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Eyes
Peeled
Pressing out to what is revealed
I saw you in a dream
You'll be a memory for someone else
Cutting off all of my hair
I pretend that you're not there
You won't miss a single strand
I'll be gone and hear again
You'll be so far gone
You'll be so far
Gone
You'll be a memory
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And I've been counting down the days
To when I'll be less afraid
Of who I'm supposed to be
I won't sleep
I won't be until my mind is
At ease
With everything
Around
When you found me
When you lost me
It's under my sleeves
Under my head in dreams
I cannot see
I cannot use my eyes anymore
I cannot breathe
My lungs have fell through the fucking floor
Coagulate
This time
It's under my sleeves
Under my head in dreams
It's on the concrete
Words in her writing
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You're standing outside
Out on the porch
Forties in hand
Just waiting
Something to do I guess
When all of a sudden appeared to us
A sign
Oh so sexy
Baby
So sexy
Just like that
(I can read)
Pretend like I’m Bootsy Collins baby
(I can)
'Cause I'd rather be with you
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Rough Banqur
03:27
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It's been a while
It's been a long trip
So I hesitate
Then I take a sip
Of everything that you bring me
What's it like to bury your best friend?
Do you remember when we would all pretend?
The people of the island knew way more than us
Screaming in the woods
Never getting on bus
What's it like to marry your best friend?
What's it like to never play pretend?
Again for the rest of your life
With a wit as sharp as a knife
You won't know
The cancer until it grows
Like the dark, black sea
You swam through inside of me
I am become death
The moon and the sun
What needs being real?
When you're nothing, no one, past gone
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