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Candy Heart
02:18
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Candy heart and rainy lips
Jelly eyes and a hollow wrist
I miss your breathing and I miss your kiss
I want you more than I can say with this
The world is turning and it flies away
I had you near me for a single day
I miss you more than I can really say
Since you’ve gone I haven’t felt ok
I don’t know why the stars are up there
It’s a big big world
I don’t mind that the earth is turning
It’s a simple fact
All around and back again
You’d lose your temper and I’d lose a friend
I thought everything might be alright
I had you near me for a single night
I don’t know why the stars are up there
It’s a big big world
I don’t mind that the earth is turning
It’s a simple fact
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It's hard to separate
third from fourth from second place
hollow ghosts in empty space
On a foggy day last year
all the lights had blown away
chalk is cheap and doesn't stay
It washes away, away
Any stormy day, any day
It washes away
What's it like to vacillate
from over every interstate
to outside every garden state?
Miss Universe goes around
looking for the pageant crown
that fell off of her head
It fell off her head, off her head
It's not anywhere, not anywhere at all
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Two Suns
03:48
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Two thousand miles away
the air is cold and the sky is grey
Two suns on winter day
the light you see and the words you say
I wouldn't have it any other way
I wouldn't have it any other way
I couldn't make it any other way
I could leave and you could stay
it's not about the games we play
Two thousand miles away
the air is bright and the days are warm
the world is light and the nights are cold
The world is light and the nights are cold
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Fortification Patterns
03:25
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The ceiling's crumbled and it takes your head
go inside, take your meds, again
Lights of razor wire, crowns of spears
like before, scraping gears
It's never enough, never's never enough
It doesn't matter how you feel, just that you feel too much
Fortification patterns on a screen
red and green
I've seen your walls and I've seen your height
I've felt your might, all the night, fight after fight
Crooked crenellations, twisting spire
open up, fall away
It's never enough, never's never enough
It doesn't matter how you feel, just that you feel too much
Fortification patterns on a screen
red and green
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No Rain
04:17
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Sixteen cobwebs and a broken bed
couldn't bring you back again
The fields catch you like a blackbird
I'm a ghost and you're a word
In Ohio there's no rain
In the towns or in the plains
In the woods I see you dancing
In late December
close the door
Sixteen pictures on a shelf
couldn't make you there at all
Listening between the walls
through the pines and unlit halls
In Ohio there's no rain
In the towns or in the plains
In the woods I see you dancing
In late December
close the door
Eyes and lilies and a honey bear
come to meet you when you're not there
Circling beneath the sun
I'm a ghost, I'm anyone
In Ohio there's no rain
In the towns or in the plains
In the woods I see you dancing
In late December
close the door
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They held hands and felt the sunlight
on a summer day in 1969
When they died the war was over
Free from it, buried side by side
It doesn't matter what they say
there's a man on the moon today
They moved West into the city
on a rainy day in 1972
All their lives the world had chased them
home at last, safe, their love grew
It doesn't matter what they say
there's a man on the moon today
He got sick and he got worried
the walls fell down and everyone they knew,
They held hands and felt the sunlight
on a summer day in 1982
It doesn't matter what they say
there's a man on the moon today
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