1. |
Love What You Made
03:14
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I'm not a killer
I'm not a sinner
I'm just the one you made
don't look at me now
don't look at me now
just love me before I fade
see what I did?
see what I did?
I can't control myself
see what I hid?
it's under the lid
it's under the broken shelf
see what I did?
I did!
sorry to Hawkeye
sorry to Dad
sorry to everyone mad
fistful of fur
fistful of shirt
fistful of something hurt
fistful of sorry
sorry!
you made me
but you don't own me
I'm free
everyone runs
everyone hides
everything breaks when I touch it
the first thing I learned
the one word I heard was no
love what you made
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2. |
Peanut Butter Hike
03:36
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hut, hut, baby
peanut butter . . . hike!
sassafras, honey
dancing turnpike
I see you
take me out wide
take me twice as long
Lower Nine basement
centimeter keeper
Internets on Sundays
bacon baby beater
I see you
take your time going
hurry on back
blame it on the war
blame it on the poor
blame it on the whore
blame it all the more
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so this is your life
you make the soundtrack
your life is like a movie
you can take any role
so get on with it
just get on with it
so this is what you get
you didn’t ask for it
your life is like a lottery
you can win but only if you play
so get on with it
just get on with it
so get on with it
just get on with it
every day is a turning point
every loss starts something new
every love can last forever
but only if . . . it changes you
so this is your love—don’t worry
your heart’s big enough
your love is like the open road
you can drive anywhere
so get on with it
just get on with it
so get on with it
just get on with it
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4. |
Five O'Clock Charlie
04:19
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there is no freedom
there is no forgiving sun
there is no freefall for me
we were your family
we were your flesh and your blood
you were the flower's fury
what do you want now?
what do you want me to say?
what should I feel now for you . . . for me
how should the world look?
how should I look at the world?
how should I let you through?
I put my pen down
undo every word I could write
I put my head down for you . . . for me
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5. |
The Trick
03:27
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the trick
the sun’s glare
the girl
she’s left bare
run red
the river
the man
he’s seen her
one blind
one way out
one wish
one last doubt
goose flesh
fallen star
it holds
then breaks hard
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Matt Kite, guitar
Gibson Kite, drums
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