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Powder coated fingers
Laughing bright orange
Wait until the dog sleeps
To pick his wounded ear
Salivating as the throat swells thicker
Eat a little faster before
You get sicker
Oo-oo-ooh...
Oo-oo-ooh...
Make the journey back home by
the sunset
Take account of all your hopes and keep it
Wrap up in a blanket, avoid
The winter
Lay your pretty head down to
Keep from spiraling
We’ll make our way back home
Please take my hand and let’s go
Nobody knows ‘til they know
Please take my hand and let go
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My therapist ghosted me for six months
So six times two hundred per session
Four times a month, carry the one
That’s a new guitar
And I don’t need a new guitar
I don’t need a new guitar
I just need someone to talk to
I guess I’ll handle it all on my own
I’m rebuilding my defenses
That sounds healthy and makes sense, and
I got a new guitar
And I don’t need anyone else
I don’t need anyone else
But I’d like someone to talk to
Is it all
In my head
I don’t mean to be a burden
I just thought we had something going
Is it all
In my head
I don’t mean to be a burden
I just thought we had something going
Is it all
In my head
I don’t mean to be a burden
I just thought we had something going
Is it all
In my head
I don’t mean to be a burden
I just thought we had something going
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Notes From Chicago
02:38
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Whoa, even the desert
Will be crying tonight
Whoa, even the cacti
Will be wet with tears
Oh, but the sand
So warm and dry
Will be cold and wet
With tears tonight
Oh, my baby
Why did you go
Oh, my baby
Why did you go
Whoa, even the desert
Will be crying tonight
Whoa, even the cacti
Will be wet with tears
Oh, but the sand
So warm and dry
Will be cold and wet
With tears tonight
Oh, my baby
Why did you go
Oh, my baby
Why did you go
-solo-
Chicago, Chicago
Well, I’d like to go to Chicago
Send me a note from Chicago
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Weird Mirror
02:19
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In the mirror
I can feel the things you’d say to me
When I look at myself
And my reflection
Doesn’t feel familiar
It feels like a stranger to me
I hope someday
I’ll look and say
I look happy now
And though we both know
We’ve got lots of time to go
I feel mine running out
I’m feeling weird
Yeah, I’m feeling weird
I’m feeling trapped inside my head
Lost sight of my own happiness
Yeah, I’m feeling weird
I’m feeling weird
Yeah, I’m feeling weird
Well, I’m feeling lost inside my head
I’ve gone and dissociated
Yeah, I’m feeling weird
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