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[ti:Dixie Cups And Jars] |
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[ar:Waxahatchee] |
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[al:Cerulean Salt] |
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I'm not a whipper in the wind |
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Or solace laying at the bottom of a bottle |
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Or your thick skin |
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Escape yells both our names out loud |
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We run like hell I'll write a tragic epilogue and you'll act it out |
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I watched your dad give you away |
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I watched him drink the bitter taste in his exertion away |
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Make-up sits on your face like tar |
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The champagne flutes poorly engineered |
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Employ dixie cups and jars |
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Like minds let go of doubt |
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I watched it blow right out and |
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We danced on gaffs and graves |
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You'll remain I will find a way to leave gracefully or I'll escape |
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I do not fall to losing face |
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I dream I dive into something greater |
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Something to take my grief away |
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Dead leaves crunch I will not be missed |
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I fill my jar up to the brim |
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I am an arid abyss |
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I'm an arid abyss |
