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Moon Like Sour Candy
02:27
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Moon like sour candy in your mouth
Our conversations are heading south
I am getting caught up in your movement
Resisting stagnation, I am trying
Wearing corduroy for four days straight
I get confused when you say my name
Skin is flaking harder in the winter
Reach out to your mother, I am crying
You can only like me when you're drunk
The sky is open, my stomach sunk
Tongue like bubbles floating down my rotten skin
Don't worry about it, I am trying
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Lydia
03:02
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You are a counterfeit
I fly to ask you where you've been
Mother told me not to bother
But I'm never gonna tell her
What do you want from me? I ask
How can I make you happy?
What do you want from me? I ask
How can I make you want me?
You are a butterfly
I go to ask you something
Mother says that I'm a loner
But today I'm gonna show her
What do you want from me? I ask
How can I make you happy?
What do you want from me? I ask
How can I make you want me
Getting high up on the roof of your old house
I'm scared of heights but I'm close to your mouth
Be the kind of kiss I'll remember when I'm old
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Mirror
01:05
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Brother
02:34
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I miss the brother that I never had
I miss the ones that have made me sad
Grow a garden in the backyard, hold my hand
Hum lady lamb under your breath
My hair in braids, I understand
You never want to see me ever again
Pack all my boxes and flag a cab
Follow leaves and gravel til I reach the end
I will miss you forever
I didn't have you at all
I will care about you
Until the day that I follow you down
I miss the color of the summer air
You pick the basil and count out shares
The smell of oil and gasoline
Our house in flames, your eyes on me
Dig up from the soft ground with your feet
New money on the table so we eat
No need to tell me what my manners need
I'll stare them down until they leave
I will miss you forever
I didn't have you at all
I will care about you
Until the day that I follow you down
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Sister Wives
03:28
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Pack up a bag
Take two Tylenol
Cut your braids with kitchen knives
Kill the rest of your sister wives
Call Anna on the telephone
Turn around for one more look at home
One glance, you're a pillar of salt
I learned my lessons here in the drought
No water on my tongue,
No water in my eyes
No water on my tongue,
No water in my eyes
A bouquet left above the steps
My quick heart and some deep unrest
No joy when the birds don't sing
When they see you they don't say a thing
Your heart reeks of sulfur air
You reach out to me, your wrists are bare
I see the devil in your eyes when you smile
Come inside, you can stay for a while
No water on my tongue,
No water in my eyes
No water on my tongue,
No water in my eyes
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Spencer Peppet New York, New York
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