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monday montreal
03:46
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i'm a different breed a kind of honest seed
hitting all the red lights driving mchenry
i hope nobody finds me, i hope nobody finds me
it's only seven but it feels so much later
you think you like her but you couldn't really date her
i hope nobody finds me, hope nobody finds me
if i lose all my friends
will i see them again
i get the chills when, you say your own name
underline i'll tell you mine they call me taylor
a deathversary's a dark day on the calendar
i'm monday night footballs worst announcer
no barriers between us on this park bench
or in church pews
or on school buses
couldn't tell you what all the fuss is
so often about that
couldn't tell you what all the fuss is
i write about
i could sit by you, you now could see your breath
i couldn't tell you what i thought wouldn't happen next
but i could tell you what all the fuss is
i write about
i could tell you what all the fuss is
if i lose all my friends (if i gave it my all)
will i see them again (to get to montreal)
if i leave all my friends (if i gave it my all)
will i see them again (to get to montreal)
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sappy for now
03:04
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i was up you let me down again
I'm a bruise and i'm sensitive
purple and blue laces on your shoe
when i was up you let me down again, again, again
and i know I'm not your only friend
i'm just only my only friend
unfold me
you sold me
i blame the pills or blame the moon
for doin to me what i take out on you
i'm no steady table but i'm young and you're able
to push me down when i was up again, again, again
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the lemon's cousin
04:32
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selenite, oh be kind
i'm not, not the kind you tie
in your hands i find
your favorite picture of your recent sister
damn they're gonna miss her
and if i said it's fine
you know i'm only lying
like the floor we founded
we're summoned to the worst of sermons
i'm out of dimes, you drown in limes
like it's the lemon's cousin
family or nothin
it's family or nothin
you hide your mind
under a plastic helmet
earth's your favorite element
i saw you cry
i tried to try
i failed you lied
down on my luck
we fucked around
i can't get the sound out of my freezing head
like the lemon's cousin
it's family or nothin
it's family or nothin
selenite, oh be kind
i'm not, not the kind you tie
selenite
oh be kind
oh be kind
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