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My Crass Patch
04:16
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Be my American steam
Be my Jean Seberg and my new French queen
Be my Breathless scream
Be what I look for in everything
Be the newest widow’s still worn wedding ring
Be a photo of autumn leaves on the first day of spring
Chapped lips, don’t change a thing
Don’t change a thing
Be my change,
don’t change a thing
Be my change,
don’t change a thing
Be the harvest moon that makes Jupiter sore
Be the kind of work I’ve spent my life working for
Be my drunkest nights blackout peaceful sleep
Be my memories I wish I could keep
(don’t change a thing, don’t change a thing)
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Now I sleep on a floor in a house
that I’ve never been in before
Kept company by the lack
Of what I remember about you
All the furniture’s lit up bright green
Something I know you’ll never see
Well maybe I should get some sunlight
But it’s just a yellow burden to me
You can break my bones
But you’re never coming home
You can only get hurt once
After that it’s a lack
of being self aware
So don’t come home
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Boat Rich
02:52
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When we finally find
the home we were searching for
we’ll write our initials
in rock formations
on the mountains
just like the cities we drove through
with so much
much more freedom
than here
than these
east coast constraints
could ever compare to.
But do you remember
that Philly porch panic attack
and the late night talks
on the balcony?
Well I’ve been finding comfort
spending the day time in bars,
watching how people in these cities act. Watching you play
pinball arcade games
while I put my legs up and relax.
I’m finally realizing
that home
doesn’t have an address
But do you remember
cherry cheeks on Chicago nights
And the late night talks
in other people’s living rooms
Pick out a postcard
(we’ll send it in the morning
But do you remember
sleeping sitting up
and the late night talks
in every state we’ve been in
I’m finally realizing
that home doesn’t have an address
It doesn’t have an address
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No, We're Not Actually
05:09
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Visits used to be on holidays and weekends
now you’re always a phone call away from wherever you’re needed
for emergency speakings
A body on a stretcher, eyes rolled back and barely sleeping
tears in your voice, I’m trying to keep you from weeping.
Because everything will be fine, as long as I say so.
And everything will go right, as long as I say so.
There’s the prettiest view of the city from his bedside window
if you ignore what they’re for, these machines make the most beautiful glow
turn the lights out and go
Pillows under his head, make sure there is a steady blood flow
hold his hand tight, whisper goodbye slow
Because everything will be fine, as long as we say so.
And everything will go right, as long as we say so.
So we’ll tell him to stay young
Don’t die on me yet
Because I can’t bear to see him like this again
I keep thinking back to all of us in that kitchen on those mornings
Steady nights of sleeping
Steady nights of sleeping
Steady nights of sleeping
Oh how I miss those
Oh how I miss you
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