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Swing Away
01:20
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I am a dead tree.
There's no other way to describe me.
I am a withering plant. Everything you can do? I can't.
And I wonder why the receptionist has a ponytail
When he's balding at the top?
And I wonder who gets to decide when all of this shit stops.
As I plant roots at the highest point
and I talk myself down til I'm out of joint
and where do I go when I get down?
I'll probably stay in bed, if you're going to town.
If I'm a dead tree.
Can you tell me what the fuck did I used to be?
Cause I'm pretty sure that this form is an improvement on the last
and I'm pretty sure, I could go back to fucking up pretty fast
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In the bathtub my body gets warmer
My problems get smaller
I remember what she used to call me
and what I used to call her
I keep thinking about dying with a hangover
I keep thinking about the angel in my bedroom
With my head spinning round and round
and I'm praying I don't fall asleep and drown
I'm praying to anyone who will listen
As the girl in the squid and the whale recommends tonic water
I listen to my mum and my love talk of the ring that I bought her
I keep thinking about dying with a hangover
I keep thinking about the angel in my bedroom
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Experiment 626
03:13
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I'd rather be in bed with Freddie, Ralph and Lou
Than be stuck in here, doing whatever it is I'm supposed to fucking do.
Can hardly count to two without missing you
We try our best to blend in but it never works
You just laugh cause I opt for a wig and a woman's shirt
My brain it is broken.
But it's still good.
I'd do anything for you, and I know you would to.
Now I'm back in bed- just me and Ralph- no Lou
So I move around the furniture there's nothing else to do
So I drive to work with Loudon
Singing "Missing you"
We try our best to blend in but it never works
My heart it bleeds profusely under ironed shirts
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You don't believe in fate, don't believe in magic
But still you buy me magic gloves
I don't believe in hell, don't believe in heaven
But still I promise endless love
and as the winter creeps upon us we ask If we'll ever feel rested
As I sip another whiskey I ask if I'll ever not feel detested
As I sharpie up my work so I don't need to buy new ones
and I sleep in my favourite sweater for four days
cause it makes me feel safe.
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Dean Martin
03:01
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As Dracula bums a smoke at the arcade
Christmas scenes already set, plans already made
My therapist and me concluded I can't speak
but I can feel, and I feel great....
sometimes.
It's alright if you're running late I'll watch TV
Two lovers reunited, realigned
and my Therapist asks me if I can sleep
Whats my deal. I don't know.
But I feel great....
Sometimes.
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It's not my place to say, but I'm pretty sure I'm happy today
I it Jacqueline or fluoxetine- who cares I got out of bed
I want to get better, not for your sake but mine
You said I should write down all my problems, put them all in a list
Jane says that never works but dude you've got to persist
I've got to, or I'm not gonna make it through
Throw yourself out the window, can't be too far to the ground
Do you think you'll ever write another song without mentioning
suicide, Louise or the hound?
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Lttm Gets Old.
03:33
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Spitting up battery acid, cause I can't eat when I feel like this
Last night all the love came in masses
I never want to sleep when I feel like this
I pray to my white porcelain answer
It's never saved me, not once
So I weep by my bright shining anchor
I count down the months
Thank you to the people who need me
I can stop when I want to
I can just drink some more til then
I know we're getting old, but it don't make sense to stop when they til you need to
Just hoover! But it's way past ten!?
Now I'm cleaning up food in the kitchen.
Had a shit day at work today.
My head it just aches from the bitching
But at least I get paid.
Go home and cradle my hot water bottle
and we wait for you to come home
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I swear to god I've been dreaming all this stupid trivial bullshit
Like hanging posters up at work whilst I'm freezing half to death
with too much Bru, my stomachs churning
Too much sadness, blue eyes burning
Oh I wonder If I'll make it through today. Who's to say.
I slept in that brand new jumper your mum got me for Christmas
and walked to work in a jacket I stole from my friend when I was 14
It's anyone's guess, who's coming to dinner
But I won't share my paint thinner
I'm saving it all for the new year
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Lovers Turn to Monsters Glasgow, UK
Lovers Turn to Monsters is a long pale man, slowly falling into middle age.
He wishes he
could be one of those guys who tours all the time, but he likes baths far too much. So instead he stays in his room and makes lengthy albums of emotive lo-fi nonsense.
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