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State Fair
04:07
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I want to go to the state fair in the middle of nowhere.
I want to close my eyes and feel the air on top of the ferris wheel.
I want to hold your hand and get lost in the bayou, live that southern life until my last summer, talk about how young we used to be over a country boil on the table.
The roller coaster whips me back into space. My eyes are open and it's all moving at a pace I can't process. You're right next to me, but we couldn't be further.
I clasp my hands to the sky above. I don't dare tell you that I'm in...
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Mystery
03:35
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She walks with a smile, turns her head as she frowns.
I'll never know what she thinks about.
She's short and mean when she has to be, says she won't get hurt by the worthless things.
She fills the air like it's Bourbon Street,
she says it's only just a dream.
It's just like me to drown in the years
with a map to Baton Rouge.
Don't ask me why cause I can't believe it's not already obvious.
I think you know when you look at me,
I know,
this love is a mystery.
The sweetest ache of the joy you bring,
the span of time falls at my feet,
still I keep this dear to me,
this love,
this mystery.
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3. |
riotgrrl
05:44
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This riot girl is on my mind,
I'm gonna break this heart by silent violence.
We match in black, sleep in past 3.
She's Bratmobile and I'm Heavenly circa 93.
When we talk about the revolution,
I can't help but smile,
you're gonna take the world by surprise.
But when you look at me,
I'm afraid.
A mirror only goes one way.
11pm: we need a cultural approach
1am: you stop around saying "I'll die for the cause"
2am: disappear somewhere
3am: you wanna go outside and fuck up some cops
Oh riot girl, you always knew,
but you'll never know what it's like to know you.
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4. |
riotgrrl (reprise)
01:55
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5. |
All the Same
05:54
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Why do I need their touch so badly, that I'll take the chance to never feel it again?
It's all the same.
Your words are prophecy.
What you said came true.
Holding it in as best as I can,
so I don't have to hear, "what's wrong?"
Cause I'd rather not,
expose myself,
again and again
until the whole world knows
and only shrugs.
It's all the same.
If you see me,
just know
I'm the same as yesterday.
It's all the same.
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6. |
Smile
04:21
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When your friends don't call and you live alone—
now you've got nothing to do.
As that bottle calls and you sing the blues,
that's when it gets hard to
smile through the pain.
As the hours pass through the weeks and days,
you feel their eyes on you.
When you have a home, have a love to hold,
but that hollow feeling stays—
smile through the pain.
When you do your best as the world burns,
but you can't find the strength to follow through.
Those memories fade,
those friends have forgotten you.
You know what to do.
Smile through the pain
as those tears fall down.
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7. |
Blue Hour // Pretend
06:04
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I heard the lighthouse blow across the shore,
we're all passed out on the floor.
You sat awake to watch TV.
That blue hour felt the same as all the times I laid awake
soaking in the feeling of being held by your grace.
There's no easy way to say, you're the muse I chose to crave.
Like blue hour in that living room,
the colors spawned from solitude.
When I kissed you on the cheek,
the sun began to rise,
and when the credits rolled the world began
to turn
again
and again.
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Smile at me and pretend I'm not in love with you.
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Ford Escape
06:12
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I melt in your hands, but you wouldn't know.
The pain has become unbearable.
I wish I could tell you as we're speeding down
the 405 with the windows down,
100 miles an hour in your Ford Escape.
The flicking neon lights spell out this hearts desire, but you don't notice cause you're five shots in.
Is your head spinning fast on this vodka spree?
I try and mouth the words to you secretly.
Can you read my lips behind this cigarette?
I repeat in the moments when you blink your eyes.
I know who I am, when you hold my hand running down Manhattan Beach Boulevard singing Lizzy Grant.
I melt in your hands, but you'll never know.
My head is spinning to fast to control.
I wish I could tell you, but we're locked inside.
The television said it'll take awhile.
Another shot to take, count the days until...
Another shot to take.
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