine
Internet Girl
To me you mean
The whole wide world
Digital world
The kind you live in
Kill me if I'm ever bored
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4. |
Snow
02:53
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Snow is falling on the park we used to walk together through
The closer branches are still brown the rest fade away into
When the leaves turned brown it must have been a shitty symbol for
Useless nights spent watching internet videos at home
Your father was a really good dude always there for you
You hated him I don't know why I think he still likes you
Snow is falling on the park we used to walk together through
The closer branches are still brown the rest fade away into
White snow
When I go back to your place to see if anything has changed
I always seem to forget that you left and you took everything
There still are useless night but it feels natural wasting away time
I hope that you are well and you've got somebody that likes you
Snow is falling on the park we used to walk together through
The closer branches are still brown the rest fade away into
White snow
The rest of the world
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5. |
instrumental
03:20
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Dogs in Stereo Buffalo, New York
lo-fi/rock-n-roll out of Buffalo
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