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Gently Break
03:18
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When I think of you, you’re still 22
And you’re living with your dad
Work is really hard, you gotta drive really far
Tell me, does it make you mad?
And you’re radio is gone
And you’re driving through a storm
Let’s see how gently you can break
Let’s see how gently you can break
Let’s see how gently you can break
Let’s see how gently you can break
You burnt up all the fields all the grain for your meals
Now you gotta take it from someone else
But you saved one last match, the day you met your match
She was wearing a polka-dotted dress
And you fill up your car
With gasoline and stars
Let’s see how gently you can break
Let’s see how gently you can break
Let’s see how gently you can break
Let’s see how gently you can break
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Angie
04:10
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Angie, your song’s been sung before
That’s alright, it won’t hurt to have one more
I know you hate to have your name in a song
Well that’s okay, this won’t take too long
At the bottom of the eighth when they played sweet Caroline
Everybody sang along with a voice you could never find
Lucy treasured all her diamonds in the sky
My Angie, at least you tried
But we held on, like The Rolling Stones
But I, I guess they wrote that song
A long time ago
I guess it’s time to let you go
When I met you girl, my whole world just stood still
But you were on the run, tryna find some way to feel
Forever Young was playing on my radio
So I couldn't hear you when you said “I got to go”
Even Mary had the wind cryin’ her name
Where she comes from, where she goes are all the same
And why is Georgia, Georgia on everyone’s mind
Angie, you’re on mine
But we held on, like The Rolling Stones
But I, I guess they wrote that song
A long time ago
I guess it’s time to let you go
Why’d you have to let me go?
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3. |
Thicker Than Blood
03:17
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How the great have fallen again
Two opinions bloody dripping with sin
Looks like grace is stuck to the floor
Like chewing gum you can’t taste anymore
Anymore
Pin-up girl carved into your thigh
Busted knuckles watching cowboys cry
Epitaph written in the mud
“Illicit substances are thicker than blood”
Thicker than blood
Well I’ve been praying
To some strung out god with his bills overdue
And I’ve been staying
In the back of your car cause I’m liking the view
And this road keeps changing
I’m counting dotted lines got nothing better to do
My blood rearranges
Crying Jesus Christ I wish that I never knew
You can break your own heart without a fucking clue
Rabbits foot hung on a broken mirror
Stacking pennies on the tracks by the pier
Dumb kids never cuttin’ our hair
Stuck in the 90’s cause who really cares
Who really cares
Well I was something
Back when we were nothing at all
But now I’m nothing
Just some twenty-something
Twenty-something
Maybe I’m twenty-nothing
Well I’ve been praying
To some strung out god with his bills overdue
And I’ve been staying
In the back of your car cause I’m liking the view
And this road keeps changing
I’m counting dotted lines got nothing better to do
My blood rearranges
Crying Jesus Christ I wish that I never knew
You can break your own heart
You can break your own heart
You can break your own heart without a fucking clue
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4. |
Better Man
04:15
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Roses grow, where I can’t go
I miss their smell, their sting
And you always said, what’s dead is dead
And I can’t help, but disagree
Cause oh how I’d change,
Into a better man, to fit your pretty plans
And oh how I’d change,
I’d peel my skin, if you’d let me in, again
I can’t tell, if this is hell
Or if it’s just, a part of me
And I can’t stand, the thought of another man,
Who gets to feel your soft, sweet sting
And oh how I’d change,
Into a better man, that fits your perfect plans
And oh how I’d change,
I’d peel my skin, if you’d let me in, again
Oh, you
Could keep all my favorite parts
That I’ve bled for
And I’d thank you
And oh how I’d change,
Into a better man
That fits your perfect plans
How I’d change
Cause oh how I’d change,
Into a better man, that fits your prefect plans
And oh how I’d change,
I’d peel my skin, if you’d let me in, again
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5. |
Texas At Breakfast
04:34
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I’m cuttin’ my hair off, it’s been so damn long
Since I felt the weight of change
Well hallelujah goddamn I knew all along
Waitin’ ain’t worth the weight of shame
What if I was brave enough to stay
What if I was strong enough to say
All the rejections I’ve collected have turned to stone
And they just won’t go
They just won’t go
So,
I guess I’ll go to Texas
I guess I’ll go alone
I guess I’ll go to Texas at breakfast I’ll let you know
Ah hell even I didn’t know
The ghosts in the closet have started to fuss and shout
The picture in your pocket has started to peel and tear
You told me it would all work out
You said cross my heart I swear
What if I had found another way
What if I had found the guts to say
That I need you, you’re all that I know
We got lost in the snow
Lost in the snow
So,
I guess I’ll go to Texas
I guess I’ll go alone
I guess I’ll go to Texas at breakfast I’ll let you know
I guess I’ll go to Texas
I guess I’ll go alone
I guess I’ll go to Texas at breakfast I’ll let you know
Ah hell even I didn’t know
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6. |
Forever For Now
05:03
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My boxes lining all the walls
Makes me feel so small
A note you wrote was hidden in the couch
“Hey babe it’s gorgeous, make sure you get out”
Oh, do I have to go?
Oh, do I have to go?
The sky turned red when you kissed my forehead
My fingers melted down your face
And the ceilings shook, with one last look
A broken man took my place
And I said, is this forever somehow?
And you said this is forever for now
The truck was waiting, but only half full
You wrote my history, when you stayed at the door
I guess there’s nothin’, to do about it now
Turn up the radio, and drown it out
Oh, I can’t let you go
Oh, I can’t let you go
The sky is red, cause you kissed my forehead
My fingers melted down your face
The ceilings shook, with one last look
A broken man took my place
And I said, is this forever somehow?
This is forever for now
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7. |
3am
04:47
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I’m the last one up again
There’s a girl tucked in my two star bed
How could I do this again?
It’s 3am, and I’m all alone
I just wanted some attention
She said pull my hair and hold me down
You don’t need to kiss my mouth
It’s 3am, and I’m all alone
A collection of perfume
Underneath my covers
Smells like daddy issues
Or an awful lover
One after the other
Who’s using who?
I’m hooked on bad habits
Like girls who wash their Prozac down
With shots of gin in thrift store gowns and
I’m just here
If you wanna use me too
Text me picture taken for somebody else
I don’t care she looks good
Oh my god I know I shouldn’t
But it’s 3am, and I’m all alone
A collection of perfume
Underneath my covers
Smells like daddy issues
Or an empty lover
One after the other
Who’s using who?
I’m the last one up again
There’s a girl tucked in my two star bed
How could I do this again
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8. |
Alone Again
02:09
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Oh I miss your face, and I miss your hair
Oh miss the space, for your brush by the mirror
So I guess I’ll have to learn how to live,
Alone again
Alone again
You’re probably sleeping, but I’m still awake
I can’t help from keeping, that photo from winter break
So I guess I’ll have to learn how to live,
Alone again
Alone again
Alone again
Alone again
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Isak Thomas Boston, Massachusetts
Just want to share music with who ever wants to listen.
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