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Came Out Swinging
03:37
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Baby you came out swinging
Boot dagger in hand grinning
I was watching pink flamingos and remembered fun dipping
In that studio apartment we were really living
Sticking to the walls and totally tripping out
It was under that hot sun as Florida started sinking
You got pregnant said you were thinking about quitting
I pretended not to hear you and kept fucking around
I'm sorry but at the time it was so much fun
(Chorus)
Baby you came out swinging
Boot dagger in hand grinning
And I don't know if I'm lucky to have escaped with my life
As you got busy living
I snorted my way through a mirrored ceiling
And I don't know if I'm lucky to have escaped with my life
It was a big weird year we got wild and crazy
Moved for the sun and started melting baby
Found a rental quick and started getting pretty baggy
I was under the impression we may look back fondly
I knew it was fucked but we were such a party
Blacked out and messy waking in the hallway
I'm sorry but at the time it was so much fun
(chorus)
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1858
02:34
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I'd never seen any drive a beetle like you
Pushing the pedals in them military boots
Tequila and lime soaked afternoon
Flames licked our heels
The heartfelt hum of last nights drunk
A lover's stranglehold on hope we bump
The motor back fires like a shooting gun
And we're peeled
(Chorus)
We roll the world down the back of our throats
Spit the drips out the window
We don't talk about the breakfast beers
The glass valentines that are littered everywhere
Or that we can taste dilution walking sipping
Cacti wine
The miller love light that's shining through
Before the roaring 2020's flu
Zelda all I need is the whiskey and you
Dizzy but not confused
(Chorus)
Scotty, don't bother with the ending
It's not where were heading
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Hanging At The Bottom
03:38
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So chemically sentimental
A kiss in place of sucking our thumbs
As children bloomed of wild vegetation
We got good and drunk
Suspend like smoke in the sun
Recall a nature of floating
But there's so much hanging at the bottom
(chorus)
Love's transient thread
Weaves the loudness and silence
And I hum to it's meditation
Of chaos and confessions of
Fading in lust dirtied by it's dust
Let's not talk our failures
We have not forgotten them
It's not love but something like love
Huddled under covers
Eye's indebted to the sun
Dust floating in the light
There's so much hanging at the bottom
(chorus)
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Walking the neighborhoods
You and I used to go
When the parties and bars were closed
To wash down the drink with dirty coke
I knew we were getting ripped off by these guys
But sometimes love is to compromise
And I loved you those nights
(Chorus)
Gave up on cigarettes and cocaine too
Got better to people and cut down on the booze
But I can't give up on you
You're the first I think of and the last I'll run too
I can't give up on you
Sometimes I feel guilty
The world makes no sense to me
But the setting sun makes me wild and young
And electric with ease
These nights I feel wings brush together
But it's just the passing of time
Never mixed well with the angels
But you were one of my kind
(Chorus)
You were one of my kind.
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Sara
04:00
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It was a big weird year and a shitty week
Tonight I'm going to hell don't come looking for me
We slipped out of place in a violent way
Tonight I'm going to hell don't come looking for me
The hem of your snow speckled hair
Brushed my cheek
Tonight I'm going to hell don't come looking for me
Your dancing strides covered the moons lighting
Tonight I'm going to hell don't come looking for me
You pop around in your low top sneakers
Ballerina between the shuffle of tweakers
Sara won't you say my name
A bottle in I'm hungover in your cross eyed scene
Tonight I'm going through hell don't come looking for me
We fell in a place of lament and karaoke
Tonight I'm going through hell don't come looking for me
It felt like a violent summer
A hurricane away from sober
Sara won't you say my name
It was a big weird year and a shitty week
Tonight I'm going through hell come looking for me
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