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Hinemoa St
02:37
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I never told you this
I think it needs to be said
I stole your t-shirt once,
I hid it under my bed
When you asked me if I’d seen it
I just closed my eyes and shook my head
But what else can you do
When someone means enough to you
You’d steal their clothes and lie about it too
You sent me a postcard in 2009
And I was just grateful to know you were still alive
I wasn’t angry just too anxious to come up with a good reply
But what am I supposed to say
Where’s the courage in moving away?
I can’t afford it and all my stuff's here anyway
But I get it, you’re dramatic
It’s romantic in such a fucked up way
And the details go on and on without you
And one day when you wake up
You’ve been sleeping in someone else’s bed
And the details they’ll go on and on around you
It’s going on and on around you
Feels like I might be losing my mind
But it’s so hard when you find
You’re the one who’s being left behind
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You and I can travel anywhere
We prefer to stay at home
That day that we drove North I don’t know
I wore that black and white dress you like
You didn’t touch me even one time
But that day in February changed my mind
You took bad care, you took bad care of me
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3. |
Normal Warehousing
02:55
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These days are a throwaway
I'm not even sure what I've done today
I keep passing every orange light
It's a bad habit I know and it's gotta stop
I get distracted by the clock
And you say it's more than just a job
But how long are we gonna wait until it pays off?
You'll say "we'll sleep when we're dead"
Not sure if it matters anymore to me
(Is it worth it? Are you over it?)
Deep breath, you have got so much time left, you'll see
(Is it worth it? Are you over it?)
You'll say "we'll sleep when we're dead"
Do you feel like a sucker yet?
Not sure if it matters anymore to me
(Is it worth it? Are you over it?)
Deep breath, you have got so much time left, you'll see
(Is it worth it? Are you over it?)
We'll say "we'll sleep when we're dead"
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4. |
Bow
03:18
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I wasn’t careful about it
I played up as ever I had done
Simple timing, adept execution
Like we’re running a race that I’ve already won
Can I take back the stories that ones that grow tired with telling?
Was it my outlook or just that brand new possession feeling?
With this ball in my hand I am out before I even get started
With this self preservation I am starting to make it all stick
Between my skin and my t-shirt there isn’t a thing to discover
I’m a one trick pony but goddamn if it’s not a good trick
And I had no idea, but I managed to win all of your prizes
Like the king who can’t touch it without it turning to gold
And with that sick feeling down inside I was proud to have done it
The chiming success when attention is decently sold
With this ball in my hand I am out before I even get started
With this self preservation I am starting to make it all stick
Between my skin and my t-shirt there isn’t a thing to discover
I’m a one trick pony but goddamn if it’s not a good trick
Feels like I’m bleeding out my heart and it spreads through my limbs to my fingers
No matter how hard I breathe it’s a red-raw lash that still lingers
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Model Home Christchurch, New Zealand
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