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Poison
03:39
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Falling through your fingers, sweeping the little splinters sliding from your eyes.
Read me through your body, can’t you see that I that I see right through your disguise?
Treat me like a shadow, gone in the darkest hours, there to steal my light.
Choose to let you be ‘cause fake and shiny teeth just shows you’re empty.
(Refrain) I’m done counting all your lies, I’m not gonna take your side, ‘til the poison runs dry.
Dressing up in sheepskin, hide the wolf that’s within, welcoming your prey.
The lies that you lend are how you make friends, don’t give away your life.
Being loyal is a tattoo, lying’s not the new truth, say it wasn’t said.
Wish that I was like you so I could count them too, I figured it out.
(Refrain)
I’m done counting all your lies, I see through your disguise, and the poison runs dry.
(Refrain)
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Sidewalk Chalk
04:48
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Freckled skin and your face, the chalk was all washed away.
Our names on the driveway are all just yesterday.
Sleeping out under trees, our bodies cooled by the breeze.
And in this moment, there’s nobody except for you and me.
(Refrain) Oh, you were the one that I loved.
Freckled skin and your face, the chalk was all washed away.
Our names on the driveway are all just yesterday.
(Refrain)
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Lampposts
02:18
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Flashback to our last summer, flashback to when I used to care.
Hanging around together, enjoying the pristine air.
I know you remember this.
Lying underneath a tree, then and there, you and me.
The future walks by and we need a place to hide, oh my.
‘Cause I can’t see us living that kind of life.
Flashback to Halloween night. I tell you this isn’t fair.
I’ve tried to forget the taste of your lips and the smell of your hair.
I haven’t loved one since then, oh well, what do you care?
Have you cared at all?
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Misery
02:30
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Silent eyes can’t tell what you’re thinking, craving to know every depth you are.
I wanna swim in uncharted waters, find treasure beneath the scars.
(Refrain) I’ll pull you out of this miserable misery,
Light from a crack strikes blinded beyond repair.
Pale and silent, hiding in this tomb,
Straight out of me and straight to you.
Quiet eyes lead to isolation, counting numbers ‘til the end.
Wanting to take you from your padded cell, bend the force that holds these bars
(Refrain)
Pale and Silent you’re digging your own tomb, straight out of me never to you.
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