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Porchscreen
03:28
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At the back of the yard I wave hello
I see your smile like an ancient worm
A little guy who comes to calm me down
Talk to me like you know what I’m about
We sit on stubbled ground
And play around
Kissing the graze for the evening
Eating a peach to still linings
I take yours to try and see
You stand by and don’t ask me
Turning round’ to read the scene
I tell you it’s some old thing
While the covers strip away
Please don’t pull and tear away
Let myself say here to stay
Living with you for this day
Living for you with this day
Living with you for this day
Living for you with this day
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Wouldid
01:31
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I stand covered in water
Do you see what I see? or do you question my point
The sickness takes over and spits in your soul
It makes you cough up a lung so everything else is so vibrant
For this occasion I dabble in a hot green and spacious blue that makes me reminisce of the treeline in your backyard
Walking through the forest, the green thickening into a deep soundlessness
The only sound left to hear is the tree stomping its feet on your doorstep
Let it in to decorate your house
Let it in to make it beautiful
Let it in to show you how
Let it in to say hello for the very first time
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Window
03:51
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Coming home, walking through the door
You let me in, don’t you worry no more
You lock the door, and squeeze me so tight
You love me so, and so I might
The window she shows
The window she shows
The window she shows
The window she shows
You lead me down the darkened steps
The cold cold floor has kept me crept
The spiders silk, the lock and crest
You lock me in and let me rest
You hold my phone, while I obsess
You hone my tone, you lock my dress
You cover up my suckle nest
It’s silly now, but I digress
The widow she knows
The widow she knows
The widow she knows
The widow she knows
The cockroach croaks the wish is kept
I cock the hose and it gets wet
I saw the rose, the color steps
A poked-in nose, a butterfly’s bets
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Zelfie
01:20
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We will see the day where you open my eyes again
To see me home, but you don't know who I really I am
Don't you, don't you,
Don't you want to go outside, you want to go outside
Don't you want to go outside, don't you want to go outside
I can taste the lungs, the breath in the air
How you can tell what I ask from, you know I go
Don't you know, don't you know
Why cant I just be myself
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