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Dandylion [w/ Tiny Baby]
02:54
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Dandelion you
Are bitter and I've got a sweet tooth
Little parachute
And a wish that won't come true
Middle of July
From across the room you catch my eye
Chicory blue
Ooh ooh ooh
And I'm sorry for the crying spells
But no one tells you
That Chinese finger traps are
Difficult to undo
And I'm feeling pretty stupid with my fingers stuck
The radiator's on
It's been that way all summer long
We pretend that nothing's wrong
And the noises from next door
Make me feel like a total bore
Vanilla with you
Ooh ooh ooh
And I'm sorry for the crying spells
But no one tells you
That Chinese finger traps are
Difficult to undo
And I'm feeling pretty stupid with my fingers stuck
Dandelion you
Are bitter and I've got a sweet tooth
Little parachute
And a wish that won't come true
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2. |
(dry heat)
00:54
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Well I've got funny teeth and you've got crows feet
But I still think that we can make this work
I'm always tired and you're hardwired
To run your jokes straight down into the dirt
But I'll still laugh
I'll still at them
You say the world falls at my feet each time I smile
I think the the sound of your voice makes hearing worthwhile
Your eyes appear to be the first I've ever seen
Such an uncommon shade of brownish green
I've got funny teeth and you've got crows feet
But I still think that we can make this work
I'm always tired and you're hardwired
To run your jokes straight down into the dirt
But I'll still laugh
I'll still at them
Your hands are small enough to reach inside my mouth
And pull my heart out of it's hole and throw it around
But I don't think you'd treat my organs quite so bad
Or bid your little hands to hurt my insides like that
I've got funny teeth and you've got crows feet
But I still think that we might stand a chance
I'm indecisive and your pretty quiet
In almost every social circumstance
But I don't mind
I don't mind at all
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I don't like picking favorites
But I have so far
Thinking out loud
Hell I didn’t choose this part
How did it just start
(what, what, what, what, what, what, what)
What’s the cause
Maybe you’d have been more inclined to let me in
If I didn’t swipe away at your skin
Maybe you’d have been more inclined to let me in
Out of spite or something
(Oooh ahahahah)
(Oooh ahahahah)
(Oooh ahahahah)
Really, really, really, really,
Really, really digging the upgrade
From scratch to scar
I think you’re tough babe
And I crave your comfort
And your flaws (and your flaws)
I applaud
Maybe you’d have been more inclined to let me in
If I didn’t swipe away at your skin
Maybe I'd have been more inclined to let you in
Out of spite or something
(Oooh ahahahah)
(Oooh ahahahah)
(Oooh ahahahah)
(Oooh ahahahah)
Really, really, really, really,
Really, really digging the upgrade
From scratch to scar
I think you’re tough babe
And I crave your comfort
And your flaws (and your flaws)
I applaud
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5. |
(interlude)
01:02
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If you would love me like you used to
I would forget the times you outgrew
I was afraid of being alone
You were the loveliest thing I had known
And I tie string to you
And I wanna float on you
Oooh I know
You come and go
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Jackie Chan
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I don't know what I do this for
I don't know what I do this for
Spent my life on this rickety floor
Did I do good?
I'm not too sure
Waiting on
Some signature of yours
When I was a baby I did not cry
Not even when I got sand in my eyes
I don't know what I do this for
Holding it in
To my deep core
Stuff it in
A pit to ignore
The heat of a moment is extended cool down
I went to clown college and I only learned to frown
Visited a wax museum through the lost and found
And I got hired to stand around
Mannequins posing in a clothing store
Looking like a squad of mute matadors
I don't know what I think this for
I'm jealous of the headless
Groupies in store
Flaunting their bodies
With rock hard cores
Idiots on TV shows get a lot of girlfriends
I spent a lot of time trying to be just like them
There's not much to relationships when the laugh tracks plays
At every scene's end
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I miss hanging out with my best friends
And knowing everyone's business
Shooting pool in a basement
I had that dream your boyfriend hates me
Pouring poison in my coffee
And mocking my Canadian accent
I had a dream you cut your long hair
And dyed it blonde like a stranger
Who left the room as your phone rang
This is so like you
It might have been last week
It might have been last night
But who remembers it
I blinked and suddenly all my friendships
Turn to shit-stained embarrassments
So I'm locking myself in the attic until I can
Calm down and call Sam on her landline
It's not every day you turn twenty-nine
But can I look back and say that this is what I was trying to do
Well I guess along the way I stole a lot of things from you
You never knew
That this is not like me
It's really not, I swear
These are not my hands
And why'd you cut your hair
And post to instagram
With the sinking fear
That when you say yourself
There was no one there
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Coming home, bedroom door open wide
My mind gets fucked when I see them twined
Got a whole lotta nothin' to say
.44 cal in the backseat baby
Problems don't seem to affect me lately
Got a whole lotta nothin' to say
It's a long, long way to Vegas
Oh it's a long, long way my baby
Oh it's a long, long to Vegas
Oh it's a long way
To the golden gates
Don't think God will mind
Waking up early in a white suit I
Padded all the walls in my new life
Got a whole lotta nothin' to say
Run over here and I'll tell you mine
My life wrapped up in a bottle of wine, hey
Got a whole lotta nothin' to say
It's a long, long way to Vegas
Oh it's a long, long way my baby
Oh it's a long, long to Vegas
Oh it's a long way
To the golden gates
Don't think God will mind
It's a little bitter-sweet when I hear your name
My ears perk up and my eyes feel drained, hey
Got a whole lotta nothin' to say
Well coming home, bedroom door open wide
My mind gets fucked when I see you twined, hey
Got a whole lotta nothin' to say
It's a long, long way to Vegas
It's a long, long way my baby
It's a long, long to Vegas
It's a long way
To the golden gates
Don't think God will mind
It's a long way
To the golden gates
Don't think God will mind
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10. |
(tapes)
01:17
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i left the christian parish
i couldn't carry on
there's nothing to believe in
there is no right or wrong
i left the christian parish
and when ~~~~~~
i'm telling you the truth
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i feel an existential crisis coming on
i feel real real
i feel like such a pawn
i feel balled up in the corner and spread out on the lawn
i feel, feel, feel,
i feel, feel,
feel, feel, feel
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I'm a man, the saddest man
Who ever lived a day
Oh I'm a man, planted his wife
And rolled around in his hay
Yes, I'm a man who worked for not
Gave all that he had away
Tell me more, tell me less
Make it hard, make me guess
Tell me who
Tell me how
Could I love you already just now
Oh I'm a man, a sacred man
Bygones aren't bygones with me
I hold on to the bitterest grudge
As if it were my last penny
I'd rather suffer noble
Than ever set myself free
Tell me more, tell me less
Make it hard, make a mess
Tell me who
Tell me how
Could I love you already just now
Just now
Love you already just now
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