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Just Ropes
03:01
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O look at Mary always reminding me
Of waves in stereo, float to both back seats
We’re always crawling back to the same seed
But we stopped on the corner to buy some plants to say thanks
Another person is gonna extract you
The approximation isn’t exactly true
Just call him Mary with ukulele strings
Fertilizing who’s buried under the beetles’ wings
All the lines we have memorized in our heads
Are just ropes we have thrown to the dead
I can show you the ropes
You could stay, we could say all the poems
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Comets Call
03:50
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When comets call, I feel all the daggers drawn
Pushing me against the wall, when comets call
You were the silver sun, I was a little seed
Drowning like a bug in your sunscreen
I traded all my sticks, circling the earth
in our wooden ships for a few terms
We're falling into streams, the four posts of the shrine
showered in debris, and I knew you were mine
like all the pyramids, just patterns on your skirt
the worst kind of itch after a sunburn
after a sunburst
When comets fall, I feel all the daggers drawn
Pushing me against the wall, when comets fall
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You must get this all the time
People stare into your eyes
Getting deeper every time
You dive down, a life cycle
I just feel so sentimental, everything I touch is tears
I’ll be sponging with the youngest coral for a couple hundred thousand years
You must get this all the time
People stare into your eyes
Getting deeper every time
You dive down, a life cycle
You know just how to ride on the wings of tomorrow’s sun
But you don’t know if you’ll arrive
I think I have found a flower, I think I can live in live in her
‘Til we’re ground into in the finest powder, another cycle round the earth
You must get this all the time
People stare into your eyes
Getting deeper every time
You dive down, a life cycle
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Lake Soda Chicago, Illinois
fantasy folk
grateful dream pop
yamena yehavena
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