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Manhattan
03:57
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Manhattan has seen me cry,
on the doorstep, on the pavement.
The angels don’t wonder why,
catch the subway, eat their dinner.
Ignorance suits me well, never knowing,
never hurting.
Your girlfriend is out of town,
bet you’d kiss her, if you were with her,
instead of me.
Apathy’s new in town,
coats the skyline and the Highline.
The rain never came down,
but the promise was strongest in the end.
I sit here and wait for you,
to even pretend that you want me,
to be here with you.
And I’d wager all of my bets,
against the gambling man, who has nothing to lose.
Lost in the city, with no where to go,
but the places you see,
heart melts and bleeds,
on the subway seats.
And I’d wager all of my bets,
against the gambling man, who has nothing to lose.
Lost in the city, with no where to go,
but the places you see,
heart melts and bleeds,
on the subway seats.
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2. |
The Pope
03:35
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Sleepless on a night,
reach for the phone,
knows she’s alone,
cause you’re just asleep,
harmlessly.
Clutch your rosary,
and also your pride,
cause the pope he’s just died,
he just left us all,
on our heads.
Your lover, he just left.
Booked the first flight,
off in the night,
kept your letters though.
If you’d like to know.
She meant to catch you, on the way.
But knew you’d convince her to stay.
At the art museum,
reach for her hand said,
“I’ve got a plan”, found the exit.
No one noticed it.
And take this road all night.
Don’t you dare you stop,
till we reach morning light and the coastline,
then we’ll run away.
After fifteen days,
she fell in love,
but he had grown tired and impatient,
too complacent.
And he mistook her in the rush.
While she fell apart at your touch.
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3. |
October
04:07
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Thank you October,
for the truth in your eyes and the beer on your clothes.
Your words I remember,
through the cracks in the road as the time starts to slow.
It’s hard to describe it,
but I’m so aware of my heart in my chest.
In all of your weakness,
the trees start to fall and I will go soon.
And when you go grey,
and I slip away,
from all of your afterthoughts.
could you see me,
a speck in the sea,
lost in your undertow.
I want you to know, I want you to know
I want you.
I want you to know, I want you to know,
I want you.
Thank you October,
for erasing my youth like a stain on the sink.
I know you’re not sober,
cause you’re warmer than usual and I feel so cold.
For I am mistaken,
to think that you’d wait for the first morning light.
And my greatest downfall,
is thinking that some of this matters at all.
And when you go grey,
and I slip away,
from all of your afterthoughts.
could you see me,
a speck in the sea,
lost in your undertow.
I want you to know, I want you to know
I want you.
I want you to know, I want you to know,
I want you.
And you,
you were made out of change.
You have been born and praised to live and die again.
but I,
have painted you in autumn gold,
and I am just way too young to know how to watch you fall away.
And when you go grey,
and I slip away,
from all of your afterthoughts.
could you see me,
a speck in the sea,
lost in your undertow.
I want you to know, I want you to know
I want you.
I want you to know, I want you to know,
I want you.
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4. |
Things You Misheard
04:09
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