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I know what you're thinking,
How much you've been drinking,
Lay me down what did you expect,
You pray for rain and cry when you get wet
Did it ever cross your mind, that maybe I was right?
Swallow your pride, I've swallowed yours and mine
You don't appreciate my tone,
It's nobody's fault but your own,
Houdini tricks are fine by me,
You're more appealing under lock and key
Did it ever cross your mind, that maybe I was right?
Swallow your pride, I've swallowed yours and mine
You feel like you're so debonair,
So why don't you ever play fair?
Put away your dictionary,
Your triple word scores count for shit with me.
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Sylvia
03:16
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You know your touch is cold,
It's silver and it's gold,
Your skin is soft ribbons of earth
On my way to a church,
You stopped and drugged me up and,
Wondered why I felt so dirty,
How could you sleep next to me?
Sing to me, Sylvia,
You're like me, Sylvia
Their electricity,
Runs underneath your skin,
Into your bones sets your nerves on fire
You're not that golden child,
You fell and cracked your smile,
When Daddy died you went to school next morning,
Why didn't you mourn him?
Sing to me, Sylvia,
You're like me, Sylvia,
Words are free, Sylvia,
Just like me, Sylvia
They left you there in the cold,
Shaved your head growing old,
You're my world Sylvia
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Teething Problems
04:34
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I can't count the times I've poured your,
Red wine down the sink sometimes I,
Think you'll change but you don't seem to care
Give it to me, This isn't what you need,
Your speech is slurred, You drink on undeterred,
Can't you see you're making yourself sick?
I can't wait for what I've said to stick,
You keep having all these vivid dreams,
Please be gentle I bruise easily
That cigarette is such a cliché,
Born again why don't you act that way,
You stumble makes me feel these,
Bad feelings stem from teething problems
Give it to me, This isn't what you need,
Your speech is slurred, You drink on undeterred,
Can't you see you're making yourself sick?
I can't wait for what I've said to stick,
You keep having all these vivid dreams,
Please be gentle I bruise easily
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72 Hours
03:57
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It's always 72 hours 'til I,
Find I'm, at your, bedside
I'm in my head no over here aren't I?
Find my, darkside
You are the one exception that proves the rule,
I wanted, to claw back, nail and tooth
I spent 9 months wasting my life in a red,
Smoky room
All you wanted was to help me through this,
Now I, don't know what to do with myself,
When I think about those sons and daughters I just,
Wanna get right back on the shelf
You are my appetite, You are my day and night,
You leave me dumb despite. Giving me the green light
Another year and all I've got to show is,
Bad moods, and exit wounds
I've lost my faith I've lost my voice and now I'm,
Losing, interest, in you
I find the third day is always the hardest, and I,
Don't have anything left to prove,
In the end I was so sick and tired, of just,
Waiting for the earth to move
You are my appetite, You are my day and night,
You leave me dumb despite, Giving me the green light
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Overbearing skies and underwhelming trees,
I know you can't stand the sight of me
Leave the floodgates open, Step into the boat,
I hope that you will learn to float
Keep an open mind I'm, Talking to myself,
I wish that you would let me help
Look into the evening, I can see you now,
But I can't come into your house
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Kumiko Leeds, UK
Kumiko are an art-rock/folk/jazz band from Leeds who enjoy movies, long walks and playing scrabble.
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