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5th And Jefferson
01:55
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At the corner or 5th and Jefferson
Wondering where my money went
Thinking can't trust the government
Stumbling with impaired judgment
All we are is
All we are is
All we are is all we'll ever be
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Parking lot parking lot
Poison apple romantic
Beneath a blood moon bleeding
Movie star movie star
Smeared lipstick and a wine drunk heart
Make me feel nothing
Give me your last dance
Give me your last chance
Give me your green light glance
Give me a forehead kiss
As the mushroom cloud hits
Tongue and cheek tongue and cheek
I hate the Beatles fever dream
You're my everything, Lock Screen
Fuck bitches, get money
Energy with some urgency
Real tears hit different
Give me your last chance
Give me your last dance
Give me your green light glance
Give me a forehead kiss
As the mushroom cloud hits
Give me a forehead kiss
As the mushroom cloud hits
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Everyday I give up on myself
Learn the hard way as my dad used to say
All I do now is just try to feel anything
Everyday I wake up old
With a headache and an edible
All I do now is wait for the cold
Close your eyes Kris
And picture yourself
In a field with the sun at your back
In an airbrushed t-shirt mustache
Death by disassociation
Death by disassociation
Death by disassociation
Death by
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4. |
Bury Me At Brandywine
03:12
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Bury me at brandywine
Mind on my money
Money in decline
All I can see
Is what's in front of me
My horses are hard to hold
This quiet feels so cold
All I want is not to need
All I need is all the hair I can keep
Bury me next to Lindsey
And all of them witches
And therapists with mood rings
All I can see
Is what's in front of me
My horses are hard to hold
This quiet feels so cold
All I need is not to want
All I want
Is everything all at once
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I was killed in cold blood
Like my post-marked past
Like the lucky mud
Like my latchkey love
Sunny and 75
There were better days for dying
So live like you are living
In a simulation glitching
She said "pour me a cold one
And put on some gin blossoms
And drive me around this town
But fuck the cops
I hope they drown
Now pour me another
I'm taking your picture
I'm writing you down
Recording your sounds"
Because it's quarantine
Gossip Girl season 3
And so Blaire of me
To claim to be an essential being
Like the Walmart employee
Who was trying to tell me
We all hate where we're from
Even if it's pretty
So pour me a bottle
And put on some Alanis
I can't believe she played god once
I think that that's ironic
I'm taking your picture
I'm writing you down
This feels like a dream
You're poetry, poetry to me
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6. |
This Is My Last Song
02:09
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Let go of your bitterness
Realize we all exist
When we leave our bodies lifeless
You want to know you made a difference.
Let go of your hopelessness
Realize you need your friends
Cause in the end nothing changes
Without solidarity and patience
Let go of everything
Maybe this is all a dream
But if it is please don't wake me
Bc I feel like I won the lottery
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