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Goodpain
04:21
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We know where all the red ferns grow
two feet against me, but beyond my reach
Six keys, one whole heart for each, one whole wave for me
Grass stains cut my bloody knees, it’s goodpain it means i can’t be phased
That little death inside my sides won’t make it right
He wins every time I find myself inside, alone all night
I’ll be howling keeping you between my eyes, there I’ll be alright
I’ll be howling keeping you between my eyes, there I’ll be alright
Rorschach the pieces that I lack
I felt stained, cold beneath the waves, behind my suchered face
Cursed down, throw my certain doubt, let me let you down
That little death inside my sides won’t make it right
He wins every time I find myself inside, alone all night
I’ll be howling keeping you between my eyes, there I’ll be alright
I’ll be howling keeping you between my eyes, there I’ll be alright
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Only You
03:54
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You forgot how to love, I’ll remind you
Leave this city and fill you up, I was hungry you were stuck
Even though no sticks and stones, you still come through my broken bones
I’ll move it on cause you deserve the holy word to fix your home
Find the time, make the plans, and start to plan your little death
Wait in starlit nightlights, feel you fingers keep me growing
I wake in LA feel the sun and pace my smoking
Only you
Only you can see the scars, and only you can run that far, even though no sticks and stones, I feel you through my broken bones,
But i move it on cause you deserve the holy word to fix your home, so find the time make the plans and start to plan your little death
Wait in scarlet nightlights, feel your fingers keep me glowing
I wake in LA feel the sun and pace my smoking
Only you, only you, only you, only you, only you
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Level Tools
04:37
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Hold me, don’t let light in through the cracks in the tile
I won’t cross breed the silence all night
I miss all the warmth in the creatures we despise we all learn to make sense of the fire
I’ve been doubting all those fools saying that we’re all alone, my gut’s the only level tool I own
So don’t be hit or miss when you wanna get where you’re going, just fix yourself to kill your own son
On a loan I float my hopes, call me slow but time will change with my notes, creature blur caught in my stern
Holy waters only help me burn
Holy ghost beneath my bones, help me hold my own
To record this I rely on my willing to stay up
I feel like the rattlings I eat through to see you, you won’t be sent to safe so call home
The verdicts are curling their wings round my ways up
And it looks like the worst they got us but spared you, we all need to make sense of the truth
On a loan I float my hopes, call me slow but time will change with my notes, creature blur caught in my stern
Holy waters only help me burn
Holy ghost beneath my bones, help me hold my own
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World Wings
03:31
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Hold it back I’m getting older, I'm not some son
Screaming the lord won't overtake you
Spit it out like gum, the kids rock it now with guns
And it's true they won't believe in what you do, they fear the youth, they want the world to keep cool
Just whip your wings, I'll keep you moving
Feel with your lungs, I’ll keep you breathing
Wait in gates for what they call life, they sing sick songs
When they call they want your bright whites, so sing along or be my suck love gun
And it's true they won't believe in what you do, they fear the youth, they want the world to keep cool
Just whip your wings, I'll keep you moving
Feel with your lungs, I’ll keep you breathing
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Beige
03:24
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I don't wanna see you smile
I want you in the morning
Before you go performing
Tell me something I don't know and lead me to the place where no one ever goes
Let me go under your skin, and let me find the demons that drive those heavenly limbs
You know you're beautiful
But that ain't half the gold treasure in your soul
What you got cause I want it all
With your fingers in my mouth I fail to see your faults so please don't let me fall, please don't let me fall
I think we’d survive in the wild
We would eat plants and roots and dream about electric fans
But baby could you kill a man, could you look in his eyes and feel the fire drain out of his hands
And baby do you think about the past, do you wonder if every stupid little thing has led us to this
You know you're beautiful
But that ain't half the gold treasure in your soul
What you got cause I want it all
With your fingers in my mouth I fail to see your faults so please don't let me fall, please don't let me fall
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