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I will not put your image on a temple
Or make it grace the inside of a dome
But I have carved out a sculpture in you
It sort of looks like home
I've made drapery out of sheets from my bed
And we can ignore
The pounding in my head
There is movement in sculpture
And my love
I intend to move with you
Lying on my back for hours isn't hard
As long as I'm seeing you
And adding color is not a problem
Seeing your skin turn pink red and blue
You are my masterpiece
And the only thing I want to see
God, I fucking hate painting
But god, I love you
God, I love you
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We only speak of it behind iron curtains
And whisper of it, in dark halls
How when I saw you
I fell for you, like the Berlin Wall
(I fell for you, like the Berlin Wall x2)
The fair weather's gone
We'll freeze when winter comes
But we were more than comrades
When all is said and done
Now let's slash and burn it
When they come looking
All the mem'ries that hurt us
Never to be found
Cut them down
Light them up
Just the ashes
Of our love
Slash and burn
Slash and burn
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The Architect
01:57
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Built a home for us to live
Out of cardboard, and bottles of gin
Pretty weak foundations
But it's got a good location
Location, location
Built a place for us to sing
A cathedral where our voices ring
Vaulted ceilings, crystal floors
But I forgot to build a door
Don't leave, don't leave, don't leave
My hands are tired
I've been building for so long
It's time to retire
Let the buildings dissolve,
Dissolve
The cardboard will break down
And the rain, will take the gin to drown
Our cathedral has gone silent
Broken by the weather's violence
All gone, all gone, all gone
All gone, but I still have you
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It's 3 o'clock in the morning
On someone else's couch
You're watchin' a national park documentary
On the TV
It's a strange thing
The images flicker on the screen
And You begin to dream
Of a life you've never led
Watching prairie grasses sway
Whiling away the days
Nostalgia swells in your heart
The wolves return to Yellowstone
And suddenly you miss home
It's 3 o'clock in the morning
on someone else's couch
You're watchin' a national park documentary
On the TV
And it's a strange thing
You start to cry, but you don't
Really know why
So you switch off the TV
And finally, you go to sleep
It's 4 o'clock in the morning
On someone else's couch
You're watchin' a national park documentary
In your dreams
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H
01:31
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I don't know where this is going
A ghost, whispering in your ear
I don't know what I am doing
I just wanted to be here
For you
I just wanted to be near
To you
I don't mind being used
I've no feelings left to abuse
What light am I s'posed to see
I'm trapped in your mind's disease
Oh Love
When we reach the end
Make me like your other friend
And bury me too
Bury me too
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How to Kill a Deer
01:27
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My dad once told me
If a deer's in the road
Don't panic, don't swerve
Just go, hit that doe
If it's frozen there
Too close to break
Keep driving, plow through
You'll make it, you will
You might cry
But you'll survive
It's kind of like a metaphor
For what, I don't know
Just killing what's innocent
In one fatal blow
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7. |
Wisdom Teeth
01:49
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Double and triple meanings
To all your words
And is that connotative or denotative?
You've struck a chord
But I can't read your eyes
My wisdom teeth came out a year ago
And maybe that is why
I'm not wise
You know things I don't
And you won't tell
Gimme your sunday crossword puzzle
Seven letter word for hell
And I can't decode your lies
My wisdom teeth came out a year ago
And maybe that's why
I'm not wise
Maybe that's why it's so hard
To talk to you, on even ground
Is this your calling card
A mind game, to keep us sharp
And to finally, break our hearts
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