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Violet On The Run
02:26
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gas stations / dividers trapping trees / if only she could be here / if only i could stay around
streetlights she'd count them in her hands / i was worried she would crash every time she counted ten
she burns in the daylight, cools off in the dusk / when the headlights come to ease the ashes in the front seat
she don't know who it is she trusts
she trusts the road to keep her up
yellow drips drop backwards past your face
from the failing faucet up ahead
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Peach Tea
03:42
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she was a brat and she was always having something to say / she took things too serious / and all she ever did was wrap a whole long string of words around me / around my bony knees / around my legs for days
it's always been that way, and i'll always see it for the first time you know / it's always pouring out the same way
she had a shirt that she was always using something to stain / she'd get pissed and always come complain / it washed out every time / the clocks would wind then rewind
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E.E.
02:18
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you could always go alone / i'll just keep on getting smaller in the lobby / the fading bell, the operator used to remind me that you were right upstairs putting on your make-up kneeling down for an hour / yeah, that was you / and now you're gone with the press of a button / and i don't know if you're there / the empty elevator leaves no clue / not a scar, not a hue / the post-presence i thought i knew was due to poor vision
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