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Ball Pit Blues
01:38
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I don’t think you know me as well
As you’d like to think
Not until I’ve washed my hair out
In your kitchen sink
But you don’t think that
I’m all bad
So I will entertain
Your sadness
She’s the emblem of everything
That I’ve ever loved
Kisses like a constellation
Smiles like my mom
I’ll do almost anything to
Prove you wrong
I’m not like those other guys who
Put you in their songs
Oh
Oooo oooo ooooooo x2
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Needle
03:49
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If in a little while you’ll wait
I'll wipe my tears and look at the sun
There's only so much that you can take
So I will stop myself at this one
Don't think there's anything I can't do
I'd like to see you try and find one
I've done so well at falling for you
I think I'd fall for just anyone
So be my needle baby pump me with poison
Play my records hem my skirt and be true
I've been waiting around for someone to eat me up inside
And I think
It could be you
If in a little while you’ll wait
I'll wipe my hands clean of all your blood
You don't think that I can get away
You don't think baby I am the one
I love to watch you stare at your phone
I’ve never had such joy in my life
When you say, “baby sing me a song”
Take all my fingers make me your wife
Oh you're my needle won’t you pump me with poison
Turn my records up I know that it's you
I've been waiting round first someone to eat me up inside
Cause I've got nothing better to do.
Oh you don't kiss me anymore
I think it's rather sweet
When I say what's wrong
You say nothing
And I kiss your fucking feet
So
Be my needle baby pump me with poison
I would rather die than do this again
You don't have the guts to look me into the eyes
And say we are better as…
Be my needle baby pump me with poison
Play my records hem my skirt and be true
I've been waiting around for someone to eat me up inside
And I think
Oh I think
Baby I think
It could be you
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3. |
Loose Lips
04:13
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If you’re ever near me past ten o’clock or twelve
Please forgive my young loose lips, how I often dwell
On situations that by morning make my cheeks go red
But my love it’s still 9:30 so no need to fret
I will never tire of how you speak your truth
Though sometimes I wish I could speak it back to you
I’m far too enchanted by how words leave your mouth
Plus it’s still 9:45 so I'm quiet as a mouse
How can I convince you not to leave
I’ve still got some tricks hidden up my sleeve
Know this party's great and all
But as you sit there in your overalls
Makes me wanna
Take another drink and grab you tease you pull you tug you
Sit you right next to me
I don’t mean to be abrupt but the time’s ticked by
Bring your attention to the clock because in less than five
Minutes it will be 10:30 and my glass is less full
Than the beginning of the night but you’re more beautiful
Oh I have never noticed how intelligent you are
When you’re discussing music that you think nobody knows
I don’t have the heart to tell you I know it by heart
And so does everyone else here
And though I feel that is quite clear
Somehow you haven’t realized it
And everybody’s thinking it
But you just keep on talking…
Never mind just keep going
As I lay my hand down on your knee
The hour, minute, second hands wash over me
And as I sway my head down towards your shoulder
I make a comment that I act much older
Than my age
And I raise my eyebrow you raise your's and I wonder
when you’ve got so close to me
And it's okay I frighten you
I think that you like it, too
When I pretend I'm cooler than I am
You're the first one of your kind
You say I do this every time
But maybe this will be the one
I don't regret
Am I wasting all my time
Playing all these games
With boys who in the morning
Won't even remember my name
Oh I thrive on abstract humility
Don't you waste your precious time on me
Know this party's great and all
And I've never felt twice this tall
Because I’m gonna
Take another drinking grab you squeeze you pull you tug you
Sit you right next to me
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In the corners of your mind
I’ll be kissing you goodbye
When you start to
Tell me what you think
I’ll be looking at your side
Through an old projector slide
That I washed off
In the basement sink
Won’t you tell me that you love me
Without the stars above me
I'm getting
Tired of the dark
Won’t you hit me like you mean it
Baby cut me up to pieces
Until you
Carry out my heart
'Cause if you want me you can have me
When you put your arms around me
Take me there
I know you’ll forget about me
Everything you loved without me
Doesn’t exist
Ooooooo
Baby you’re just a beginner
Won’t you take me out to dinner
For some
Miserable food
Tell me i’ve got something in me
When you tell me i look pretty
In a poorly lit room
And if you want me you can have me
When you put your arms around me
Take me there
I know you’ll forget about me
Everything you loved without me
Doesn’t exist
Ooooooo
It’s so easy
To bring me down
Why don’t you give it a try
I am running
So come find me
If you think i’m worth
Your time
I’ve got vivid dreams of freedom
Sometimes i even believe them
When i’m
Exceptionally bold
Will you tell my quaking knees when
I do start to believe them
To sit back down they’re getting old
They're getting old
I’m getting old
Old
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