1. |
Angel(evil)
02:12
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Angel of my Nicotine sunburns
Fill me with the holy spirit and sing
I don't belong here
you were my best friend
Angel of my credit card swipes
lets go buy shiny diamonds at night
let me spoil every last bit of you
I don't belong here
i think I love you so
Angel of broken things and plans gone wrong
Take me under your wings tonight lets roll
rob a store or two if I get shot I'll be with you
one day soon
I will see you again
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2. |
Chinese Afternoon
01:55
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Been a few days since I combed my hair
Am i the only one that thinks about what it's like to die
on a Tuesday night
i think I realized that I was in Love with you
outside of a shell gas station
Right now you're in London
and I'm back at home in my room waiting patiently
come home please I'm losing it
You make me feel like Chinese food on Sunday afternoon
after band practice
my stupid neighbors tried to shut us down cause we play so loud
but we did not stop no we wouldn't stop for them
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3. |
Getting Paid
01:54
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going to college an hour away
taking the pills the doctor prescribed
looking at old pictures
when we used to stay up late at night
I really don't know what I'm trying to say
I guess that I love you
please don't go away
cause everything feels meaningful
when it's 3AM and your alone at night (what)
So don't be afraid
the only demon in your bedroom is your own pride
so look yourself in the eyes and realize
your mom walks in tomorrow morning
and finds all the empty beer cans
you and your stupid friends hid
in the hamper
in the hamper
tomorrow morning I wake up and I feel great
waking up is so easy when you are getting paid
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4. |
Mess
01:58
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Walk past the kids
out celebrating
their parents mistakes
outside the local liquor shop
with dirty hands and stolen cigarette smokes
play guitar
work real hard at it
show the world
the mess inside of your head
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5. |
Night time
01:46
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feeling cool
in that denim jacket
that dad bought in Wisconsin
friends steal drags from the dirty cigarettes
left in the pockets
always feels loved
doesn't like to touch much
never tried pot
she isn't opposed too
contemplating life all day
she feels better at night
scary movies with her friends
sitting alone crying at dinner time
wondering if there's a God
and feeling kind of woozy from the meds all at the same time
her friends are the fingers
that cling tightly around her neck
she wakes up to the people crying
she doesn't know them
Deep breath
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6. |
Watermelon
02:33
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lose cell phone coverage
eat watermelon
you are not loved
you are not loved
I could park my car
into your withered heart
you tell your mother
that you lover her
but you don't love her
or your sister
you feel at home when
spiders fill your throat
you don't love it
but it loves you
heroin daydreams
in the backseat
of your blank mind
where the monsters hide
you don't love it
but its there for you
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how did I get here Atlanta, Georgia
Guitarist and vocalist in the band Clavicle. Music written and recorded in bedrooms
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