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You said I was the most the most the most
Beautiful girl in the world
Because I am the kind who's blind at night
I went and took you at your word
I'm also the kind who sits and cries
I'm also the kind that toys with knives
And I'm somehow the kind who's still so surprised
To find that you have lied
The dregs of what's left my ex collects
Sisters take me in their arms
And I'm still waking up; I drink water from cups
And make it through weekdays unarmed
At night when the house is dark and still
And no one can hear me, I hope you will
Cause that's when it hits me-- I'm conscious, still
And also, you're not mine
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I Come To You
08:42
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I come to you through lens on lens
I come to you through the minds of friends
When I come to you, I come out blurred
When I come to you, I come out blurred
I come to you through words in words
I come to you through thoughts all obscured
When I come to you, I come out blurred
When I come to you, I come out blurred
And this little line I draw outside your edge
You drive yourself between us like a wedge
And this little line I trace
This little life I make
Is it mine to make?
I come to you through word of mouth
I run through you; it just gets out
When I get to you, I don't make sense
When I get to you, I don't make sense
This circle that I drew
Outside of me; away from you
Oh this little line I trace
You drove yourself between us
And you break us and you leave us
I come to you, a quiet car
I come to you from the dark, without knowing that
When I get to you, I'm not at home
When I'm next you, I'm all alone
And these little glass that shattered on the floor
Who let you walk straight through that china door
Hours after I am still awake
Oh those little hearts you take
Were they yours to break?
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3. |
The Worst Weekend Ever
02:42
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June wants to sit by me
She wants to talk about the things gone wrong
I just want to be alone; I haven't been alone in so long
Jamie took my shoulders and he shook me and he shouted so I bent my head
And now when I recount it I can't recall a word he said
And I'll stop crying but I'll still be sad
I'll stop crying but I'll still be sad
I'll stop crying but I'll still be sad
I'll stop crying but I will still be sad
Jane called me late, she said she kissed him, said she touched him, loved the one I love
Some girls won't be satisfied with one heart of gold! One is never enough
And Johnny called as if it never happened, as if everything was just the same
Johnny, how do I put this? It's best for both of us if you forget my name
And I'll stop crying but I'll still be sad
I'll stop crying but I'll still be sad
I'll stop crying but I'll still be sad
I'll stop crying but I will still be sad
And mom says, "Put your head down and get through it. Just get through it."
I don't know how to break it to her--I can't do it!
In the middle of the day, I find I'm sitting on the floor
Taking every kitchen knife right out of every kitchen drawer
And I'll stop crying but I'll still be sad
I'll stop crying but I'll still be sad
I'll stop crying but I'll still be sad
I'll stop crying but I will still be sad
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4. |
What Car
03:17
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What car is the getaway?
What ship ports at home?
What foot walks that lonely road?
Is it even alone?
But I don't dare go in
The road I'd take, I only walk in sin
So I don't dare go in
What car is the getaway?
What flight takes me there?
Where land all these particles?
Is it even a where?
But I don't dare, don't dare
My mother cares; she cares
No I don't dare; don't dare
No don't dare; don't dare
No don't dare; don't dare
My mother cares; she cares
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The Most The End
01:23
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I bike to the park in pools of dark
Feel like a person tonight
I'm coming to terms with stings and burns
This is just part of my life
I'm not gonna change; I've stayed the same
So being alive just means living through pain
I live in this body; I answer that name
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Emily Brown Oakland, California
Emily Brown is a Californian songwriter and poet. Her impressive vocal range, wandering melodies, and conversational lyrical style have drawn frequent comparisons to Joni Mitchell, Judee Sill, and Fiona Apple.
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