Song | Sleepy Towns and Cemeteries |
Artist | Nicole Dollanganger |
Album | Observatory Mansions |
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[00:13.43] | He casts the kind of glow only a city knows |
[00:23.59] | Light creeping into the coffin |
[00:28.06] | Of these sleepy suburban homes |
[00:33.92] | He's so alive in the places everyone here has a hole |
[00:44.47] | Bury myself in the front lawn |
[00:49.71] | Hope he'll come dig up my bones |
[01:05.77] | Streets here are cemeteries |
[01:10.65] | They feel alive when they’re dead |
[01:16.15] | He wakes up all of the skeletons |
[01:21.71] | Every time I look at him |
[01:27.02] | He reminds me beautiful things |
[01:32.15] | Can come from something ugly |
[01:38.01] | Flowers grow amongst the weeds |
[01:43.51] | Good things have come from nothing |
[01:59.28] | He casts the kind of glow only a city knows |
[02:08.75] | He's so alive in the places everyone here has a hole |
[02:18.38] | He casts the kind of glow only a city knows |
[02:27.92] | He's so alive in the places everyone here has a hole |
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[00:13.43] | He casts the kind of glow only a city knows |
[00:23.59] | Light creeping into the coffin |
[00:28.06] | Of these sleepy suburban homes |
[00:33.92] | He' s so alive in the places everyone here has a hole |
[00:44.47] | Bury myself in the front lawn |
[00:49.71] | Hope he' ll come dig up my bones |
[01:05.77] | Streets here are cemeteries |
[01:10.65] | They feel alive when they' re dead |
[01:16.15] | He wakes up all of the skeletons |
[01:21.71] | Every time I look at him |
[01:27.02] | He reminds me beautiful things |
[01:32.15] | Can come from something ugly |
[01:38.01] | Flowers grow amongst the weeds |
[01:43.51] | Good things have come from nothing |
[01:59.28] | He casts the kind of glow only a city knows |
[02:08.75] | He' s so alive in the places everyone here has a hole |
[02:18.38] | He casts the kind of glow only a city knows |
[02:27.92] | He' s so alive in the places everyone here has a hole |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[00:13.43] | He casts the kind of glow only a city knows |
[00:23.59] | Light creeping into the coffin |
[00:28.06] | Of these sleepy suburban homes |
[00:33.92] | He' s so alive in the places everyone here has a hole |
[00:44.47] | Bury myself in the front lawn |
[00:49.71] | Hope he' ll come dig up my bones |
[01:05.77] | Streets here are cemeteries |
[01:10.65] | They feel alive when they' re dead |
[01:16.15] | He wakes up all of the skeletons |
[01:21.71] | Every time I look at him |
[01:27.02] | He reminds me beautiful things |
[01:32.15] | Can come from something ugly |
[01:38.01] | Flowers grow amongst the weeds |
[01:43.51] | Good things have come from nothing |
[01:59.28] | He casts the kind of glow only a city knows |
[02:08.75] | He' s so alive in the places everyone here has a hole |
[02:18.38] | He casts the kind of glow only a city knows |
[02:27.92] | He' s so alive in the places everyone here has a hole |