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A Wake
03:04
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Open the closet door
And I'll help you find the little black dress that you've been searching for
It's like we've spent our lives driving towards a funeral
And I can think of nothing to say at all
But goddamn, you look beautiful
Cold as a tomb
I'm going white at the sight of you
Shivers down your spine, the bloods run dry
And now you're running out of time
You've got the whole world in your hands
And tonight I'll bring you back to life again
Back to life again
And on the drive home you tore at your dress
You said the color black just reminds you of death
Everyone around you is a walking cliche
Offering up condolences and laughing about the good days
Your breath is dancing on the windshield, I tried to grab your hands
But even my touch feels like a bodybag
Cold as a tomb
I'm going white at the sight of you
Shivers down your spine, the bloods run dry
And now you're running out of time
You've got the whole world in your hands
And tonight I'll bring you back to life again
Told you not to get sick, now you won't get better
Told you not to get sick, now you're stuck forever
Finally got you home and I put you to bed and in the morning we'll wake up and we'll do it all again
One day I'll bring you home just to lay you to rest and in the morning I'll wake up to a brand new nightmare
(Tell her you love her, float away)
(Tell her you love her, before its too late)
Tell her you love her and float away
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Teeth (Dive Into Me)
03:10
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We took a walk through the house
Light on my feet as the floorboards creak
Oh, they're all staring at me
A shy smile just to light up the place
Sends a shiver from the top of my spine down to the bottoms of my feet
You make my bones shake
You dug into my shoulder with your teeth
Dive into me
And we don't make a sound
But we're tangled up between the sheets
Dive into me
I'm not your everyday Kerouac, but I'll splash around tonight
(And maybe someday, you will feel the same)
I know you're afraid of tomorrow, but you couldn't be happier now
(And together we can burn this house to the ground)
My shaking hand took a sip of your drink
That shit tastes like kerosene
Maybe I'm losing it a little bit
But your kiss is just like medicine
Your friends caught us in the bathroom upstairs
Shards of laughter trickled down and cut up their ears
But we're not sorry for anything
This is our vacation
I'm not your everyday Kerouac, but I'll splash around tonight
(And maybe someday, you will feel the same)
I know you're afraid of tomorrow, but you couldn't be happier now
(And together we can burn it down)
Dive into me
And I'll keep you safe as long as you need
And I'll keep you safe right here with me
And I'll keep you safe as long as you need
And I'll try to leave you some room to breathe
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Good Things New York, New York
Cameron Sacchet
Nolan Fitzgerald
James Nigro
Alex Alfaro
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