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Lottery
03:29
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If you could hear the thoughts through this hole in my chest, then maybe you could see that we hardly stand a chance. I'm just too fucked up to see the silver lining in cobwebs. I've been preoccupied by the empty space growing in my bed.
And she said,
"Maybe we could win the lottery" I'm not angry, there is just no possibility we could win.
Well maybe we could find comfort in the darkest hours, if only,
We held on tightly to the little light we felt in the morning.
I drove us all cross Denver, just to find a brand new home;
But if only fear brought us together, then where the hell do we go from here?
Maybe we could win the lottery, I'm not angry there is just not possibility that we could win anything we didn't deserve.
We didn't deserve it, not at all
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It's not love
03:23
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Last winter I told you that I'd come back for you and your smile somehow came through the telephone. It's not love yet it sure as hell felt like it.
This summer comes through like a storm exhaled from your lungs. How could you become so vacant, how do you sleep at night? It's not love yet it sure as hell felt like it. I could sing every single love song, it won't change a thing. I could scream at the top of my lungs it won't change a thing.
It's not love yet it sure as hell felt like it.
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Beneath the steps
03:51
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I can see through your skin
The troubles not outside
Its deep within
Where does the darkness go
When the sun comes
Maybe it's foolish
To think it stays inside
I wanna run away from the sunrise
so that it always stays midnight
It's a long road home but at least the moon
is on my side.
It's a long road home but at least we'll be were we started.
Hey, Mr. Reaper. Where have you been?
On my left side, and then on my right?
Am I ready, that's just silly
Am I ready, I feel so shaky
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Tiger Lily
03:46
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The note you left is hanging in my closet. The note you sent is riding with me on my dashboard. The piece you kept to yourself all of the time, well, I can understand that; because what are we really getting from sharing everything? Like how you used to admire my stretchmarks, then you said, you'd fall asleep while making constellations out of my freckles. I wonder how this woman could love me. I am led into a time machine so that we could have a new beginning. I wonder whether you were the tiger or the lily.
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Builder
04:02
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Bryan Ralph Grand Haven, Michigan
dreamy songs inspired by introspective tendencies.
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