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Can I Borrow a Feeling?
04:40
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Catch your integrity swinging 6 feet under
Maybe you'll make a friend or two
I've got bruises on my elbows from leaning on tables
And my shadow splits in two
My good side shows the best part of me
The other side I don't really wanna talk about
Notes of a lonely young man
Well he had movement, so I took a swing
Remember when you told me it always rains here?
Well this summer's been no different
My skin and soul are drench in kerosene and acid rain
I'm just waiting for someone to spark the match
I'm a fucking wreck
My good side shows the best part of me
The other side I don't really wanna talk about
It grew on me like it grew up your spine
But you were ready and steady and I cut the line
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Spared No Expense
04:12
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I've noticed correlations between myself and others
I'm scrawling down poems about my fuck ups and sleepless nights
Or how Mark spouts the bullshit his granddad says
Like out of date gospels but I know he doesn't mean it
I'm growing up, no longer sideways
I've had enough of these pathways
The signs say I'm getting closer, but I don't feel it
I'll tell you what I feel, if you wanna catch up at your stoop
I moved to a new place in the same old city
I've noticed correlations between myself and others
I'm scrawling down poems about my fuck ups and sleepless nights
Or how Mark spouts the bullshit his granddad says
Like out of date gospels but I know he doesn't mean it
I guess it's a lack of compatibility to my surroundings and such
I gave it almost two years 'til I couldn't give a fuck about who's wrong or right
About who's wrong or right
This year I'll get my bike back and ride it
Past your place and i won't even know it
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Untitled - Instrumental
02:28
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None were recorded
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Scraped knees and sliced shins
My legs have bled for weeks and now it's autumn
The trees on London Road like crooked spines
Twist around my fingers and die
When I look back on who I was
The conversation's short and I've given in
I don't know him anymore, no
Sleepless nights and sedated days
My head was heavy but now it's raised
The leaves on Knighton Road like shed skin
Scatter round my feet and die
When I look back on who I was
The conversation's short and I've given in
I don't know him anymore, no
On the stoop of Gladstone
Looking up at Wolfram
Where the colours change
Like tides in the fall
The kitchen basement
My half cooked hopes
Try and figure out where I went wrong now
I'll give my friends my all
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What? - Instrumental
02:34
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