pt II

i'd like a flat white,
a day of pale skies,
and a real kiss.

and of course i wanna know you better,
but you know the way it goes.

living in that chest is a big, big heart,
one i've known from the very start.

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these silent offerings, they're only causing,
oh darling, i was never free for the taking,
we had everything from time to time,
yeah,
we had everything.

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you see these red wine lips?
i didn't dream up this,
out on suburban curbs,
i'm always restless first,
but when the truth is told;
we're all dreamers, you know.
i've always more than i could ever hold.

remember we had it all?
every belle and ball,
but just all ever,
i wanted more.

but i hope one fine day i'll stop looking back.

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nothing is nothing and i know that.

you are a good sign that now is a good time.

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sometimes your love,
it's so pretty i just wanna sink in,
and sometimes your heart,
well, it's so pretty i just wanna live there.

sometimes your love is so quiet i don't even need to speak,
sometimes your heart is so loud i can't even hear the beat.

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and my heart leaps out of its bars,
will tomorrow be much worse?
is this love a blessing or a curse?
and all i know,
is that i, i'll never let you go.

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well stars seem to shine,
even when the clouds are fare,
and it's not alright and i envy their consistency,
it seems so priceless, in the fight.

well the light it flickers now and then,
but overall i would say you are my friend,
when you say go,
i say slow.

new music

New music finds are always amazing! Me and my best friend went to the movies tonight and saw A Christmas Carol (yay for being festive as shit) and was an amazing girl singing in a bell commerical. Her name is Lisa Mitchell and she is amazingly adorable.

i like the way that you talk,
i like the way that you walk,
it's hard to recreate such an individual game.

you wait your turn in the quene,
you say your sorries and thank you's,
i don't think you're ever a hundred percent in the room.

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these are the days and the nights,
at these sweet humbling heights,
and i know it used to be home.

well whisk me away,
i'll be yours for a day,
in heavenly fields we can roam.

you're my clean white love,
what are you doing? what are you doing?
what are you doing to me?
what are you doing to my head?
woah oh oh, you're my clean white love,
woah oh oh, you're too clean white love,
i gave my heart on the morning of november 6th,
oh everybody's looking for a fix.

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do you have a dollar for me?
do you have a house on a hill and a bed for three?
oh, do you have a story?
do you have a story for me?
do you know the one where we'll all live happily?

do you have a dollar for me?
maybe just an hour or two and a pot of tea.

do you have a memory for me?
tell me about the days when you were seventeen?

do you have a dollar for me?
have you got a little old house and a lemon tree?

do you have a reason for me?
can i be the girl that you met?

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how do you feel about being lovely?
said one to the other,
she said:
darling, darling it's alright.
she said:
darling, darling it's ok, and i'll see you when you get here.

how do you feel about being alive?
said one to the other,
and how do you feel about being lost?
said one to the other.

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everyone wanted to be her,
she chose her friends as carefully as she chose her words,
she was so sure about it all.

tea-leaves in the cup,
you're a good friend of mine,
how the sober are thirsty for the sweet wine,
now that stevie has locked her keys in her mind,
got to open up, lay herself on the line.

why can't you see,
oh, give in to me.

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a better world but it's not like it matters.

what is it about morning light that makes everything feel alright,
alright yeah,
because it feels like i have just woke up
in a world where down is up
and up is a long way from here.