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Casablanca Pt 1
00:32
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Pearls tangled up
Your music man's fed up
Planes keep on taking off
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Crush the skeleton beneath your fingers
Shatter his bones
Break the silence or let it linger
Something he owns
Can you be a big deal without the numbers?
Don't follow me home
Come from a line of hand wringers
With a grip that lets him know I plan to be alone
Am I in danger of losing who I am
To the stranger in work down white vans
Told me this would backfire (Ooo)
Tread is low on your tires (Ooo)
Says her thanks to dying roots as they constrict her
Ankles and wrists
Honey drips along the tongue of a constrictor
Sweetens the lisps
Finding where teeth turn to splinters when you're
Dusting for prints
Come from a line of hand wringers
With a grip that lets him know I plan to be alone
Am I in danger of losing who I am
To the stranger in work down white vans
Told me this would backfire (Ooo)
Tread is low on your tires (Ooo)
Jealous of catastrophe the boredom's got the best of me
when carpet burns feel numb and dissolve into my skin
I let it sink in I let it sink in to the rest of me
so all of me feels the dull ache of my tendencies breathlessly
making up for lost irrevery slipping past the pleasantries
finding firsthand your residue to be resiny leftovers of your legacy
or else your lethargy your blurry lines and blindsides
your appetite for revelry
Am I in danger of losing who I am
To the stranger in work down white vans
Told me this would backfire (Ooo)
Tread is low on your tires (Ooo)
Told me this would backfire (Ooo)
Tread is low on your tires (Ooo)
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3. |
Kids at Risk
03:22
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Made these streets unfamiliar
Made these friends feel like strangers
Make all my limbs quiver
'Cause you are
so cold
so cold
so cold
How was I supposed to know
All parents are liars
and all kids are at risk and content with
Starting fires
Again
Can't buy you over the counter
Gotta get you from a dealer
Gotta get you out of my system
'Cause you are
so cold
so cold
so cold
How was I supposed to know
All parents are liars
and all kids are at risk and content with
Starting fires
Again
Saying my name with no idea
How much it holds
Pleasure to play house with me
Or so I'm told
But I can be so cold
How was I supposed to know
All parents are liars
and all kids are at risk and content with
Starting fires
Again
Made home so unfamiliar
Made me feel like a stranger
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4. |
Pick Pockets
04:17
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Just imagine juxtapose to your stagnance
your upturn nose you find some beans with some magic
that magic you used to have before you went all stale and sad
for speaking the truth you call me a savage you want it all but you can't have it you want it all you take it for granted
You're all just a bunch of pick pockets (pickpockets)
Stealing grace from behind my eye sockets (eye sockets)
Like the lines in a limestone or pinecones
Heard pining is on the rise though
And all the boys you confine to your alter
Chopping off cocks at the rock of Gibraltar
You may stumbled but you will not falter
You're a disciplineer, you're not an assaulter
You're all just a bunch of pick pockets (pickpockets)
Stealing ideas from behind my eyes ockets (eye sockets)
Before I can fully form them overtake swarm them
Should've warned them old burns wouldn't warm them
I'm only human
There's only so much I can take
I put my blinders on
I put my blinders on (3x)
If you suppose for a moment juxtapose with the throws of your shows
You don't own it you barely know it
But shiver me sideways you got eyes for a shy gaze and
a thumb for the highways
You're all just a bunch of pick pockets (pickpockets)
Stealing grace from behind my eye sockets (eye sockets)
I put it there for a reason
Wasn't there for you to pluck out from me like open season
It's all just one big joke to you
The things I choke on or choke for you
I don't really mind it blind it
I don't really mind at all
You're all just a bunch of pick pockets (pickpockets)
Stealing strength from behind my eye sockets (eye sockets)
Not sure why I'm in my head so much
It's not a femme thing it's as if I was bred like this
But who would've bred this mess if you learn to tread this
Then you won't regret this
Regress into blessings fixed with gin and the rest
It's only medicine
I thought I would've been better than this
All just a bunch of pick pockets (pickpockets)
Stealing strength from behind my eye sockets (eye sockets)
Wasn't there for you to pluck out from me like open season
Now it's open season
On my inner demons
Open fire but first you gotta ease in
Hand steady on the trigger
Just let it go just learn to forgive her
It's hard to forgive when they won't forgive back
Say that they will but then go on attack
Yelling for hours about something I don't remember
I thought at this point I would've been better
Regress into blessing fixed with gin and the rest
But it's only medicine
And this only treats the symptoms
I'm only human
There's only so much I can take
I put my blinders on
I put my blinders on (3x)
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5. |
Anonymous
03:49
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You can tell I’m to blame
Just from looking at me
From the marks on my knuckles
And the carpet burns on my knees
The weather weighs hard
And the paint starts to chip
Rains take their toll
And words lose their grip
Are you there? Are you there?
Are you there? Just beyond the darkness?
Behind the shadow screen?
Are you coming back? Are you coming back?
Illuminate or I’ll let you go
Show your face, your empty promises
I’m your mistake your puppet show
Show your face, you are anonymous
I’ll miss you when you go
Miss you when you go, I’ll miss you when you go
I’ll miss you when you go
Miss you when you go, I’ll miss you when you go
You put me to shame
With your stagger home heart
And your run-ins with drunks
When you’re haunting the bars
And the wall paper peels
In a long lost kitchen
Where a toaster wonders
When her youth went missing
Are you there? Are you there?
Are you there? Closed eyes and open arms
Welcome you back. Welcome you back.
Illuminate or I’ll let you go
Show your face, your empty promises
I’m your mistake your puppet show
Show your face, you are anonymous
I’ll miss you when you go (welcome you back)
I’ll miss you when you go
I’ll miss you when you go
I’ll miss you when you go
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6. |
Casablanca Pt 2
01:32
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Could we speak like Casablanca?
Under clouds of tobacco
Pearls tangled up
Your music man's fed up
Plane's keep on taking off
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Miriam Maaravi Boston, Massachusetts
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