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I saw it all when I fumbled the other day
You saw my knees as they crumbled, cracked, and swayed
If it seems like this is what that feels like
There’s no one left to blame
I saw it all when I fumbled the other day
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It Was Only a Murmur
04:33
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Fell onto the floor
Slipped into me
And needed some more
Harder to breathe
You opened the door
Scents fell gently
Enough to ignore
Palatably
Tried to feel my heart
But it was only a murmur
Tried to play the part
That’s why I’m calling a burner
Still insecure
You bought me a coffee
Hard to be sure
Tried to feel my heart
But it was only a murmur
Tried to play the part
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I Wonder?
03:08
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When I heard the words they said, it cut right through me
Packed my bags for a new city
My mind was spent; I missed a nail
My time was spent; I missed your email
I wonder why my friends always break up with me?
I wonder why my friends all break up with me?
Then I heard the words she said
I couldn’t avoid it
I’m so vain
I thought they were about me
I wonder why my friends all break up with me?
I wonder why my friends always break up with me?
I wonder why my friends all broke up with me?
But now I’m crying
And I’m lying here alone
In the same spot where you left me there that night
And I’m crying, but you’ll never see me crying
No, you’ll never see me shed a tear about some fucking guy
And I’m sorry, because I know that I’m the problem
And I thought that if I kissed him
You would want me again that night
And I missed you
And I never would have blamed you
If you’d gone ahead and left me
I would never wonder why
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Get On the Floor
03:12
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I meant to call you on Friday
I meant to see you before you went away
I didn’t think that I could get on the floor like this.
I should have called you on Sunday
I wouldn’t leave you a voicemail anyway
I didn’t think that I could get on the floor like this.
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Caught Underneath It
02:48
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You tried it on because they said it would fit
But they never quite helped you out of it
The muscles tighten like you’re clenching a fist
But there’s nothing past your shaking wrist
The cigarette goes out the moment it’s lit
But you still impress with your tired wit
Always trying but you have to submit
Then a reach in the back to grab a nip
You only took it to counterfeit
You don’t want to seem like a hypocrite
Another turn on the screw that’s stripped
And the final gasp of the cracking whip
You always seem to avoid the trip
With a dying grasp on the vein you’d slit
So many packages you said you’d ship
With another clap on the bruise on your hip
A man who probably could drink a fifth
As I walk back toward your original myth
A great view from the top of the cliff
But your back is too sore and your legs are too stiff
Your eyes glisten like they’re covered in spit
And the scars still fade where your lip was split
Another swing and the teeth all chip
Pass another long line that you tried to skip
You threw the ball to try to get the assist
But he shot too far and he fucking missed
A well-intentioned attempt to sit
But you’re always caught underneath it
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In the small familiar bedroom
The night was bathing you softly
I looked out through the open door
And then you took me so gently
I never forgot that night
I always wanted to tell you
Do you regret that night?
I always wanted to ask you
Twenty years pass by
And now I wrote this song for you
Still lying awake at night
I always wanted to tell you
Forever in my mind
I always wanted to tell you
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In Two
02:48
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F T B
03:52
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I can’t forget your voice on the phone
We moved so fast to retrieve you
And swiftly passed through the hospital doors
I wish we could have stayed with you
And now the years have passed
And I wonder about your life
And how I wish that I knew myself better
I could have known what it felt likeI click your picture and I see your face
It’s still so familiar to me
And how I wish that I knew you better
I hope that you’d still call me
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