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Mulling It Over
01:07
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Forgetfulness
04:38
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I couldn’t find my glasses, so I walked into a wall
I couldn’t find my keys, so I had to walk
All it takes is until I wake to lose everything
I couldn’t find my wallet, so I couldn’t pay
I couldn’t find the words, so I couldn’t say
I couldn’t find my phone, so I wrote a letter
I couldn’t find my coat, so I wore a sweater
All it takes is until I wake to lose everything
I couldn’t find my shoes, so I wore some slippers
I couldn’t find the Mrs., so I found the Mr.
I couldn’t find my drugs, so I sobered up
Then I started finding things, but all the doors were already shut
All it takes is until I wake to lose everything
I’ve lost everything
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Belated Birthday
02:41
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I'm so sorry I missed your birthday
I'll make it up to you some day
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday
I'll make it up to you some day, some way
Don't be sad, it was an accident
You know I'd never try to hurt you
Don't you worry about next year
Come that time, I'll be right here
So won't you please wipe those tears away?
Wipe those tears away...
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No matter rich or poor
No matter when or why
I, I, I am yours
And you are mine
One that I adore
With love I can't define
I, I, I am yours
And you are mine
You are mine
I am yours
I am yours
I am yours
And you are mine
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These Fictitious Truths
03:52
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These fictitious truths are weighing on my mind
Those that can't agree are simply not my kind
I did what was asked and bided all my time
Now, it's time that I take back that which is mine
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Paris, Idaho
04:50
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Paris, Idaho
There ain't no where to go
There ain't nothin' to do
I need to escape you
My parole is up in June
And it couldn't come too soon
Just gotta fix my truck
And find a way to ditch this cut
Emily, hurry up before they see
And think that we are trying to run
Though we are, for once we're running towards something
Instead of just away, away
Blood, like freckles, upon my clothes
While my brothers hit the floors like dominos
In Paris, Idaho
There ain't no where to go
There ain't nothin' to do
I need to escape you
My parole is up in June
And it couldn't come too soon
Just gotta fix my truck
And find a way to ditch this cut
Who's to say if these wounds will heal?
I can't even say how the fuck I feel
All I know is you
Paris, Idaho
There ain't no where to go
There ain't nothin' to do
I need to erase you
It's a quarter past ten, your grandma should be in bed
Cab's parked 'round back and 12k's in the shed
There's a charter down in Reno running a casino
Where they'll let us stay for a couple of days
Warped by cancer of the mind
While caged and paraded at the same damn time
Waiting for something existential to align
Let's bury the past in a field of grass
Like the one where we first kissed
I can live with jail, I can live with death
But I can't live without your lips
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