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Twin Histories
02:33
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Fifteen miles for a drink of water on the highway
Cause you were saving your warm coke
Savoring those overpass moments
As the rain beat down on the hood of the car
You wondered if someone had saved her
From that town she was living in
Cause fifteen miles out of two hundred
Ain't that bad for saving her ass
I don't need you, cause the smoke here circles me
And I feel warmer than I did when you loved me
College town, big city, damsel you distressed
A few blocks for a cup of tea in the highlands
Trying hard not to notice his cold hands
Cigarette, ripe for a kiss but he's nervous
So he pulls her into the nearest record store
You wondered if she cared you were smoking
All those times last year you picked her up
Cause a few blocks in the middle of winter
Ain't that bad when you're sober next to her
I don't need you, cause the smoke here circles me
And I feel warmer than I did when you loved me
College town, big city, damsel you distressed
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More Papers
02:58
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Butter knife, cool in my hands
Cut me out, cut my words out
Animal to animal
I feel this too, I hate this too
Ground me with soil, pull me out by my roots
When spring has sprung it's green glass shoots
Cut me out, cut my words out
And I am trying to forget
All the letters and the driveways
And the Saturdays and the get betters
All the nosebleeds and the wide eyes
And the nice guys and the good deeds
Take the butter knife, take it to the backyard
Dig up all the green and the leaves and the shards
Of green glass shoot, and torn girl roots, and bits of paper
And we will talk about this later
Yes we will talk about this later
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Oh Hi I Don't Know
02:46
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The tree I climbed when I was five
Is planted right beside the drive
And I consider it a friend
Cause we've been through it
Mom has packed inside the car
The shit I drew when I loved art
I stood there speechless in the road
Just going nowhere
If Ohio is just a place, the one I love just a face
Then I don't wanna be living someplace like that
The hazy streets, the rusty brick
My stomach heart was growing thick
I moved from picture frame to frame
With nothing valid
I'd tasted life, I'd had my fill
I'd seen the bands, I'd killed the kill
But I was nowhere near my fate
And running faster
If home is just another place that sets you up to fall from grace
Then I don't wanna be moving someplace like that
You can't have street signs for keep sakes
But you can keep them in your wake
By loving every breath you take
In every city
If this is just another state I told myself that I would hate
Then I don't wanna be running my mouth like that
No I don't wanna be living my life like that
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Antique T.V. Louisville, Kentucky
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