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Tall Grass
03:28
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Sipping on a cold drink, thinking about you, my mind is cloudy but the skies nothing but blue, may is cruel comes around too soon but the heat won't stick around and neither will you
A cocktail umbrella falls out your hair, you bend down in your underwear talking about plans for june but even that's too soon for me
I'm in the tall Grass completely alone
Wondering what you'd say to me, are you proud of yourself are you lonely boy do you need me
I'm in the tall Grass completely at home, drunk as hell again wondering why life wont make a fit enough plan for me
I might take a stroll down to the ocean feel the water at my feet and the wind at my face, I see stick figures in the distance will they find me interesting will they show me pity, will they think I'm mad mad mad, will they think I'll try and kill myself self self maybe they'll feed me, maybe they'll know my girl maybe they've come for me
I'm in the tall Grass completely alone
Wondering what you'd say to me, are you proud of yourself are you lonely boy do you need me
I'm in the tall Grass completely at home, drunk as hell again wondering why life wont make a fit enough plan for me
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Enemy's Belly
04:08
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I'll be the last on the field, and my barrel will be the last to clear and I'll aim high, I'll aim high
I'll sleep on the Enemy's belly i'll take shelter under their trees and if they ask me where is my spine i'll say I left it at my mothers bedside
Goodnight
I speak now, I hear a different sound, one I've never heard before coming out my mouth, a unique sound the sound of a coward burrowing deeper underground, the sound of a coward burrowing deeper underground, the sound of a coward burrowing deeper underground, the sound of a coward burrowing deeper under ground
Goodnight
I'll aim high
Goodnight
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Keep Checking Up On Me
04:19
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I've got two grey hounds, they don't really go out and work much
They're more of my muscle for muscle than it's worth
I've got a caffeine system and a pouring arm, I grow cannabis in my back garden
It's much more hassle more hassle than it's worth
My parents bought me a soul when I was younger I didnt look after it I didn't feed its hunger I put it in the cupboard only when they come around
I am hollow, broken, borrowed
I am hollow, going solo
I am falling but focused I'm dreading the outlook
They asked me if I'm ready to come out yet and I said no way, no way, no way
I am hollow, broken, borrowed
I grow scarecrows in my back garden, keeps away the kids and the rust
But they scare me more, more and more than it's worth
I've got a crushing sense of awareness and the overwhelming urge to be kind
And it hits me more more and more than I mind
My parents bought me a soul when I was younger I didnt look after it I didn't feed its hunger I put it in the cupboard only when they come around
I am, hollow, broken, borrowed, I am, hollow going solo
I'm falling but focused
I am hollow, broken, borrowed
I am hollow, going solo
I am falling but focused I'm dreading the outlook
They asked me if I'm ready to come out yet and I said no way, no way, no way
I am hollow, broken, borrowed
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Blue State
03:04
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I can't wait any longer, I've bathed In this for long enough, I could swim through you, but for now just pass the red around the room
And you said it will get better in time
I'm in a blue state, drowning with my feet firmly placed, I'm in a blue state
What draws you to the weak I would be be a fool to speak, that's what I thought was right but now I know that talkings fine, I feel the days creep in, like a cover to the time, thats how it feels but do you think I'm doing alright
And you said, I've already given you enough
I'm in a blue state, drowning with my feet firmly placed
I'm in a blue state
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Hope You're Not Holy
01:54
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I hope that you're not holy and I hope that you bare witness to a man and not a child, I've spent a thousand hours trying to look at you pretending to talk to you,
and I hope that you're not holy and I hope that you're not crazy because I'm pretty sure I am these days, i've been reading into my old ways and how could you live like that man
How can how can I, how can i bottle this feeling save it for later and wheres my choices, you know I know you that I can't do it, it tears me, theres not one grain of sugar it's bitter and twisted save it for later it's all in scribbles how can I why should I formulate
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