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I Hate This Song
02:05
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i think i like you, do you like me too?
i hate this song but i must dance with you
so i pray that the lights don't expose me tonight
that i hate the song
pursuit of love makes girls do crazy things
like smiling, ignoring the way he sings
so i'm gliding across this red bull-covered floor like i rate the song
but i hate the song
one last chance
for one brief dance
close my ears to be close to your heart
kiss your lips as the next banger starts
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"what's up" as he arrived
smiling wide
ever up and ever overpsyched
on every single count he won
i tried to let him know
i'm no fun
i hung out to take the overflow
it didn't matter, he won
said i'd learn
from my sunburn
no misunderstandings
go motor orange man
it's over now
until you're all but brown you win
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Hanging Ditch, fig. 1
05:25
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If I lose my purpose and start straying from the track
Show me what I’ve written here to tempt the muses back
If it’s easy to forget that hate runs through my blood
Take me to the hanging ditch and leave me in the mud
If my songs grow joyless and devoid of melody
Abandoning all nuance, chasing age-old victories
If the stench of sloganeering taints each verse I write
Take me to the hanging ditch and bid me a good night
And if my siren call becomes mere fotzepolitic
Thinking I could sell Persephone a manor by the Styx
If she smiles in the right places and I tumble to my death
Take me to the hanging ditch, let loose my final breath
If we fail to stem the rising tide of leaden swill
The resurrecters, headshrinkers, and grist from the windmill
The inescapable monoliths and their zombie coterie
Take me to the hanging ditch, should they rule over me
And if the sons of harlots start to think they’ve won the day
Though our tunes groan with colour while they slather songs in grey
And if we Northern Mannerists turn meekly back to Rome
Take me to the hanging ditch and make it my new home
And if the fields of violet that lay dormant at my rear
Are suddenly encroached upon by architects of drear
If the terrors and the glaziers both rush southward out of town
Take me to the hanging ditch and lay my body down
If I lose my purpose and start straying from the track
Show me what I’ve written here to tempt the muses back
If it’s easy to forget that hate runs through my blood
Take me to the hanging ditch and leave me in the mud
Yeah, take me to the hanging ditch and leave me in the mud
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4. |
Come Through
02:17
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if you come through
what i'd do to you
is mitigated by the things i've not yet done
like should i try to
if you come through
what i'd do to you
is mitigated by the boy i'd like to be
it's like Over Cerne and Nether Cerne are fighting over me
you
but i am such a dozy cunt its safety i can't guarantee
if you come through
what i'd do to you
(bruh)
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and i am yours, my love, yours from lips to heel
but i can never quite decide the way i feel
so you shall kiss me once, although we aren't in love
and you shall keep me safe, like a dovecote shields a dove
the sun is but a lamp to illuminate your face
st candida herself could not come close to all your grace
so i shall kiss you once, though, 'course, we aren't in love
yes, i shall kiss you, damn the damnings from above
now i don't think i like you quite as much as i once did
some emotions should stay covered up, some affections hid
i could make your heart ache if i only felt to try
but honestly, the world will do it for us if we just sit idly by
so i shall kiss you once, though i'll never be your wife
yes i shall kiss you once and ruin my life
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Sweet Embrace Manchester, UK
wot if elliott smith was from ends
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