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as i bathe in the blood red winter sun
i feel no warmth upon my face
this was always within me
i feel the itch but my life has just begun
the black writhes
the bracnhes always creaking
inside my head
i see the shadows crawling up the trunk
i feel the snow crunch beneath my boots
i feel a tickle in my throat
the branches always creaking
as i bathe in the blood red winter sun
i feel the snow crucnh beneath my boots
i see myself hanging from the tree
the branches always creaking
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Tomorrow
04:30
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i don't know where i'll be tomorrow
if i'll have you in my arms again
or if the sun will set on my heart,
tomorrow
you pulled away from the shore
in the boat we built for each other
and left me stranded on the dock
you left me alone to drown in the dark
you pulled away from the shore
in the boat we built for each other
there's still shades of this trail we blazed together
i walk alone
now it's all overgrown
i don't know if i'll be here tomorrow
if i'll see another sunset again
or if the sun will set on my corpse,
tomorrow
you pulled away from the shore
in the boat we built for each other
watching the fireflies
being with you
too bad wishes don't come true
you pulled away
you pulled away
you pulled away
you pulled away
you pulled away
you pulled away
i don't know where i'll be tomorrow
if i'll have you in my arms again
or if the sun will set on my heart,
tomorrow
you pulled away from the shore
in the boat we built for each other
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went out of the house one night
right after we had a fight
she never left alone
but i had work to go
when i saw our bedroom window with the lights off
it felt like a stab in the gut
where was my love? where could she be?
the law wouldn't help and sleep wouldn't come
so i went around looking all night
just as dawn broke, with tears down my face
i found her body
curled up in the grass with the snails
she looked so at peace
but i couldn't help but think
someone did this to her
but at the end of the day
maybe it's better this way
because i can still hold my love
in my arms and in my heart
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when i hear the rain coming down
on this tin metal roof
it brings me joy, it brings me peace
cause i'll be leaving this cold cell in the morning,
headed out of town
and the sun will set red on my shallow grave
because i'm seeing through rose colored glasses again
well i've robbed my share of trains,
and i've killed more than men who'd see me harmed
i've defiled filthy virgins
but i don't claim to be a bad man
always troubled is what i'd say
maybe a little obssessed
with sunglassses and murder ballads
and the sun will set red on my shallow grave
because i'm seeing through rose colored glasses again
but i'm heading to another place,
where everything is green and the sun sets red
like you're seeing through rose colored glasses
they call this punishment for my crimes
but really, the judge is only doing me a favor
and the sun will set red on my shallow grave
because i'm seeing through rose colored glasses again
collar beneath my ear
it's only 5 minutes away
13 knots around my neck
this is the first and last time
on the end of the hang mans noose
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Home
02:33
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do you remember the song i wrote the morning we got evicted?
with all the uncertainty you said it to me
home was wherever we were together
home was within each other
my home was you
and now i don't know what to do
i'm trying to find hope in you
like i did back then
i remember how happy it made you
when i mentioned you in a song
so here's a whole album
and our old room has become nothing but a prison cell
i'm a passing shell
this isn't my home
it's where i come to sleep alone
it's like i've been house shopping with Leonard Cohen
Death of a Ladies Man is like walking in heaven
that blonde girl was with me
i was sipping amoretto she was drinking whiskey
she sucked my dick and then bit me
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Lingering by the Fire
02:57
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i will linger
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i'm super attractive, incredibly humble
very talented, the fucking man
you're in my way away away
you're in my way
you're in my way away away
you're in my way
hipster mother fucker, red hair to my shoulders
stupid dirty hippie why don't you get a job?
get a job
get a job
rumours on the street, he lives for sunglasses
and not completely buttoned flannel shirts
you're in my way away away
you're in my way
you're in my way away away
you're in my way
hipster mother fucker, red hair to my shoulders
i lead a commune where they call me god
call me god
call me god
hipster mother fucker, red hair to my shoulders
my brain is like mush just go away
go away
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Dead Song
02:24
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i met a girl and quickly she became my whole wide world
all i wanted was to be loved
i never needed anything but her
we had christmas together and i loved her so
i protected you with all my might
then one night we had a fight
and she never ever came home again
now there's a void
that's the same person as you
but it's not the same person i knew
i try and try and try but i don't know what to do
i can't stop from feeling blue
she is dead and gone
but her corpse still walks around
maybe some day i'll join my love
i'll be in the ground
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9. |
Each and Every Night
03:18
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you make me feel so at peace
on this snowy night
with my candles burning
and the shining lights bright
with you by my side,
each and every night
you made me feel so at peace
on each snowy night
with my candles burning
and my crying eyes bright
you're no longer by my side
each and every night
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I Will Eat the Sun!
02:44
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steel wool splinters
oh yeah
gray clouds above
oh yeah
bugs in the wax
bugs in the wax
the sun is black
oh i'm here again oh yeah
standing out at midnight
my eyes adjust and i can see
a blackened sky and cloudy
it's really pretty moody
the sun is black
oh i'm here again oh yeah
i will eat the sun
steel wool splinters
oh yeah
black clouds above
oh yeah
moth in the trap
moth in the trap
the sun is black
oh i'm here again oh yeah
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