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Last Whim
03:26
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On a last whim
There was a lasting wind I could not believe
I was only
I was only 17
And up there in the trees
Someone waved at me
And I
I was glad to be alive
One shot then its all gone
All lonely ghosts will lead you on
All lonely ghosts were born to die
All lonely ghosts will bleed you dry
All lonely ghosts will bleed you dry
But you have the most beautiful excuses
You have the most beautiful excuses
You have the most beautiful excuses
Its all right
I’m wrong till I’m all right
I will not sleep at all tonight
I’m learning to give up the fight
If I knew how would treat you right
If I knew how I’d treat you right
I have the most beautiful excuses
I have the most beautiful excuses
I have the most beautiful excuses
It’s alright
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New Reckless
03:17
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So what am I if not reckless and impatient?
So what am I if not one to lead the way?
Don't I know the difference between
what I call expectations and you call dreams?
It’s our future
It’s our future
Each time you walk out that door
I get a little bit closer to home
So what’s the point in us sitting and debating?
It’s my questions I hear you evading
Like how do you fall asleep at night?
What am I if not caring and respectful?
What am I if not a liar and a thief?
I promise to cross this desert
If you promise to survive
So hold on
Hold on
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Bottom Baby
04:09
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Oh how we role
Down to the bottom baby
Out of control
Upside the inside maybe
All the Saints and all the men
They march on in
Capture significant It’s on their lists
Of things to do
You know why I’m here
You know why I came for you
You
Are dead
To me
Now in the snow
No one is listening baby
Burn through the cold
Learn something useful maybe
You can’t escape inside
You can’t erase and hide it
You know why I’m here
You know why I came for you
You
Are dead
To me
Tangled in myth
Last sweater he ever wore
Tattered and ripped
As if he cared before
You know why I’m here
You know why I came for you
You
Are dead
To me
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Wealthy Diner
03:01
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Oh what I’d give to run from you
Oh what it is to know the truth
Wasted morns in fretless fallow youth
Retching on all fours we follow you
As if had the power
November wrecks
The the best of me
And if had the power
I’d lie alone with mostly me
King of my own geography
Listless but fine and mostly free
Lovely the way you lie with me
Just where we're supposed to be
All across the moonlit line
We would watch the wealthy dine
Upon our time
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