1. |
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No one left to take care of
There’s nothing wrong
Another night in this apartment
There’s nothing wrong
And the tv’s always on
Nothing wrong
And the tv’s always on
Nothing wrong
An empty chair
Charred matches
I’ve never had
More chances
Zero falls zero tumbles
There’s nothing wrong
No more crushing appointments
There’s nothing wrong
And the tv is always on
Nothing wrong
And the tv is always on
Nothing wrong
Nothing wrong
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2. |
No Repair
02:46
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We pass the time
Try to deny
This ship isn’t sinking
This time
Another year in this hole
Takes its toll
Takes its toll
Before the black smoke
Took us in
I overheard
Can you swim?
No more fight
No more fears
No more months
No more years
No repair
Fade these tattoos
because they say
More about you
And less about me
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3. |
NON-WESTERN FANTASTICAL
02:03
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Beverly and Elliot
02:46
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Elliot you sleep all day
A dead ringer for the best
Not conjoined but apart
But we still share a heart
Why can’t you see
That you’re the best part of me?
Hang up the phone and sleep with me
Hey I like you’re tools
I don’t care what you’ve done to them
Elliot you’re blood tint gown
I will never talk you down
Why can’t you see?
Elliott and Beverly
In a jam, just do me.
Which one are you today?
I can’t tell
It’s not the tools it’s the body
Can’t you see?
Why can’t you see?
If we separate these awful twins
It’s just Parasitic emerging
A baby brother
A little twin
Elliott and Beverly
Cut you open let me in
Beverly and Elliot
I could never crack that grin
Beverly and Elliot
Hang up the phone and come to sleep
Elliot and Beverly
In a jam just do me
Hang up the phone and come to sleep
Hang up the phone and come to sleep
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5. |
Hold Me Down
03:03
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Not a bad plot
Not even far from where I dropped
Days slip away
I just can’t
hold on to
Hard to wake up
Graveyard hours got me chuffed
I wanted you to
Tell me how
To sleep so sound
I wanted you
I wanted all the things that you do
I wanted you
To hold me down
The weight of the axe
Has got me down
But the static in the attic
Helps me know I'm around
You're just a bookmark now
One I can't put it down
It makes me feel better
To know you're around
I wanted you
I wanted all the things that you do
I wanted you
To hold me down
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6. |
Light Sleeper
04:23
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I sleep light in the day
I rewind to hear his name
She sank like a rock from the sky
I still rewind to hear the blame
All goddamn day
I don’t feel right when you call my name
I don’t feel right when you call my name
Draw the curtains
Kill the bird hymns
Let the dark in
Let the dark in
Cuz I sleep light in the day
That’s how it’ll be
It turns out nothing turned out right
We sailed our shitty ship into the shitty night
Over cliche waves of empty hope
The sea Played hard on our shitty boat
The SS I don’t think so, nope.
But of course I haven’t slept enough
And i can’t trust what i say tonight
I can’t keep the thoughts straight
I shake my head, I shake them away
I sleep light in the day. I sleep light in the day,
I don’t feel right when you call my name
I don’t feel right when you call my name
Draw the curtains
Kill the bird hymns
Let the dark in
Let the dark in
Cuz I sleep light in the day
That’s how it’ll be
I fell out
The up and down
Aftermath
Of afterlife
Just
Just drive
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