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Holiday
03:55
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I have never seen a moon so full
So many nights there was no moon at all for me
I though New England must have none
I even waited out under the stars
But it felt nothing like a home at all
So many empty bottles and glass jars
And back in Virginia, I'm sure the moon is shining fine
But up here in Hampshire, it's like they've never seen the light
But they've got to have it, so why does it feel like endless night?
Because I haven't seen a moon in Massachusetts all my life
I have never seen a room so full
So many nights there was no room at all for me
I thought your bedroom wasn't one
So I waited out beside your car
But you couldn't drive me home for all
The many empty bottles and glass jars
And back in Virginia, I'm sure the moon is shining fine
But up here in Hampshire, it's like you've never seen me right
Cause you've gotta have it, and so it feels like endless fights
Still I haven't seen a moon in Massachusetts all my life
The cab drivers yell full frustration but tell
All their lovers they can't get away
The drinks cost so much, I'm sure no one gets drunk
Or you won't call it that anyway
It starts as, 'just one', then 'why can't you have fun?'
But we both know it won't end that way
Were the postcards I mailed marked vacation or hell?
Cause this don't feel like a holiday
I have never seen a moon so full
So many nights there was no moon at all for me
I thought New England must have none
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2. |
Bad Art
02:46
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I woke up in my bed
Reached for the water but got oil instead
Tried rolling over and I hit my head on something sharp
And all my cereal was dry, gray bugs
And I tipped over trying to lace my shoes up
It's like somebody's trying to make a joke or bad art
I feel like crying and I don't know why
Every little hitch turns two miles wide
It's barely Tuesday and I've seen my whole life flash me -
What a sight
I feel like crying and I don't know why
And I would have told you that I'd learned to cope
For all these little things, just sigh and move on
But I lose my humor and I suddenly can't start
I feel like dying and I don't know why
Every little hitch turns two miles wide
It's barely Tuesday and I've seen my whole life flash me -
What a sight
I feel like crying and I don't know why
Why, why, why?
I feel like crying and I don't know why
Every little hitch turns two miles wide
It's barely Tuesday and I've seen my whole life flash me -
What a sight
I feel like crying and I don't know why
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3. |
Daniel
04:15
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Was I not clear enough when I said no drugs?
Then I catch you on the back porch as you light up
Well I had one rule and you broke it
I know that no one dies from toking
But it just matters to me to have you hold me soberly
But you knew ways to appear
To your greatest advantage when I'm near
Just a phrase and it's clear
That you'll be making your case
And I will hear it
But Daniel just keeps on lying
And I act like I have got money to burn
Cause I buy it
Oh, Daniel just keeps on lying
And I act like I have got money to burn
He says he's growing up
This has gone on long enough
That he'll put away his pipe and put an end to all this fuss
But there's more reasons that we broke up
Than some little spat or smoke up
So this all hinges for me on your full sobriety
Cause we were already failing
I should be thanking you for inhaling
But Daniel just keeps on lying
And I act like I have got money to burn
Cause I buy it
Oh, Daniel just keeps on lying
And I act like I have got money to burn
Oh, my mind is made up
Every time we break up
But then you hit me with the words, 'I will change'
And you got me again
Oh, you got me, you got me
But Daniel, I just can't keep trying
To act as if I am somebody who learns -
I'd be lying
Oh, Daniel just keeps on lying
And I act like I have got money to burn
Cause I buy it
Like I have got money to burn
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4. |
Square States
03:28
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Last seen in one of those square states
My man is a modern man
Meets me for one of his lunch breaks
He makes time where he can
But lately he's been seeing others
And lately I've been seeing only him
Lately he's been seeing others
And lately I've been seeing only him
But who am I kidding?
I'm the emotional help
I am a guidebook on a shelf
That he uses in foreign lands -
His reference woman on hand
And lately I've been feeling something
A thistle in my side, or there akin
Lately I've been feeling something
It's sitting square outside the bound of friends
Now where I meant to curry favor
I meant to call you for my own
He's getting all my unpaid labor
And I'm the only one who's growing
He came just seeking affirmation
Came thinking it's all free of charge
But I got no natural inclination, darling
I put in work, so do your part
Oh but who am I kidding?
I'm the emotional help
I am a guidebook on a shelf
That he uses in foreign lands -
His reference woman on hand
Oh but who am I kidding?
His reference woman on hand
Oh but who am I kidding?
His reference woman on hand
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5. |
Pusher
03:55
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Tanned skin beside a velvet horse
Doling out dopamine
Take the full dose
I am just symptoms to look over
Asks if I'm well, but looks at mother
My pusher has a law degree
But he takes no pleasure, he assures me
Except in tearing receipts
Except in saying I'll need
What he is selling till I'm buried
Till I'm buried
What a business to say I'm unwell
Don't get to know me, just show me what you sell
And who could fault me for having such faulty chemistry?
But I wager it's you who's unwell
You're as addicted as I am when you sell
So don't fault me for something I'm sure I see clearly
Five years and counting is enough for me
I was not made as I'm feeling lately,
So whose fault could it really be?
I was not made as I'm feeling lately,
So whose fault could it really be?
Whose fault could it really be?
Whose fault could it really be?
If you insist, hand me that jar
If it's what I need, I guess I can take another
Am I just symptoms to look over?
If it's what I need, I guess I can take another
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6. |
Rolling Papers
03:56
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Stray violet hairs and a headache
Leave in what I wore yesterday
Rolling papers, you take off the label
So no one can go and give this a name
But it's almost worth it cause it makes you happy
So what if I'm not? Can't I live off what could be?
You may well say it's the thought that counts
But I count, too, and you always count me out
And still I'm -
I'm coming over and I wish that I wouldn't
You've got my number and I'm begging you lose it
Cause I wake up hurting every time that you use it
Oh, stop pulling me around
And it's not enough that we worked in your garden
Spent Sundays baking and I met all your work friends
So don't come in, then try to pretend that it's alright
I only get you after ten
But it's almost worth it cause it makes you happy
So what if I'm not? Can't I live off what could be?
You may well say it's the thought that counts
But I count, too, and you always count me out
And still I'm -
I'm coming over and I wish that I wouldn't
You've got my number and I'm begging you lose it
Cause I wake up hurting every time that you use it
Oh, stop pulling me around
So if it's really too much responsibility
Being seen holding hands in public with me
But how are you gonna say that's too much responsibility?
And what does that mean for us?
Because it sure means something to me
And still I'm -
I'm coming over and I wish that I wouldn't
You've got my number and I'm begging you lose it
Cause I wake up hurting every time that you use it
Oh, stop pulling me around
Stop pulling me,
Stop pulling me,
Stop pulling me around
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