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garesfield
03:36
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Spending his night stealing cars
Hands of a miner, the face of a star
Caring too little to work it all out
Sure of himself things are never in doubt
Taking pictures for him
Dim northern lights, forgiving his sins
Messed up in the head, an angel at heart
Pocket knife blood pact we're never to part
Watching the minutes race by
In wallpapered rooms counting birds outside
Ignoring the phone when it rings
Nothing so good ever comes from that thing
And we just Keep going for the sake of it
No one else cares for any of this
Left out to rot in this house by the state
The harder you work well, the more it's just fate
It's okay
And it's fine
Things are this bad almost all of the time
It's okay
And it's fine
northern lights left drowning in cheap red wine
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back of an old cavalier
jesus hanging on the rear view mirror
you don't know if it's love but
you told me that don't mean so much
our house is half torn down
living in some coastal town
crying on the kitchen floor
with no one else around no more
"baby you'll be happy
if you toughen up"
and maybe we won't have so much
but baby you will have enough
stumble down the street
feel me up at the bar
kiss goodnight from a cop car
small town con runway star
trying to forgive
dying to forget
but I'm gunna do something
we both know I'll regret
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blood in my veins
04:40
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Hazed over 4am
cheap corner shop cans
drunk on swings in the park
fill my lungs with smoke
fuck when we get home
twisted sick and in love
make me sick to my guts
haven't felt right in months
nothings ever too much
and whatever you need
you can take from me
push me to my knees
there's something pretty in me
only you can rip out
dig into my insides
tear me inside out
I know it's gunna hurt
I can take the pain
I am kindle for the fire
drink the blood in my veins
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maxine
03:00
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the safest pair of hands in my life carved out by a knife
my silver screen dreams torn up by violent wildlife
you fucked me in the farmhouse for everyone to see
and my daddy's praying to god in his sleep but it's too late for me
they say you used to look just like me, is that true?
got some answers I need down the Barrell of a 52
only so many shots you can take and I won't miss like you do
It comes for all of us in the end and now it's coming for you
I'm scared that it's going to hurt
but i won't accept what I don't deserve
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slaley hall
03:38
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burned out your car in a parking lot
your father's blood running red hot
fan the flames at slaley hall
while I wait by the phone and hope that you'll call
run from it all, like you're running from cops
'cause everything's fine when you never get caught
you start the fire and watch it burn
I'll be the girl you'd never hurt
swore you'd keep me safe
but you've got a gun on the fireplace
yeah; You've told me before, that I'm not the same
you give me none of the love, but all of the blame
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Maisie Marra is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons or events is 100% on purpose.
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