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Innocent
04:12
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Bouts can’t bend to your will oh!
I can’t watch my cigarettes
Ooh~ I’m innocent
Dust mites can’t fight to fall oh!
Were you hospus ill?
So let go, I’m innocent!
So let go, I’ve hardly fallen oh
I can hear a call
A call from outside
And folks on the runway
Wont stop and drive by
My sisters and I we're not too high
And there's and man holding crutches and you
Only if you deserved it
Bouts can’t bend to your will oh!
I can’t watch my cigarettes
Ooh~ I’m innocent
Dust mites can’t fight to fall oh!
Were you hospus ill?
So let go, I’m innocent!
So let go, I’ve hardly fallen oh
How well spoken she is, oh she is, oh she is
I hardly thought but I got by
The kettle ‘nd stove
The most perfect tone
So true and true
I heard it scream loud
I meant I do, I do
With all the love I mean
The melody was meant for you
Oh~ if it’s only time
The fallout’s been a long gone for years
Falling off the pages that I’ve lost
But the ones that I have not
The ones that I have not
I’ll forget for you~
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Ghosts
04:05
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I don’t sing straight
And off the bar
I'm an automatic automat
Wrapped in your arms
I don’t sing straight
Well dressed in nylon
Know now that I’ve already gone
Try for all the social ghosts
Over glances and casted stone
Was it here or on the record's coast?
Try for all the social ghosts
That’d be rolling off the records coast
Over a gaze I said
I insist it!
With more than affection
I don’t sing straight
I'm off the keys
Its the crooked record that buries me
I don’t sing straight while the song has gone on
Know now that I’ve already gone
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Stranger On The Rooftop
03:39
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Cash on the floor again
Whispered the whole world is my brother
I remember every flake in your hair
That melted away with the summer
As you did once
Unto the other side
And as you did once
I’ll deny our goodbyes
The memories remain the same
So red and tall
The world’s gone on
A stranger perched on the rooftop
Sing, what kind of love can I bring?
Sara wept in my arms when you came
Dressed in black, a fashion fanista
I remember every golden watch worn
Thrown with the brothers who came before-
Unto the other side
As you did once
I’ll deny our goodbyes
The memories remain the same
So red and tall
The world’s gone on
A stranger perched on the rooftop
Sing, what kind of love can I bring?
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Bent
03:48
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I'm amazed
At planes I could wonder what we’d look like
For tomorrow
So hurry up its not a rush I-
Feel the factor, a foreign year
All the actors who count on fear I-
I can try it
Bent at forty five
The foxing trot falling through your tracks
I can, I can tap the tempo
Waiting for collapse
On hot hands
My, my love I miss your touch
But I wont-
Was it honey rolling off your face dear?
Some sashed dance so I looked away
I'll wait so patiently
I can try it!
Bent at forty five
The foxing trot falling through your tracks I can, I can tap the tempo
Waiting for collapse
On hot hands
My my love I miss your touch
But I wont-
Absent suffocating
When an elk doesn't know the difference
He started table dancing
As I glanced down in fear
It's trust, man
She would never learn to leave again
I still see the keys to your apartment
Outside every window passed by
Bent at forty five
The foxing trot falling through your tracks I can, I can tap the tempo
Waiting for collapse
On hot hands
My my love I miss your touch
But I wont-
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weatherboy Toronto, Ontario
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