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Written Words
01:15
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Written words and poetry
Seem oh so un unique to me
You deserve much more than wasted ink
Like maybe a diamond or I could rent out a roller rink
And all my fancy notes and minor chords
Don't pack the punch for which they're for
I'll need some strings, a gospel choir, and probably horns
A full force symphony because I love you more
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Cannon Ball
01:08
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I could call
And we could talk
Or I could run to where your
But knowing me I'd have to walk
And I could drive
Straight through night
Break the gas pedal stomping
To that one song about blue eyes
I'd cut right threw wind
just like a cannon ball
Burning rubber
Blowing stop lights
Just thinking about it all
Speeding by on I 65
Going half a million miles an hour
Because you're mine
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Clouds of Smoke
00:47
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I burn my tongue
Every time, I dare speak your name
And I cough up clouds of smoke,
Now that my heart's in flames
Weak-kneed and feet dragging
Walking is not the same
What's left of me is all for you
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Firecracker
00:54
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Broke down and humbled
My heart was a firecracker yet to be lit.
You were something different
flicking matches at the spaces between my rib cages
Now I know the choir
I know the panic I know the pain.
You set me on fire you set me in motion
Everything has truly changes
I really love you
I really love just the sound of your name
I'm not me without you
I'm not me the second you go away
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5. |
Dumb Stupid Love Songs
01:51
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Dumb stupid love songs
Get caught in my throat
Every time I sing just four notes
My mind it wanders
To a heliotrope
kinda spectrum
Of different colored flowers
Losing seconds, minutes and, countless hours
To you
Dumb stupid love songs
Spill outta my head
And I wish your were in this bed
My heart gets blinded
By the things that you said
And then just recycles the best moments again
Losing, thinking, sleeping, and dreaming,
To you
And I'm happy to do so
And I'm happy to do so
You can have every single brain cell (left)
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Since October
01:18
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From now on, since October
I am fully yours to keep
Through the restless nights of slumber
And days wasted in a sleep
I'd kill before I left you
And I'd die for one good dream
I'd drink the blood of Jesus
Sell my soul to hear to think
Tempered thoughts
Boiled softly when you speak
Do you mean those lovely words?
Should they really be for me?
So I'll sing in until my voice goes
Yeah I'll bang on these broken keys
I'll let my fingers fall off
And ignore my rotting teeth
I'll do anything for you darling
Cause you have truly gone through hell for me
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7. |
More Than This Pt. 2
01:00
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