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Honey
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Every lover you turn your back on
Turns up new In someone else's arms
I don't wanna see Who I am in you now
Memories like long forgotten clothes
Turn up on strange and instantly you know
The distance between the lost, & the let go
What we are now and how we see
When what you have is not what you need
Honey-
Friday night trying to swap dreams
Conversations with Pokie machines
You see yourself in the surface Of everything
Some beekeeper with a hot-shot idea
Fed his bees on cut price candy canes
Coloured all the honey in this state red
It all still stings with the taste of you
My 3am, fuck, what-am-I-doing-with-my-life thought
What we are now and how we see
When what you have is not what you need
Honey-
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Smoke Signals
04:01
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Your talking mouth
breathes cigarettes
Through your teeth
white flags and smoke signals
Pocket of change
A lose bone that moves
namelesly through blood
(You’re my) my mirror, my wound
I know, your car turned twice
everyone see it differently, differently now
The world keeps turning
safe place to fall
Hugging your shadows
up on the wall
Mouth full of yellow
you sing along
Hoping your last
resort is warm
Chromatic give
hearts broken bloom
colours every frame you see through
Shoplifting charge
it’s not that hard
to disappear
hot goods turn godless
And I know, your car turned twice
everyone see it differently, differently now
The world keeps turning
safe place to fall
Hugging your shadows
up on the wall
Mouth full of yellow
you sing along
Hoping your last
resort is warm
Know that I love you
don’t be so cold
The marching band
came out in gold
You know the tune
Can’t hear the song
Memory short
forgettin’ long
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Different Cities
03:59
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Somewhere to Disappear
03:54
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Self Talk
03:58
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Got dragged through two parties
Couldn’t find a sucker I could kiss
Friends won’t share When I’m like this
The house I grew up in, lost the illegal build
Your heart still sends pain from where wings were
World is full of edges
think I’m coming down
World is full of edges lost and found
In the night, you drive
Taking in, it all
When you talk to her
Lonely hearts, will call
The TVs broke
Men waiting for their looks to come on
At court at the shot-end of the bar
I’ll be ok
A world that breaks can be saved
Just petals from blown roses
World is full of edges
think I’m coming down
World is full of edges lost and found
In the night, we drive
Taking in, it all
When I move to you
Lonely hearts, Self talk
Love, I have tried to tell you
Look under sky not into it
Larry Walters reached that high
Felled stars on his way back
Now you’ve lost it all
There's just self talk
When all you want it love --
And they’re sending prayers by email
This week’s consolation prize
Coming down, violence of vectors
Dull car wash party balloons
We all want photos as heroes
Sometimes we’re the steak knives
Worn mixtapes of all your failures
Play out in your head all night
City inside wont forgive you
Nothing that you say seems right
They are sending prayers by email
This week’s consolation prize
When all you want is love.
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8. |
Tourists
03:20
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9. |
Biscuits
02:48
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10. |
Blue Light Disco
04:25
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11. |
Opening Hours
03:26
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