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Little Sister
03:36
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When she cut her hair and broke her own heart like grade-school art,
well she wasn't broken in that little blue car
to me little sister
blonde hair, little sister,
asleep in the kitchen,
I gave them my bed
Woke up in the kitchen with an ache in my head
Will you tell me when you'll keep me near?
and will you tell me what I need to hear?
Cause I won't tell you when
I won't tell you when I'll leave you here
Do you remember how golden she was? She still is
Sometimes it's too faded to tell
Sometimes she's too faded to tell
Floral dress, crying mess
Hey, little sister
Gave you my bed, an ache in my head
Hey, little sister!
Will you tell me when you'll keep me near?
and will you tell me what I need to hear?
Cause I won't tell you when
I won't tell you when I'll leave you here
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2. |
Pretty Fear
05:05
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Help now it’s happening
Now I am on my knees
I need your help now please
I need your- I need your-
When I’m not moving- stop
When I’m not speaking- stop
When I’m not breathing- stop
When I’m not when I’m not
Get it out of my body
Get it out of my brain
Tell me that I’m not crazy
Tell me that I’m still sane
Back and forth and baby I’m not sleeping
You lie with me I count your sweet breathing
Back and forth and feel that old pretty fear
You lie with me I didn’t ask you here
I didn't ask you here
Get it out of my body
Get it out of my brain
Tell me that I’m not crazy
Tell me that I’m still sane
All of your gorgeous body all of your long black nails
Wrap me up in pieces and I’m
Bright red velvet
Ribbon in my eyes
Blue silk lining is fighting in my mind is biting all my mind
Get it out of my body
Get it out of my brain
Tell me that I’m not crazy
Tell me that I’m still sane
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3. |
Split Lip Kiss
04:01
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I stand back
with the men
stomping and tall in my kind of madness
The boys and
the boys and girls
are driven wild by the music
Dancing feet
Pink split lip kiss
Nectar dripping from our knife
Barefoot, stomping
hand on my chest, palms up, singing praising
Sticky finger celebration
Tumbling and tussling
And when the lights have gone down
I'll leave with you
Dancing feet
Pink split lip kiss
Nectar dripping from our knife
Not convinced
of your own existence
But given fruit
we can thrive
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4. |
Flows
04:03
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Feeling so backwards
leaving home
for a bigger role
Heaving up breathless
where they first roamed
and left it all where we left it all
Passing orbitals
thrashing and twisting by,
out of control in my eye
Bulls and roses both, red by the horn,
struck by the thorn
Lifted oracles passing out in the sky
out of control, alibi
Pulls and pushes both,
red by the horn,
stuck where you're born
Stood on a platform
wait in line
til you're out of time
Tongue's on a pinpoint
Bring me home
where we left it all
I wanna leave it all right where we left it all
Passing orbitals
thrashing and twisting by,
out of control in my eye
Bulls and roses both, red by the horn,
struck by the thorn
Lifted oracles passing out in the sky
out of control, alibi
Pulls and pushes both,
red by the horn,
stuck where you're born
Lost boat on a floodstorm
just going home
When the steering goes, who's in control?
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5. |
Copper
03:46
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Copper green, so heavy
The reasons for all this have left me
Take it all, don't leave none
Leave the wreck for our sons
Feeling like those gills now,
netted up and daddy's proud
Seine up your weary heart,
oh, sailor, oh,
don't let your line go
Seine up your weary heart,
but don't let go
There are more boats to follow
On Millar, yellow and green
Shared story obstructed by the Queen
My dear mountain, cloaked by the mast
Hand over hand, long-lining the past
Seine up your weary heart,
oh, sailor, oh,
don't let your line go
Seine up your weary heart,
but don't let go
There are more boats to follow
Shut up your weary mouth,
oh, sailor, oh,
don't let my line go
This reeling is an art,
but don't let go
There's no boat to follow
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6. |
Easy
03:19
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Done a lot so far
Don't make it easy
Done a lot so far
No don't make it easy
Who's that babe?
Who's that makin easy?
Who's that makin easy for you baby?
Done a lot so far
No don't make it easy
Done a lot so far
No don't make it easy
Who's that babe?
Who's that makin easy?
Who's that makin easy for you baby?
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