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Fake You
03:43
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Give me the tools I'm gonna build a fake you, give me the tools I'm gonna build a fake you. Forget all the fights, I'll fill you with light. I'll die with a smile but my heart will stay wild
I'm scared to break you but I will never fake it, I'm scared to break you but I will never fake it. Notice all the ways I wake when all the water sifts down, later I will grow later I'll be angry still
It’s sin the way I dig my heels in, I left you in Brooklyn, alone under the burning stars. But you’re the broken wall I wail to, I'll shatter with the real you, no matter how fake you are
I got some calls from my better days, when I got wrapped for what I shouldn't say, but I got all the truth I needed from the belly of New York. You can look and never find the button that will give you a new song. So I call the law when I feel lost. You'll be the clouds over slick moss. and I'll tell you all my dreams if you promise me you'll stay here and if you find me half dead you will cry with real tears
It’s sin the way I dig my heels in, I left you in Brooklyn, alone under the burning stars. But you’re the broken wall I wail to, I'll shatter with the real you, no matter how fake you are
Give me the tools I'm gonna build a fake you
Give me the tools I'm gonna build a fake you
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2. |
Cut and Run
03:53
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I'll be the end of your affinity to cut and run, you'll be the map I read to heal and get me through this one
You feel your way to the mountain passes here I lay
You use your body like a compass lead me to the sky
Find a way
find a way,
through the pain,
when it’s gone,
you wish it stayed
Find a way
find a way
say her name
keep her there
don't let it fade
The slope of your neck give me something to believe in, but when the beat hits the base it takes away my aching.
You make me forget myself, but I love you I don't want anybody else
I'll be the end of your affinity to cut and run, you'll be the map I read to heal and get me through this one
I love the parts of you for safety's sake you keep inside
I love the ugly pieces haunting you at night
Find a way
find a way,
through the pain,
when it's gone,
you wish it stayed
Find a way
find a way
say her name
keep her there
don't let it fade
The slope of your neck give me something to believe in, but when the beat hits the base it takes away my aching.
You make me forget myself, but I love you I don't want anybody else
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Concrete
04:00
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One night I climbed to the tallest mountainside. Me and my blood rise, my brothers flanking my safe sides. Was it moon rays, or was it the feeling we all craved. It was a Monday when we should have been in the city but we were in bare feet grinding our toes into dirt streets
I’m not missing your concrete
I’m not missing your concrete
I'm not missing your concrete
The wood I sent you won't believe your lies, but you can try
the tongue I use is blessed with the gift of fire and I burn in cut tooth time, but I think it’s fine
the ways I love you will never be denied, but they will be defied cause you know I would
the keys I left you will lead you to the pines where all my bones feel right
I'm not missing your concrete
I'm not missing your concrete
I'm not missing your concrete
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Ride
03:51
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I won't wait another day, I won't wait another day
I won't wait till you come my way until you come my way
Cause I know I'm chasing down my grave, know I'm chasing down my grave
and I want you riding next to me, want you riding next to me
Want to live want to live a good life leave love queen earth be my ground
and every road my long legs walk down I get found
dead earth be my soft bed give me safety give me a crown
I listen to the creatures till I hear that sound
How can I sleep in the wake of your night moves
Now that I'm up can I tell you that you make me ohhh
I won't wait another day, I won't wait another day
I won't wait till you come my way until you come my way
Cause I know I'm chasing down my grave, know I'm chasing down my grave
and I want you riding next to me, want you riding next to me
sing my songs about the ways I keep on doing you wrong
keep my heart close to the fire so I don't thaw
count the spots along your arms so I remember this
feel the weight of time and hold back the minutes
How can I sleep in the wake of your night moves
Now that I'm up can I tell you that you make me ohhh
I won't wait another day, I won't wait another day
I won't wait till you come my way until you come my way
Cause I know I'm chasing down my grave, know I'm chasing down my grave
and I want you riding next to me, want you riding next to me
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Homing
03:37
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Look in the long nights for someone to own
look in the shadows for a way to get sold
look in the sun and know your luck is growing old
and I sing to them
I’m wholesome, I'm lonesome, and I want some
and I sing to them I’m wholesome, I’m lonesome, and I want some
White sun hits then you're gone,
give me a home
give me a home
give me a home
Fake love kiss on the lawn
give me a home
give me a home
give me a home
Can't keep you off my mind like I can't keep air out my lungs
I'm the maker of silence, I'm the enemy of love
Second guess the sun until you make it rain
and I sing to them
I’m wholesome, I'm lonesome, and I want some
and I sing to them I’m wholesome, I’m lonesome, and I want some
White sun hits then you're gone,
give me a home
give me a home
give me a home
Fake love kiss on the lawn
give me a home
give me a home
give me a home
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