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She can talk for hours about whatever you please.
She can surf the channels, catch your eye with ease.
She’s a savage princess, beautiful but a tease.
Now she’s got your interest and you better believe
You’ll never tell, she’ll never know
What you two do when you’re alone.
There’s a simple secret tearing at your core.
Try your best to keep it, sweep it under the floor.
There’s a heart that’s beating, pressed against your chest.
But it’s not your lover that you just undressed.
You’ll never tell, she’ll never know
What you two do when you’re alone
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Trying
03:11
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Feel what it means to tear at the seams
and trade all your shit 'cause you're so sick of it.
You're changing your name, but you look just the same.
So fuck all your claims and your shallow hipster fame.
You are trying too hard.
You're cool and you're calm but you live with your mom
and you blow all your plans to smoke weed with the band.
You are trying too hard.
You put up a fight saying art is your life,
but you're so goddamn pissed when you're not on the list.
You are trying too hard.
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Drift
03:36
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Let's start it over, reset the machine,
just cut the corners and take a seat.
You're too aggressive, but you're stuck with me.
You're an intellectual, but you can't read.
We sit outside, silently sane,
we watch the smoke drift, we watch it rain.
The time slips by and you keep saying,
"You said you'd found it, said that you would change."
Doesn't seem to bother me, honey,
doesn't seem to bother me.
Your cigarette hangs from your mouth,
pulled out the filter, threw it on the ground.
You grew up far from this deep south,
but nothing changes, you're still around.
You're a city girl trying to wander away.
You spend your money, you stay the same.
I won't be part of your lovesick game,
just think you oughta fuck off think you better hide your shame.
Doesn't seem to bother me, honey,
doesn't seem to bother me.
There's nothing left of me, honey,
there's nothing left of me.
Doesn't seem to bother me, honey,
doesn't seem to bother me.
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Logic
04:08
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Let's see another image, let's check another frame,
let's watch as all their interest washes down the fucking drain.
If nothing else now, honey, let's try to end this game.
We'll find the middle ground and see if it all ends the same.
You struggle as you listen, the stars never align.
If nothing else now matters, why don't we just pass the time?
The false recommendations aren't even worth a dime.
You change the title and then try to think of something kind.
Your logic falters.
Your love is stale.
The fuck do you know?
Your answers fail.
Where is your passion darling? Where is that perfect man?
Keep striking matches and then shoving them down in the sand.
Just pay attention, honey, to where your feelings stand;
you've metaphorically been slapped by your own lover's hand.
Your logic falters.
Your love is stale.
The fuck do you know?
Your answers fail.
Let's see another image, let's check another frame,
let's watch as all their interest washes down the fucking drain.
If nothing else now, honey, let's try to end this game.
We'll find the middle ground and see if it all ends the same.
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Bantam Foxes New Orleans, Louisiana
Sam and Collin like to play guitars.
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