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Peppermint Candies
04:12
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Surrounded by strings, with peppermint candies for eyes
Invisible map with a '?' for an 'X'
Half in a slumber, watching all the motions of the scene
Drinking coffee then beer, I laugh when you ask me if I'm bored
..
Fight through the sea of people in ridiculous clothes
To find the right hand, finish both drinks up and go
Sleeping in the car or on sheets that have been well overused
Not lying to you, nightmares at the thought of you leaving
..
Not lying to you
Under the sun, you swallowed the moon
Not lying to you
Under the sun, you swallowed the moon
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2. |
Umbrage
04:12
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So here we are again
Listening with children's ears
Stoned and fighting with spears
You always break me down
and nearly break my bones
Making a man out of me
I want you
to be mean to me
Tough love, please
So I can be
strong enough to leave
When I want to leave
Coming back again
I see you latch the locks
Talking your shit from the second floor
You always break me down
and nearly break my bones
Making a man out of me
But I want you
to be mean to me
Tough love, please
So I can be
strong enough to leave
When I want to leave
..
You're not porcelain
You're not paper thin
You're not porcelain
You're not paper thin
..
I want you
to be mean to me
Tough love, please
So I can be
strong enough to leave
When I want to leave
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3. |
Sun Has Depression
04:10
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After midnight
Heavy head hanging and two sleeping hands
Motivated
Afternoon
Wrapped up snoring like a dozing dog
Meditating
The sun has depression, not me
I'm so very happy when I sleep
The sun has depression
Not me
A quarter to something
Half passed out, fully sitting up
Self medicated
The sun has depression, not me
I'm so very happy when I sleep
The sun has depression
Not me
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4. |
Red Roses
02:57
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When your bag is on your arm and your shoulder starts to hurt, I'll hold it
When the laundry is dry, I will help you fold it
Don't worry about my old guitar because I sold it
Exchanged it for something more valuable than gold is
A zombie wedding
With anything but red roses
When you cut our flag from cloth, I will draw the orange
You can rub your feet with mine to sleep, to sleep I need to hear you snoring
And I'll be there to make love every night, noon and morning
A zombie wedding
With anything but red roses
A zombie wedding
With anything but red roses
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5. |
What I Meant
03:48
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You said that I act like I hate you
Hate you with all my heart
and I want to think you
See, as of late I have been wearing out the windows
Been locked in a voice box; not even my own
I said 'how could I hate you?
Hate any part of you
with any part of me?'
But you said that I act like I hate you
and I want to thank you
For not hating me
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What I meant was:
You are the garden
You are the soil
and I am the see
What I meant was:
You are gravity
You are the ocean
and I'm in the sea
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I can tell you everything if you let me in
If you let me in
That's me using my manners
My polite teeth
My polite teeth
I've been filing my smile down
Grinding it, grinding it
I can't tell you anything until you let me in
Until you let me in
You probably think I'm some vampire when I ask first
When I ask you first
But I've been filing my smile down
Grinding it, grinding it
All the way down
All the way down
All the way down
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I can't sell you anything until you let me in
Until you let me in
I'm not some creep in a peephole
I'm just looking out
Never looking in
And I've been filing my smile down
Grinding it, grinding it
All the way down
All the way down
All the way down
Whoa, whoa, whoa
All the way down
All the way down
All the way down
Whoa, whoa, whoa
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Private Language Fairfield, Connecticut
Guitar/Vocals: Ryan
Bass/Vocals/Keys: Matthew
Guitar: James
Drums/Percussion: Nikolai
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