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Cut And Run
03:33
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Cerulean sky screams ‘I’m Ok’, your bloody mouth sings ‘we’re gonna fight’; In my heart of hearts I know it ain't right and I never loved you anyway. I could we be born to you? You make me wanna rinse clean our DNA. I wanna break these Kearsley’s, Lynch's Irish chains. Marrow, bleach, chlorine and a pile of chipped bone, we spat into the well, ‘but you gave me a rose?’. They teach you in school that it's alright. Music, movies, TV, it's alright. In that midnight moment, in the pit of my gut I cut and run. We want your body and the infinite stars, the immortal reels and immoral scars. Milk is money in a crowded club, but instead I cut and and run. She's poison I tell ya! Poison! But you're too broken to listen to your friends. If I could take it back I would.
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Always on time, you almost broke your neck on the subway. Don't try and deny that you looked awesome in black back then. I'm laying on pavements acting like I'm 25. I'm chasing my own tail, acting like a star-struck fan. I'm telegraphing all my actions. She's a flame. You burn out quicker than I put out fires, and we’re all afraid that she's a flame. Always on time, I'm worried I'll get screamed at. Star-fuckers for life, you could be Caitlin and I'd blush. I had a dream about a perfect New Year's Eve that wasn't an anti-climax, raining confetti and white doves. Sweet and saccharine melody shine, light blooms wide in spectrum eyes. Lovers are fruit in the chill cabinet, skinned rabbits in an iron furnace. Punch in, punch out, kiss your wife's brow, pretend your life doesn't matter, but it does now.
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I've Got This
02:53
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It's not easy playing politics Rona, better the devil you know sometimes but it looks like those jerks in flat number 3 are moving away for good this time. We’ll helpful, quiet, respectful neighbours working our own history. Having the gall to be sociable, I wanna de-root my whole family tree. Erase yourself, bloody and blue, I'm falling in. Honey I swear I’ve got this all sewn up. I've got this. Throw a pity party for the girl next door and the future lives we haven't lived. No point in trying if it's not perfect. We’ll start tomorrow riding blind horses. Tessa believes that she is special, even in her November slump. Filling my life with so many hobbies, pretending it makes up for not having a son. Life is change, bodies rearrange. Seven years of dept and broken bottles litter my unpaved driveway. Blind horses in a cage, Molly caught in the rain. I sign in Kanahdar Ink a sigil sign that says we’re complete. You're crazy if you think that I can steal this stuff. We staggering drunks leer at you gorgeous swans, blind horses. Hobbling in a funeral march, oh
how they stack together! Like Tetris pieces in the dark.
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Our Lives In Cinema London, UK
London Pop-Punk/Post-Hardcore. Mostly optimistic sounding even if we don't necessarily feel that way.
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