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Ms. Diagnosis
02:15
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Ms. Diagnosis and her cure-all conviction, it was all or nothing when it came to her vision. Eyes fixed wide with a godly subscription to a dated parsimony. Wait at the church, "Darling, please get the car." On the same steps where you bargained with God. It was a one stop shop for a life of protection to get out of the nosebleed section.
Please, tell me that there's more. I need something better, something with more security. Please, tell me it's not too late. I need something better, something with some sense of impunity.
Rebuild, Rebuild, Relapse and Rebound.
So tell me now Apostle Apostle, where do you find your faith on this side of the brothel? Tell me now Apostle Apostle, are you under the sheets or are you under the bottle?
I feel too young for my skin and too old for my bones, I want to fly but my wings are giving out.
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Burn
01:43
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You took one look at the sunrise and said to me, "I want to be on fire."
With nicotine and affection, all your misplaced aggression manifests itself inside your lungs. Romantically, as candidly as you can, you write your own name in smoke again.
The dogs are right at your heels you can't fight them, so throw a match on the ground and just burn.
What I wanted to be was a man of conviction, a man who doesn't fear what he creates in his head. But still what scares me the most is getting too close to anyone who might think of me when I'm gone.
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Detour
02:04
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I've been counting all the highway signs from every town that we've left behind. Every mile seems to stretch forever, thank god forever is just a frame of mind.
You said, you said. You said that everything was fine.
From temperate bones to broken bottles, your fevered touch and your stain-glass eyes. Your lipstick stains on my collar, your perfume lingered and I never questioned why.
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Wishing Well
02:40
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When I was 13 I lost my faith in God, when I was 16 I found it in a 40 ounce bottle. Getting wasted at the side of a pool at a party I wasn't invited to.
Nobody taught me how to swim. I guess I'll hold my breath again.
With trembling hands I'm trying to catch my fleeting breath, with stuttered words I'm trying to make a bit of sense. So don't shut me up, don't count me out, I've got something to say. Your demons might disappear but they never go away.
Stop me if I go too fast, darling please pour me a drink. Oh god my head fucking hurts and my stomach is sick. So grind your teeth to the floor and get a taste of the soil. You're tossing coins, I'm burning bills at the old wishing well.
Nobody taught me how to swim. I guess I'll lose my faith again.
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