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RATTLER
02:24
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Oh we kissed on the lips
and you said close your eyes and I missed
Oh we choke up listening to our own songs
and it feels like we’ve been alive too long
the snakes in the grass will rattle
And the horse spooked knocked you off your saddle
Come this far, we can make it
I got a broken heart, you can’t break it
the snakes in the grass will rattle
And the horse spooked knocked you off your saddle
I’ve been meaning to give you a call
This silence feels like sixteen on Adderall
Maybe I was born a bigger mess
But you make it all feel a little less lonely
the snakes in the grass will rattle
And the horse spooked knocked you off your saddle
Come this far, we can make it
I got a broken heart, you can’t break it
the snakes in the grass will rattle
And the horse spooked knocked you off your saddle
I got a home but only for directions
I fight a lot with good intentions
I know Jesus was a sinless man
But the Devil was pretty even way back then
the snakes in the grass will rattle
And the horse spooked knocked you off your saddle
Come this far, we can make it
I got a broken heart, you can’t break it
Come this far, we can make it
I got a broken heart, you can’t break it
the snakes in the grass will rattle
And the horse spooked knocked you off your saddle
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NEW YORK GIRLS
02:41
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I’m floral heroin chic
I’m the wildest summer in your recent memory
Young money millionaire
Mr. October is coming home
I’m bigger than The Strokes
An inhale of fresh air, choke
October is coming home
But you don’t love me anymore
Don’t you ever think about leaving
California Dreaming of New York girls
Twilight of your golden years
You’re still thinking of those New York girls
I’m an open casket funeral because I’m such a pretty boy
I’m two and a half minutes of unfiltered lo-fi summer, because that’s what you asked for
I’m a vicious heartbreaking matador
I’m a rodeo clown of passion
Mr. October is coming home
But you don’t love me anymore
Don’t you ever think about leaving
California Dreaming of New York girls
Twilight of your golden years
You’re still thinking of those New York girls
Don’t you ever think about leaving
California Dreaming of New York girls
Twilight of your golden years
You’re still thinking of those New York girls
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3. |
HANG THE COWBOY
03:35
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Crashing into the canyon
of sunset valley
where shade is king
My mind is weary
But I think of one thing
Hang the cowboy
Kill the cowboy
Cut your teeth on the barbed wire
You’re a subway runner, running from the federales
Red eye commuter, rope slinger
You’re a turnstile hopper, praying to a God who ain’t answer yet
Thrashing to the rattler’s song
like holy rollers
blind deaf and dumb
I think of one thing
Hang the cowboy
Kill the cowboy
Cut your teeth on the barbed wire
You’re a subway runner, running from the federales
Red eye commuter, rope slinger
You’re a turnstile hopper, praying to a God who ain’t answer yet
Ending like it started
Tumbleweeds in bloom on a silent night
Spurs spinning in the wind
Think of one thing
Hang the cowboy
Kill the cowboy
Cut your teeth on the barbed wire
You’re a subway runner, running from the federales
Red eye commuter, rope slinger
You’re a turnstile hopper, praying to a God who ain’t answer yet
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Poolside lovers, slow ride
Don’t worry I’ll meet you there, it’s alright
Hand rolled Belgian cigarettes,
Mama, I’m a heartbreaker to pass the time
I don’t want to love anymore
I don’t want to hurt anymore
Riding out into the sunset, a sudden death
The devil named his rifle after you
Pushing daisies in the garden of Eden,
but I still dream of you
I don’t want to love anymore
I don’t want to hurt anymore
I don’t want to love anymore
I don’t want to hurt anymore
The gravedigger’s getting overtime
Digging my grave overnight
I share a birthday with the Undertaker
I tell her, I tell her “YOU TAKE ME TONIGHT”
I don’t want to love anymore
I don’t want to hurt anymore
I don’t want to love anymore
I don’t want to hurt anymore
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5. |
INFINITE FIELDS
01:34
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I work my life for nothing
It’s salt up in my veins
I’ve swam in sweeter oceans
Honey, it’s all the same
If you’ve loved the way I’ve loved
You know no greater pain
If you’ve loved the way I’ve loved
You know it’s not the same
Red devil’s parakeet
Wild horses in the street
You can see the stars above New York
when you’re just outside the city
If you’ve loved the way I’ve loved
You know no greater pain
If you’ve loved the way I’ve loved
You know it’s not the same
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6. |
SWEETENER
02:17
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Red eyes, like a teenager
45 degrees to my 90
Dead flower, nevermind is not an answer
Dreaming of Portugal on TV screens
Week old scratches on my knees
remind me of you
