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Mirage
04:47
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Come near
Leave your heavy cloak riddled with lies by the door
Its weight won't trouble your shoulders no more
Deep sigh
We have all made sacrifices
But I cannot read signals I don't speak
If you should kiss me now
I would not recoil
Though in my heart of hearts
I know it'd be wrong
I always forget how coy
How brittle you are
Standing behind your flesh
A blissful mirage
So come near
Put your evil toys back in the box
Are you still wondering why
They come back for more
The sweet taste of human wine
No one says no
I always forget how coy
How brittle you are
Standing behind your fllesh
A blissful mirage
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Sometimes I get stuck
In the faces on my phone
I feel like I know something
That they don't know anymore
Gunning down the highway
As the sun burns through my skull
A cliche flush with meaning
Jumps out of the radio
I... I...
I'm not crying anymore
I assimilate late before I lose it all
When they took my clothing
Over and over again
I walked naked in the snow drift
And I learned I have a hollow core
Cunning cuts like razors
I hid it all below
A swollen ego-itis
Lashes out at a phantom call
I... I...
I'm not laughing anymore
I assimilate late before I lose it all
You built a monster out of me
But I love you even more
Built a monster out of me
But I love you even more
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Grow Up
03:57
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Hey
Meet me at the jungle gym
Let's see how high we can make it go
I wanna know if your bones are more
Twisted up than my own
We're cut from the same cloth you know
Living in the shadow of our thoughts
God damn it, grow up
I don't wanna be a nomad anymore
Damn it, grow up
I don't wanna think about the past anymore
God damn it, grow up
I don't wanna be a nomad anymore
Hey
I've been looking up to you
Ever since those monkey bars
A heavy sidecar tethered to your ride
I've been closest to your line of sight
Of course, you can keep saying no
I'll wait for you on the outside of your walls
God damn it, grow up
I don't wanna be a nomad anymore
Damn it, grow up
I don't wanna think about the past anymore
God damn it, grow up
I don't wanna be a nomad anymore
So hey
So hey
Meet me at the jungle gym
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Hold That Thought
04:52
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Hold that thought
My house is on fire
My life in the gutter
Pick me up, I command you
Pick me up
I am treading water
You come to your senses
You promised me something
Protect, protect, protect, protect
Hold that thought
I'm not a cruel woman
I'm not a bad person
Make it right, I command you
Sympathize
Frozen on my shoulder
The longer we wait here
The further we will be
Regret, regret, regret, regret
I've got tunnel vision
Cabin fever
Tunnel vision
Rock bottom, coming fast, I sink fast
Dark and hollow, I grow cold, memory lapse
An empty tool box, tips and tricks, blotting ink,
A tiny crevice, hurts so bad, I sink fast
Memory lapse
Hold that thought
Who put me here
Undone and smeared
Pick me up, I command you
Pick me up
Don't treat me like a soldier
You watched every second
WIth crooked frame of reference
Forget, forget, forget, forget
Hold that thought
It's not black or white
You sold me lies
Take it back, I command you
Take it back
Grinding on my conscience
The longer we wait here
The further we will be
Regret, regret, regret, regret
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Token
04:00
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Reach into your pocket
Find a token from way back last summer
Throw it in the pond
Watch the surface twist, the water ripples
Snow can't stop the sun warming up the pavement
Globe is out of sorts, nihilist take over
I'm just stacking MIDI blocks on another
Hoping this will lead to a fruitful summer
Reach into your pocket
Find a token from way back last summer
Turn it in your palm
Watch the bets you made on glimmering silver
Snow can't stop the sun warming up the pavement
Globe is out of sorts, nihilist take over
I'm just stacking MIDI blocks on another
Hoping this will lead to a fruitful summer
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Askew
04:40
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Cloudless sunny face slowly turning over
Spilling guts locked in a bomb-prrof shelter
Rotting in a naturally uncomfortable way
Ugly from the seams drifts this raw oder
Now, more than ever before
I don't trust miracles or the broad strokes of imagination
That everything will come to a beautiful close
I bite down and grapple the truth
That burned and tortured my soul
I look away from myself
The image is askew
Evil festers thick in a calloused comment
The thickest skin just sizzles to its acid
Swelling to a mass that tips the Egyptian scale
Palms are damp and ears are full of white sound
I owe you an apology
I was wrong many times, convincingly
My faith will waver at anything
Until this comes to a beautiful close
Now, more than ever before
I don't trust miracles or the broad strokes of imagination
That everything will come to a beautiful close
So I bite down and grapple the truth
That burned and tortured my soul
I look away from myself
The image is askew
I look away from myself
The image is askew
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I Can't Wait
05:05
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Wake up, if you go now
They may still be waiting for their time
When god raises his fist you'll be alone
With empty faces on your shelf
Their skin cells
Their skin cells are constantly
Constant fighting
Sunshine from a teenage summer dream
Thick black locks
Locked up in a photograph
Turned white like a portrait of a Nor'easter storm
I can't wait until I see you again
Because I know really soon there'll be no more you
Look hard
Think back to the years you'd thrown away
If they didn't hold you fast
Don't try, don't try to generalize
That every single moment was a lie
Each bus stop
Each bus stop you know so well
That automated voice is proof that you do belong
Tiny days piled into a giant year
Too long for someone to hold such poison in their lungs
And I can't wait until I see you again
Because I know really soon there'll be no more you
And I can't wait to tell how much I care
I tear up everytime I try to dial your line
Good intentions, short sighted
Good intentions, bad juju
Good intentions, I know where to find
They're right inside
'Cause I know really soon
There'll be no more you
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Bicycles in Kyoto
03:59
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Weaving through pedestrian waves
I trust your hand won't lead me astray
Ancient stacks of karma stand tall
The mist hangs low as we start to stall
Dew drops quiver on the edge of your lashes
Lost so deep in the old country
Strangers swallow us from head to toe
Hang tight, we'll pull through
I pause and relish the shadows
Indigo skyline
Our thoughts hang in limbo
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Courtney Swain Providence, Rhode Island
“A gorgeous blend of overwhelming vocal talent, modern keyboard techniques, and contemporary sophistication.”
— New England Noise
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