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Soap
03:54
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Evil man, lives in my head, screaming his plans
Walks inside in the dead of night, tellin’ me lies
He’s poison, yeah he’s soap in the mouth, a teenagers house
His reasons, make the selfishness walk and the jealousy talk
Oh boy, I’m roasting myself alive
I know, its grown harder to say that I’m fine
Evil man, lives in my head, screaming his plans
Walks inside in the middle of the night, whispering lies
He’s poison, yeah he’s soap in the mouth, a teenagers house
His reasons, make the selfishness walk and the jealousy talk
Oh boy, I’m roasting myself alive
I know, its grown harder to say that I’m fine
Well I can’t believe what you say day to day
So I won’t, I’m planning my own escape
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St. Paul Lights
04:36
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I just wanna fight, burn, break, and make up
The tone in your eyes, brings cruelty into my words
The St. Paul lights, glow different next to you
Why does the night, make demons out of a man
Because two halves that done mend
Well, they make a whole that just can’t dance
Their love shown, in pastel paints, all the sun-bleached red that pumps through their veins
No he can’t help and she can’t cry, because the person that he promised had started to die
Started to rust out
We started to rust out
I just wanna fight, burn, break, and make up
The tone in your eyes
Their love shown, in pastel paints, all the sun-bleached red that pumps through their veins
No he can’t help and she can’t cry, because the person that he promised had started to die
Started to rust out
We started to rust out
Started to rust out
Yeah, we started to...
Started to rust out
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From Devil's Country
05:15
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Half your life and you’re dreaming slow
Telling stories people already know
It’s hell in the sun, the routine is numb
But I hold, so near, so dearly
The devil’s won, but we’ve held on to christ
The bed’s still warm, lets just leave off the light
It’s easy to doubt, when you’ve left most things out
But it’s home, so near, there’s no fears here
I get off on the same as them
I live the sentiment of a helicopter parent
It’s quite a shock, got a dose of perspective
Enjoy, Enjoy
Rubbin’ the townies the right way, livin’ inside of yesterday
And it’s a one room house with a stove, and they’re cookin’ up a hot pot of Reagan’s gold
And it’s stale to taste, no but it won’t go to waste
Oh, because the best thing that’s ever happened to us
Seems far behind but refuses to rust, oh
It’s stale and they’re pale
They’re pale
Half your life and you’re dreaming slow
Telling stories people already know
It’s hell in the sun, the routine is numb
But I hold, so near, so dear to me
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Just Gimme a Minute
04:46
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Another day goes by, that this strain is stuck in my life
Why can’t it go to waste? I wanna clear my head and make new space
But I can’t, because you stick
Once there’s new you’re always under it
Don’t say that, I’m just here alone
Cause you’re wrong
Yeah, I’ll tell you all night
Well, this’d be if you tried
Lookin’ down I still wonder
Where we’d gone wrong?
My reasonings are showing up quite dim
I’m a different person now, less entitled to win
We’ve lost the color but kept the form
Our good taste has us thinking we shouldn’t suffer anymore
Oh because, it’s now a fear
The things we did to pass those years, long years
I hope that I’m best on my own
And that you’re wrong
Yeah, I’ll tell you all night
Well, this wouldn’t be even if we tried
Lookin’ down I still wonder
Where we’d gone wrong?
Oh, woah, woah
Give me your two cents
I’d give it all, give it all, give it all again
Just to hear your heart confess
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Sal Paradise Saint Paul, Minnesota
A lush and nostalgic musical buffet out of St. Paul, MN.
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