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Aubrey
03:24
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Well, I was never alive
Not truly, on the inside of my chest
How do you find the time to do it
Without holding your head up for air?
And the sun never shines
Behind the cones of my eyeballs, and I've waited long enough
To shed some light on a fucked up situation
And a day that may never come
And I keep telling myself that your day is gonna come
That there's not gonna be more of this
I keep lying to myself through the smoke of your cigarettes
There's got to be more than this
From the taste of blood leaking onto my teeth
From the back of the hand of something bigger than me
Placed in the way of where I'm trying to get
Just to prove things to nobody
And I keep telling myself that your day is gonna come
That's there's not gonna be more of this
I keep lying to myself through the smoke of your cigarettes
But there's just got to be more than this
Could you look down on your bastard son
And say that I'm full of shit?
'Cause I could say that I'm not the unfortunate one
And I'm better off the way that it is
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Truckstop Cutie
02:57
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"Meet me down at the fifty yard line"
Wrote seventeen year old me on a yellow sheet of paper
Where'd you go, I'd yell across this astroturf
Where I'm standing, feeling stupid five years later
And you knocked me senseless
And I landed on the time I wasted
I know it's stupid
But I'd love to say sorry one more time
Or let it go
A paper plane crashed into a cup of coffee
In the same shitty room that we met in
Awake at night, shame painted on my eyelids
And the sour smell of all your old clothes
Today knocked me senseless
And I landed on the time we wasted
And I know it's stupid
But I'd love to say sorry one more time
Or let it go
I wish I could
"Meet me down at the fifty yard line"
Seventeen year old me wrote on a yellow sheet of paper
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Little Paw
02:16
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My grandpa built me a wagon train
Out of old wood from an old shop
He laughed and sang me old folk songs
Until I woke up in a cold sweat
I don't know
He pulled an earthworm up from the ground
He laid it down, he stretched it out
He said "Son, someday you'll be tough.
You'll break straight through the concrete of life."
Well, I still don't know
When did I grow up, and what did I do wrong?
Where are the lessons you taught me through your Leadbelly songs?
I miss the soft curve of youth we both had then
I would give anything to go back there
But I still don't know
And I miss you so
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