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Skinny Kids
03:55
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I'm the loneliest when I wake up
But I know that every fault in me is mine
And I tried my damnedest to give up
On love to keep from giving up on life
But every girl who smells of cigarettes and bats an eye
Is guaranteed a second glance from me, although I try
Yeah, I try my best not to love it
But I love it so, my god, I wanna die
Skinny Kids and Red Chinese and time can make me cry
But the future's hard to care about until it's gone and died
Well, I know my life is a shambles
But I miss you every second I'm away
If I'd kept my end of our gamble
And I'd half a heart I'd come back home to stay
But every moment lost can only mock the passing time
And selfishness is easy to regret, but hard to mind
When you love me less, I'll say I had to run away
But I'm already gone to stay
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Sloe-Eyed
03:23
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I remember, she was sloe-eyed
Born when I was almost nine
That summer, my mother, brother and I
Had a dog that died
Dandelion
I met her first when she was a waitress
At a bar beside a Church of Christ
Drinking with the preacher on the day shift
In the constellation disco lights
Remember plainly, I had all the answers
Hell, I got nothing now
But certain now that shit cannot be planned on
Cannot be winnowed out
I remember, she was sloe-eyed
Dark, and a mystery
I remember whistling when she left me
Waiting for the Robert E. Lee
I remember trading, back, that summer
A ransom for a signed Pete Rose
Me feeling the shorter end of nothing
Me bleeding when it come to blows
Some dying hound lying in some culvert
Her struggle seeping out
Some hornets' nest in some queen crape myrtle
Some swollen feet and mouth
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Spanish Revival
01:46
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Days, she would lay
Hum Molina in Spanish
Which I'd learned to play
And I, though I'd seen the rain
And knew all of her songs
Mislaid her name
And my reasons, too, I guess
Hell, they're written on some wind
And it's liable, now, to shift
Fella says, that's how it is
Well, I kept a photograph
Now, for reasons I forget
And it shows us at the last
Half of me, and she had turned to laugh
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