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you smell just like orange blossoms blooming in the spring
sweet and tangy just like a tangerine
you kiss me soft like rays of the sun
you make my brain feel soft and fuzzy like a peach
rosy like the color of your cheeks
when you drink a bit to much
oh you know how it goes
i can't sleep when my head's full
early in the morning everything is blue
i stayed up all night thinkin' of you
then i fell asleep at noon
writing letters that'll never be viewed
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Bedbugs
02:18
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I tread upon padded ground
crunch leaves beneath my feet
there's bugs in your mattress
they're hungry and it's you they wanna eat
sitting upright tall and still
i can hear a crow cackle loud and shrill
nothing like that to make you feel alone
sunlight makes patches on the ground
trees falling bare all around
move to now cities and new towns
find a new place to put your roots down
sitting upright tall and still
i can hear a crow cackle loud and shrill
nothing like that to make you feel alone
some days you wanna walk real far
but there's a swamp in my backyard
i'll make a fortress out of palm fronds
no one will notice that i'm gone
i put some seeds inside my lungs
take a deep breath and wait for sun
i bury that which i don't need
i burned the mattress and the sheets
sitting upright tall and still
i can hear a crow cackle loud and shrill
nothing like that to make you feel alone
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Bow & Arrow
03:40
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so you be the lock and i'll be the key
we will only work in eachother's company
so it seems
you be a ship and i'll be the sea
i'll hold you closely
and in my arms you may sleep
time made me wise but it broke my bones
you learn so much when you're on your own
you hold the arrow i'll hold the bow
if i step back will you let go
you be a flower and i'll be the bee
when i can no longer find you
there will be no more sweet honey
time made me wise but it broke my bones
you learn so much when you're on your own
you hold the arrow i'll hold the bow
if i step back will you let go
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Out of Touch
02:28
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I wasn't born to lose myself, cry, bend, and break
to raise my voice, lower my eyes, stand still, stare, swear and shake
i can see antlers hanging on by the window side
i think that i'd like to try them on for size
i'm falling freely falling fearfully falling swiftly falling deeply out of sync
with the person that i always thought that i'd grow up to be
i'm falling freely falling fearfully falling swiftly falling deeply out of touch
with the person i've become and some days it's just too much
i wasn't born to hesitate my way out of situations
my thoughts are stars, i find it hard to find connections in the form on constellations
there's comfort to be found in days that i spend all alone
the darkness that i found is something that i must learn to own
i'm falling freely falling fearfully falling swiftly falling deeply out of sync
with the person that i always thought that i'd grow up to be
i'm falling freely falling fearfully falling swiftly falling deeply out of touch
with the person i've become and some days it's just too much
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Cherry Blossoms
03:01
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i am the fawn in the yard from the morning i first left
it was still dark out, cold enough to see your breath
and in retrospect, i find i have no regrets
i have grown up and out, i love, but i'm still the same
but now i'm honest with myself and i acknowledge all my pain
as i've said once before; "I go everywhere I go just to play"
i am a reassuring wind, a strong strong gust of air
to cool your face, close your eyes and dishevel your hair
i hope to be the reason for which you look up to the sky and stare
but i want you to know there's no answer to be found up there
i count the cherry blossoms falling from the trees
but nothing that i could dream of could ever distract me
from the truth: i think i am in love with you
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Julie
02:30
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