And I’m hoping they’ll remind me of you
We find ourselves alone tonight, it might feel a little too right
When there’s smoke, there is usually a fire
and I said “love” when I meant “desire”
And I feel my electric pulse and I’ve been moving to a static waltz
And I know when my muscles twitch
And I know when my lips will itch
I’m reminded of you
And I’m hoping they’ll remind me of you
And I’m hoping if I forget, they’ll remind of you
Remind me of you (red eyes)
Remind me of you (red eyes)
Remind me of you (red eyes)
Remind me of you (red eyes)
Red eyes like a teenager
Red eyes like a teenager
Red eyes like a teenager
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LIMEWIRE VIRUS
03:13
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I’m a Limewire virus in your computer
I’ve been hanging around those bootleg mixtapes
you made for your first girlfriend
And I’m hoping you never find me
And I’m hoping you never find me
Ooh, I fell silent on your birthday
Cuz love’s a moving hand
Fall in love with the little things
But baby, I do what I can
Made it all so easy
You could do it in the dark
You might not need me
Still think about you in the dark
I’m the dust from the old attic in the moving van
I was there when you cried so quietly into your two hands
I’m the matchbox holding up the house
and I’ll be the one to burn it down
And I’m hoping you never find me
And I’m hoping you never find me
Ooh, I fell silent on your birthday
Cuz love’s a moving hand
Fall in love with the little things
But baby, I do what I can
Made it all so easy
You could do it in the dark
You might not need me
Still think about you in the dark
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BLOOD GARDENS
02:34
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I tend to my underserved garden
Sharp boys still cry for their mothers
I overshare and ask for no pardon
Whatever helps the grass grow higher and higher
Blood on the grass, well it helps the grass grow
Too high to feel is not a feeling
Well, I pour my blood in the garden so the grass grows
Too sad to love is way too easy, easy
Painting the blue skies over
The sharp boys still bleed like the soft ones
I’m trying to keep my composure
Whatever helps the grass grow higher and higher
Blood on the grass, well it helps the grass grow
Too high to feel is not a feeling
Well, I pour my blood in the garden so the grass grows
Too sad to love is way too easy, easy
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9. |
WHITE KNUCKLE WILDFLOWER
02:53
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White knuckles on a wildflower
In a bouquet, in a bouquet
It's gonna get easier someday, when you leave this city
Oh, the devil's going to run you from this town
Oh, you're never going to settle down
Wild horse gonna die in the pasture where the green of the grass don't matter
Well I'm waiting, waiting for you to say
When you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you)
Where you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you)
When you wanted me and I'm waiting on you)
When you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you)
Where you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you)
When you wanted me and I'm waiting on you)
White lie like God and Country, my heart is like a wildfire chasing me
It's gonna get easier some day when you walk away from everything
Oh, the devil's going to drag you underground
Oh, your ashes are spread around
Wild horses all die in the manger where the green of the grass don't matter
and I'm waiting, waiting for you to say
When you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you)
Where you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you)
When you wanted me and I'm waiting on you)
When you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you)
Where you wanted me (well I'm waiting on you)
When you wanted me and I'm waiting on you)
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10. |
YUNG BUBBLEGUM
04:13
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Running down to the weeds,
a scratch ticket from the skin of my teeth
I’m gonna win big tonight, oh I’m gonna take us out tonight
40s in the street, live like 4th of July every week
I’m gonna love you like your parents don’t know
I’m gonna bring you home before the morning light shows
American sweetheart, why’d you have to be so mean to me?
Woke up with you in my hair but as long as the dreams were good
I don’t care
American sweet tooth, why’d you have to be so rude to me?
Bubblegum don’t taste the same, but as long as the money was good
I don’t care
No sleep above the covers
Orange of the streetlight, warmth of the summer
A Spanish voice following the wind, wide eyes can tie a cherry stem
Young American Bubblegum, sweettooth for all the summer cum
I’m gonna love you like your parents don’t know
I’m gonna bring you home before the morning light shows
American sweetheart, why’d you have to be so mean to me?
Woke up with you in my hair but as long as the dreams were good
I don’t care
American sweet tooth, why’d you have to be so rude to me?
Bubblegum don’t taste the same, but as long as the money was good
I don’t care
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