1. |
Pool Party
02:58
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Pool party
Kids can’t swim
They ask nobody
Just sink to the bottom and think
Off the deep end
It’s a blank promise
You learn as you go
Now the kids all alone
Can you spare them a moment to grow
Off the deep end
Off the deep end
My roots are showing
Wish someone told me
Growing falling
Falling off the deep end
Off the deep end
Off the deep end
Pool party
Testing the waters
Spike the punch
And see how the party unfolds
Off the deep end
Off the deep end
My roots are showing
Wish someone told me
Growing falling
Falling off
Roots are showing
Nobody told me
Turning falling
Falling off the deep end
Falling off the deep end
Falling off
Falling apart
Falling apart
Falling apart
My roots are showing
Wish someone told me
Growing falling
Falling off
Roots are showing
Nobody told me
Turning falling
Falling off the deep end
Falling off the deep end
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2. |
The Florist
03:10
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Crack in the pavement
Tell your friends before they smash their face in
Old and faded
Call the florist hope to make something pretty of it
Cut, Step, Trip, Crack
Cut down, trim back
Call the florist hope to make something pretty of it
Cut, Step, Trip, Crack
Cut down, trim back
Cut, step, trip, crack
make something pretty of it
Cut, Step, Trip, Crack
Cut down, trim back
Call the florist hope to make something pretty of it
See them staring
Finger on the trigger wanna make something bigger of it
Old and faded call the florist hope to make something pretty of it
Cut, Step, Trip, Crack
Cut down, trim back
Call the florist hope to make something pretty of it
Cut, Step, Trip, Crack
Cut down, trim back
Cut, step, trip, crack
make something pretty of it
Cut, Step, Trip, Crack
Cut down, trim back
Call the florist hope to make something pretty of it
‘Oooh’
‘Oooh’
Old and faded
Call the florist hope to make something pretty of it
Cut, Step, Trip, Crack
Cut down, trim back
Call the florist hope to make something pretty of it
Cut, Step, Trip, Crack
Cut down, trim back
Cut, step, trip, crack
make something pretty of it
Cut, Step, Trip, Crack
Cut down, trim back
Call the florist hope to make something pretty of it
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3. |
Backwards Directions
03:07
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It’s true
I gotta dirty mouth do you
Think about the things I do
When it’s judgement hour and I never knew
It’s true
I gotta dirty mouth do you
Think about the things I do
When it’s judgement hour and I never knew
I’ve been running backwards directions
Hold my hand accept my confession
I’ve been spinning in and out again
I’ve been running backwards directions
Hold my hand accept my confession
I’ve been spinning in and out again
Let me pull my hair back
And put me on a better track
My lungs are full a little burnt
But yours I know are much worse
Let me get my story straight
I’ll find you in another place
The game is rigged I want my prize
I guess I’ll just take first place
I’ve been running backwards directions
Hold my hand accept my confession
I’ve been spinning in and out again
I’ve been running backwards directions
Hold my hand accept my confession
I’ve been spinning in and out again
It’s true
I got a dirty mouth like you
Think about the things I do
When it’s judgement hour and I never knew
I’ve been running backwards directions (it’s true)
Hold my hand accept my confession (I got a dirty mouth do you)
I’ve been spinning in and out again (Do you)
I’ve been running backwards directions (it’s true)
Hold my hand accept my confession (got a dirty mouth do you)
I’ve been spinning in and out again (Do you)
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4. |
Irene
01:16
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I mean I’ve got one friend Irene who’s absolutely lovely,
I love her to bits
She hasn’t got a mobile, she wouldn’t have a mobile
She’s never had a laptop or a computer
And she said I just don’t want one
But
I don’t want to get like that
Because otherwise
I think you miss out on a lot don’t you?
And most of my friends are ok
Not everybody’s that fantastic
But
We sort of manage
Anyway
We’ll get there Abby
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5. |
High Five
02:47
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Just give me 5
I’ll get out of bed when the light hits
I promise
Throw the curtains wide
My eyes are barely open but I like it
The light hits
Rich
Yellow sunshine
Gets me pretty high
Blue jeans in the sky
Gets me pretty
High (hi five)
High (hi five)
High (hi five)
High
Isn’t it gorgeous
Setting myself up for the night bliss
Trust fall in the middle of the silence
Pieces of the story in a quiet place
Bitter taste slips away
Soft
Yellow
Street lights
Gets me pretty high
Footprints in the sky
Gets me pretty
High (hi five)
High (hi five)
High (hi five)
High
So I’ll stay here behind my eyes
Simple pleasure butterflies
I’m so sure I’ll testify
Say the word and hi five
I’ll stay here behind my eyes
Simple pleasure butterflies
I’m so sure I’ll testify
Say the word and hi five
Hi five
Hi five
Hi five
Hi five
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Abby Sage Los Angeles, California
anemic & in charge.
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