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Into My Home
01:43
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i took you into my home
and you stupid slut you had to roam
away from me into the prarie
a dust ball of bone posiman
androgeny
and i look my body miles from me
my boat line is found unfortunately
and you have a new fuck
and you have a new fuck
one to travel the world with
one you wont get bored with
one who dont the first fucking thing on how to fold your shirts
cuz this is not one that I had planned
i was savin the change
to make a new man
i was plugged pulling bail
saving coin in and out
every cavern is storm
you sell your body
i took you into my home
and you never put down that fucking phone
you buried your heart in a plot far apart from my own
and you were my fraudulent saving grace
and you were my fraudulent saving grace
and you were my fraudulent saving grace
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You're No Octopi
02:42
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is it too late to go home with you
i know youve found someone to settle down with too
one time from across the table
you spit some fairytale fable
about how we'd never worry bout dying alone
but i did and it wasn't pretty
cuz now I'm stubbling drunk on the streets of your city
is it too late to build a heart with you?
or should I start wondering bout what's left to do
you've only got more beautiful since I first I left you
my heart was full I didn't have to worry bout dying alone
but i did and it wasn't pretty
cuz now I'm stubbling drunk on the streets of your city
I've got a solution
in which will be made into my new years resolution
of what to make right and make sure it takes flight
if I take the first plane I'll have to leave tonight
is it too late to build my heart with you?
or should I start wondering bout what's left to do
you've only got more beautiful since I first I left you
my heart was full I didn't have to worry bout dying alone
but i did and it wasn't pretty
cuz now I'm stubbling drunk on the streets of your city
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I wish I had a time travel device
all to my own
I’ll leave my phone there’s no need to call home
all the blood in my arteries breaks all my bones
consider these eyes quite as they selm
I’m a grown man but thats not the conscensus
you took all my goddamn sense when you left
well the breath in my chest works the best without breasts what a shame
I wish I had a million bucks
I wish I could take back every fuck
I’ve got no problem no space in my mind left
a sucker for kindness im prone to the rhyme
when you call out my name - I fuckin’ melt
You’re something else
I could sit on your shelf
collect some dust or whatever what else
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How About This? Westminster, Maryland
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