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Licorice
01:30
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I’m the one who should be
Your blanket when
You can’t sleep
But i’m so scared of everything
Jealous you can hide that feeling
We both have but don’t speak of
It vibrates from the floor above
It’s in the scent of licorice
It’s bleeding from a broken dish
While I hide outside and wish
That my whole life were just a glitch
You close your eyes and you sleep
Sleep another day
Maybe it will go away
Sleep another year
Don’t need to waste
Your time with tears
All the shouting’s
Just white noise
All the shaking’s
Just a voice
Shut your mind
And keep your poise
What’s the point in crying?
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To Be My Shadow
04:15
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In my dreams I’m all I dreamed I could be
When they end I realize it’s not me
Just some shadow with my shape and voice
Someone who’s never made the noise
People make when they have never been
That burning feeling in someone’s chest
Want to be the face someone will miss
When their eyes go dim and their memory
slips
Oh, to be my shadow
To feel what I fear I’ll never know
Oh, watch that burning feeling grow
How lovely it is to live in the shade
In my dreams you’re all I dreamed you would be
The harmony to my melody
Where I am the parts glowing inside
The parts that make you feel so alive
Like mine, your shadow’s not much like you
Its crimson blood is made out of love
It’s not afraid of what could be
It moves its lips the way that I dreamed
Oh, to be our shadows
To feel what we know we’ll never know
Oh, watch that burning feeling grow
We’re only meant to be in the shade
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Several Dozen Hundred
02:54
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One dozen days of you
Oh, somehow I always knew
One mid-week evening
I’d memorize the way you sing
The way that your lips
Softly curl when you speak
Of “The Purple Bottle”
I hope you’ll find inside of me
Would it be okay
If i sang your name?
The letters still look strange
Several dozen days
That might start to change
Several dozen days
You’d stay, you’d stay
I know it’ll be a while
Several dozen hundred miles
I hope you won’t forget
The lines between my chin and chest
The way that my lips are
Learning what yours like to do
When we’re in The Bottle
For several dozen hundred days
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Emperor Plum Washington, D.C.
Large, round-oblong fruit. Dark red skin with numerous small yellow dots. Firm, golden yellow flesh with clinging stone. Sweet with good flavor. Quite a vigorous tree with very large leaves. Blossoms before leaves are open. Good yields.
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