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Lodger
03:27
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What's your name? I remember your breath and how you pinned me down by the neck. A telephone call. I'm at your house, is your family safe? Bow your head.
No one can hear you, and if they could they would't care anyway.
Do you know my name? How could you forget something that never happened? Black and white floors. Are the walls all red? In 25 years I'll see you again. Meanwhile...
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Muscle Memory
03:03
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Do you ever grow tired of hanging on and consider the freefall?
Did you ever even think about the state i'm in or think to make a call?
Abuse my muscle memory just to feel something
Descending on Sinner's Stool
You're not the same
(And I can vouch for you / And I'm growing tired of you)
I never knew your name
But honestly of anything that I can be sure of it's that you are to blame
Do you ever grow tired of waiting on your love to escape you?
You're wishing weeks away and wondering what if the doors closed for the last time
You just about forgive but never quite forget
I fare you well and you wish me dead
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Means To Mend IV
03:39
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We've only 45 minutes left there with you hands around my neck and i'll be gone
Then you can sleep again
You speak a while of white coat syndrome but all I think about is your red book of psalms
It's been a long six months there in a cold that you truly never thought would end but now you've the means to mend
You speak a while of all the people and places you met and went while I stayed at home
Sigh the night away
The truth is trapped in supermarkets where I spend the best part of my day
I never thought i'd see you there, or again in truth, but I still think the same
I remember grey days and a frost that never seemed to end
Following a thousand suns and a means to mend
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Pretentious Address
03:23
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Are you at your parent's house again? Are you contemplating swimming? Are you in those ripped jeans that you swear are still so comforting?
Did I ever tell you that I'm sleeping in clothes that my Grandfather died in?
So wear that Orange dress, and push me on/off the train tracks. Barks are getting lost to the wind, you're stifling a laugh can we walk back.
Have you been visiting my Mother on the weekend. She's started talking about you again. For months she swore that I shouted your name in my sleep. I hope she was just imagining things.
But every time my tyre deflates, I will think of you always.
Screaming down the phone every Saturday night. I woke the neighbours but that's alright. Calling you from the ceiling of a nine storey building.
Goodnight my love.
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Breeze
03:09
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I haven't walked home in one shoe. I was raised to know better, to put one foot in front of the other. I haven't lost my keys. Obsessively checking my pockets before I leave.
I wish I had stories of lonely souls sharing Green Beers on the train ride home. In a town where nothing better comes close.
But I've fallen in love with women I've never known though I've never kissed a stranger more than once. For that I'll give thanks to my Mother; because we're all born with bad habits in us.
So which one of you lonely souls wants to talk until the sunlight shows. I'm not ready for going home, if that's alright.
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Who Will Take You Home
04:55
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Trample young girls into the ground
A face in change, another body contained
"I won't give up his name until my dying day"
Freezing skin and heartless eyes
You're one phial away from the end
You're hopelessly homebound and around each corner lies another last chance to beguile
"I won't give up his name until my dying day"
In a letter your truth lies
Of which until death you'll never send
A broken cane
A violent encounter in the by-street where he lays
(Who will take you home)
Where I can never go
(Who will take you home)
Where i'm selling off my name
In bloodstained boots you wait for days to wake up changed
While the world holds out for you to derail
"I won't give up his name until my dying day"
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Christie
04:18
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Let me be the moth scarred into your stomach, the book left under your pillow that you return to when you've got trouble finding sleep. Just abuse me. Pick me up and drop me as you please.
Stick pins in my arms. No cause for alarm. I'll do my best to keep a straight face. Happy Birthday.
Inhaling the mould from your ceiling. Witness you lose your feeling. Getting numb, and your scars only look worse when covered up. And your purple lipstick stains my favourite cup.
Make a wish
It won't come true
Blow a kiss
Under a full moon
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Swell
03:04
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Familiar themes
Front two teeth
Turning thirteen
Bicycle drawing
Body whoring
I'm forever boring
Last words: Everything was well at 23
Familiar scenes
Front two teeth
Turning thirteen
Bicycle music
How to abuse it
I'm forever choosing
You last heard that everything was swell for me
3 years, Rivelin and thoughts that I just couldn't erase
Familiar dreams
Front two teeth
Turning thirteen
Those 3 years
The love we gave
In a yellow haze
You last heard that everything was set and everyone was there for you
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Sunfaded II
03:12
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I walked the night, the sky was red. Slept in my clothes and then I left
I'll likely not return again, mail my important documents
I need to renew my passport to plant my feet on Dublin shores
Get overwhelmed//Stay overjoyed
My Mother took your photo from the wall
Now I just stare at the space, remain Sunfaded forevermore
You packaged up all my belongings
Left them by the door sun-rotting
The cat cried on all the boxes
It got to me more than I'm willing to admit
I still find fur in my clothes
Remember the view from the bedroom window
Please tell your daughter I'll always love her
Sorry that I couldn't do any better
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Years On, Years Out
01:49
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I'll dumb this down and say it nice and slowly
While you're singing Sally's Song
Waiting, hoping on a call
Nothing more
I find it hard to believe that after years on, years out..
This is where you've landed
When everything you're given is taken for granted
With what is right and wrong?
Loveless and sorry for years on, years out
I'm taken by surprise when a thought soon arrives in you
A glimmer in your eyes
In a tight palm resides a note poorly written for me to tease you over
For years on, years out
And i've had my doubts about you
You've got to be sure because it won't be over for years on, years out
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Bedbound By Summer Boston, UK
2013 - 2023
Kane Storr
Liam James Marsh
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