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Baby
03:10
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Oh leave it up to me
I'll pour the water if you bring the tree
Nothing looks that real to me
I only see in two or three colors
What's it like to breathe in?
Find a friend and gather within
I'm a wolf in a city of women
You only know the light is on
Will you plant that sycamore, baby?
I'll watch it grow from the second floor
I haven't left my house lately
And you don't come around here no more
And all those lovers in their velvet gowns
I want to take that trip uptown
Will you tell them to let me out
When you see the light is on?
I found a horse hair in my food
And there's a raccoon in my room
There are blue jays all in bloom
All along the cement floor
baby, they say I've gone insane
So could you take me in the pouring rain?
You don't know me, but you know my name
Will you say it 'til the light is gone?
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No witnesses
04:38
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You said that one day I would catch a break
And said it was like the flu
You said one day that I would celebrate
The day I fell in love with you
So I told you that, you should grieve the night
And mourn the stars above
And those who hate Los Angeles
Have never been in love
No day, no time
No witnesses, no crime
So I'll leave the matches in our hotel room
I hope to burn the sight of you
And as the sun sets over Hollywood
I have nothing else to do
So I wrote down a list of all the things
We've never spoken of
And I wrote "Man, I hate Los Angeles"
And I've never been in love
No day, no time
No witnesses, no crime
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Teach me
04:15
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Teach me how to love you like I wrote
And say it like I mean it when I don't
Teach me how to hold you in my arms
Without squeezing too tight and causing harm
an I'll learn not to look at you with scorn
If you promise to never have me mourn
By all means give me lessons in my ways
But damn it don't expect me to change
Mold me to the man that I should be
But don't consider that man to be free
and How am I expected to behave?
When I'm alone with myself everyday
And I'll never love
You enough
My love
And I'll never hold
You close
Enough
Teach me how to love you like I wrote
And say it like I mean it when I don't
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4. |
Old lovers
05:08
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It wasn't very long for us
When you're young it isn't hard to trust
I told her I was seventeen
She says that's how she still remembers me
I haven't many words to say
I thought about you every day
And she seems disappointed
When I say that I'm not happy yet
And I ask her if she liked the show
She says i should be on the radio
And only works a few blocks down the street
She leaves her coat on but she takes a seat
was it really that worth writing dear?
They say your music is over now
And did you love me like the way you wrote?
Well I'm afraid so, I'm afraid so
She tells me she is happy now
She really loves him and they have a house
I say I'm glad for her and should have known
I have one now too but I live alone
"Is it really you behind that fear?"
I say I think so and we count the years
We tell stories and we kinda of laugh
And then she jokes she wants my autograph
is it really how you sing it, dear?
Oh I remember worse than blood and tears
And did you love me like the way you wrote?
Well I'm afraid so, I'm afraid so
She smiles and says she has to go
I'm left in silence all alone
'Til they come and say I've gotta leave
They say there's people that I have to meet
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Epilogue
06:12
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Here's to me
I'm on the egde of my seat
Bound to fall
But I'm hoping you fall into me
Here's to us
Here's to the ties that i've cut
Along the way
Here's to the eyes that I've shut
Here's to my soul
Here's to the weight of my gold
Here's to the words that I've sold
Here's to the cold deep in my bones
Here's to my door
Here's to records that no one would pay for
Songs that I've wrote and got laid for
Here's to the floor
Here's to the floor
Here's to my rent
Here's to the money I've spent on
Trying to do what I'm bent on
Trying to breath
Trying to breath
Trying to breath
Trying to breath
Trying to breath
Trying to breath
Trying to breath
Trying to breath
Trying to breath
Trying to breath
Trying to breath
Trying to breath
Trying to breath
Trying to breath
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poetry for punks Los Angeles, California
hi i'm josh and i hope you enjoy the songs I've put up much love
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