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Dance Like Strangers
03:48
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Don't get much sleep these days
Can't find words to say to you
But anyways
I didn't know how much you meant it
Last time we said goodbye
I think that you knew even less
Than I did
My darling, you dance with me
Like I'm a stranger now
So I let go
I know you'll find me
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Beautiful People
03:45
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Do you know some of us don't get lucky the first time
Do you know just how often you start out first in line
You say it's just like breathing: breathe me out, breathe her in
And then you wonder why I hold to you like oxygen
And you beautiful people
Don't understand that we are not like you
We only get one or two chances in this filthy world
And then we're through
You have the gravitational pull of a fucking planet
Isn't it great how everyone is just drawn to you
You say hey, I should try it: get myself a few new moons
It turns out some of us are swampy little asteroids
And you beautiful people
Don't understand that we are not like you
We only get one or two chances in this filthy world
And then we're through
You could not bear to turn down anything that comes your way
Turns out not saying "no" is still a choice
You think this shit just happens
Every goddamn day, to everyone
You beautiful people
Don't understand that we are not like you
We only get one or two chances in this filthy world
And then we're through
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3. |
Grand Designs (Rush)
04:36
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(Instrumental)
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6. |
Another Summer
02:53
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I've spent 30+ years on this planet
Every year making the same deal with myself
To live to see another summer
On the off chance that something amazing might happen
Or I might achieve something great that would justify
Being alive another summer
But that doesn't work if you don't let anything count as a win
Every experience poisoned by being the one who experienced it
But I found a way to clear all the toxins from out of my brain
And make it ok for me to be
But now everything is on fire
It's one grand experiment
How much of my life can burn down to the ground
I'm losing connections
But this sweet resurrection of hope
Is my Parkland Formula
Inject it straight into my veins
And tell me that it's not in vain
For me to keep being
For another summer
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7. |
The Story
03:05
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I'm getting used to spending most of my time alone
But as the air gets cold and takes on that sharp smell
I think about the holidays ahead
The family that aren't speaking to me
And the ones it won't be safe to visit even though they are
And I ask myself
How much did I really enjoy those cheesy songs
And the cross-country plane flights
And the Christmas Eve pajamas
And how much it was just the story those things told
Of the kind of life, I could let myself grow into
Maybe that's all we can ever really miss
Is the story we thought we were writing
So I think what I'm going to do
Is bake a lot of bread
And burn a lot of scented candles
And talk to my cats
And talk to myself
About what kind of story I would tell
Just for me
Maybe I'll get myself something nice
When I put it like that it sounds
Cozy
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8. |
Underestimated
01:43
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You must be
New here if you think I'll be
An easy target for you
Wait and see
You'll never hate me
Like I used to hate myself
What you've underestimated
Is how much of me
I don't care if I lose
Push me under the water
Hope that I will drown for you
I'll cut gills into the sides of
My own goddamn neck
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9. |
My Own Magic
04:09
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It's just me and my two cats
And a plastic tree
Over there, all glowing
I put it up Saturday night
To try to make one
Molecule of serotonin
But I bring my own magic
If I take off my glasses, these lights
They sparkle and twinkle
Like a thousand dying stars
I don't believe in much at all
But I still make a wish
Just to have something to say
This dumb Christmas movie
Makes me cry, I wanna be
Someone's cliche
There's always been too much of me
And I've never been enough
There's always been too much of me
And I've never been enough
There's always been too much of me
And I've never been enough
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10. |
Maybe This Time
02:20
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(Instrumental)
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Annika Willow Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Just another queer woman singing about her feelings
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