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Cozy
02:24
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I think I’ll trade the stars for the city
What is it about the night that’s so haunting
Well, I guess I can’t just make it up again
Is it the way it swallows everything we knew in the day?
I find it cozy anyways
Well, in the dim light, teach me how to feel again
I find it cozy anyway
I find it cozy anyway
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21
03:23
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I'm 21 I don't drink alcohol
but all my friends are going out tonight
they're getting wasted,
wasting no time reminding me I am wasting all my youth
I'm 21 I'm getting high
on making excuses to leave early
but I could never tell a lie
don't know the way home well enough to stumble there
I'm 21 I'm naked getting laid
in bed early just stayed in for the night
give my condolences to lover girls and boys
who are romantically annoyed I'm such a bore
I'm 21 I don't drink alcohol
my vice is lonely staring at the wall
indulge in politely declining
Well I'm abstemious at best, tempestuous I guess
I'm abstemious at best, tempestuous I guess
I'm 21 I don't drink alcohol
I'm 21 I'm getting high
I'm 21 I'm naked getting laid
I'm 21, I'm 21
I'm 21 I don't drink alcohol
I'm 21 I'm getting high
I'm 21 I'm naked getting laid
Well I'm abstemious at best, tempestuous I guess
I'm abstemious at best, tempestuous I guess
I'm 21, I'm 21
I'm 21 and I am feeling it
I'm 21, I'm 21
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Lately I’ve been thinking of the sounds I knew while growing up
Birds chirping at my window, fat cat purring by my side
Vacations to the beach, the ocean singing with the tide
Saxophone from Brian’s room, my parents walking up the stairs
And last night I thought I heard the garage door open
But then remembered I don’t live there anymore
Lately I’ve been thinking of the sounds I knew while growing up
But now I live alone and all these sounds are my own
At night I pretend the roar of cars sings the ocean
The creaks and cracks reminding me of ghosts
They’re haunting me
And last night I thought I heard the garage door open
But then I remembered I don’t live there anymore
I don’t live there anymore
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The Grill
03:07
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Midnight, cat fight
She took the fucking grill
October came and past
Not sure this ever will
End
Empty bedroom
They’re not mine anyways
He says he doesn’t care
But he avoids the house
Like a bad memory
He says he doesn’t care
But he avoids the house
Like a bad memory
She says “Cameron,
You’re just not being fair
You know I tried to make things better
But I just wasn’t happy while I was there
Midnight, cat fight
She took the fucking grill
I say I don’t care
But let’s avoid the subject
I’ve got all these memories
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Chester
02:37
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I don’t get phone calls anymore
Stop by the house if you wanna see me
It’s actually a funny story
See, he don’t swim, he don’t swim
But he was old and he was dumb
It’s buried at the bottom of the pond out back
No time to think at times like that
You shouldn’t go where you can’t swim
Now my phone drowned just like him
Carried him out in my arms
Fur soaking wet, damp breath, dead dog
No one changes we just die
It’s not my fault I am this guy
No one changes we just die
I don’t get phone calls anymore
Stop by the house if you wanna see me
It’s actually a funny story
See he don’t swim, he don’t swim
Did I mention Chester died last week?
He drowned at the bottom of Sparrow Pond
And I can laugh it off, say that it’s nothing
But inside I wonder if I should do the same
Did I mention Chester died last week?
He drowned at the bottom of Sparrow Pond
And I jumped in after him
Not sure if I wanted to save him or to drown
As well
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Despite the storm, my parents were glad that I was going
I don’t get out much
It was raining when I left, just a gentle mist
I stopped to get you flowers on the way
And told the workers I had the fortune of being in
An unfortunately long-distance relationship
They would have to last a while
Because of the storm but also to make sure
That you had something to remember me by
Please don’t forget me
It was windy, about halfway it started to snow
It picked up and it shook me down, I just kept on going
Frozen bumper, frosted windshield, I had to try
No other way of knowing
Got to your house all the same, walked up the front steps
Anxiously awaiting to see your face
I ring the doorbell look around
Watch as a snowflake melts
Then there you are, open the door
Welcome to the world of someone else
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You’re still in the shower
I wait for you behind your door
You finally get out
I hear you laugh and talk
You don’t know what’s coming
I’m in all black, I wear a mask
Don’t see my face just hear me scream
“This is a kidnapping, this is a kidnapping”
We’re driving in my car
You don’t know where we’re going
But I’ll get you there
Get closer, you realize
Anticipate what it’s like
In my home
On your first trip to my house
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I came here on my own and I think I’m in love
City’s a ghost without you, city’s a ghost without you
But nobody loves Halloween or haunting me like you do
They say ‘you look like you’re from Ohio’
She tells me she’s from New York, New York
But I’m not, I’m from Ohio
But you already knew that
Well I tried to make things better,
But I still felt unhappy from time to time
Well I miss you and I’m sorry
But I might never come back
I came here on my own and I think I’m in love
City’s a ghost without you, city’s a ghost without you
But nobody loves Halloween or haunting me like you do
Well I miss you and I’m sorry
But I might never come back
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9. |
Terry Took Me Home
00:48
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Terry took me home
Terry took me home
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The Bees Are On Our Side
03:20
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They say you like the ‘80s and olives, yellow ochre
But now it’s scarves and windy days, bike rides
I won’t make you get up yet
For me it’s just the simple things
A glass of ice, laying in bed all day
Please don’t make me
Oh, don’t make me get up yet
Think we might like a lot of the same things
Oh, we have so much in common
I just can’t believe it, can you?
Have you ever wished?
Don’t let it float away
Oh, the wind is on our side now
Yeah, the wind is on our side now
Oh, don’t make me get up yet
The wind is on our side, didn’t you hear me?
Have you ever wished?
Wouldn’t let it float away
Oh, the wind is on our side now
Yeah, the wind is on our side and the bees are on our side now
Yeah, the wind is on our side and the bees are on our side
Didn’t you hear me?
Maybe we don’t like all of the same things
But if you showed me, maybe I could learn to like the things that you like
And you could learn to like the things that I like too
Then we would have so much in common, I cannot begin to tell you
Have you ever wished?
Let’s watch it float away
Oh, I could dream this dream forever
Oh, I could dream this dream forever
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Can We Start a Band?
01:20
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Can we bike to the Franklin Park Conservatory when it’s warm?
Can we watch Wes Anderson soon?
Can we go see La La Land before it’s out of theaters?
Can we eat oatmeal with bananas in it?
Can we start a band, again?
Again, again, forever
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12. |
I'm Moving to New York
04:17
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I’m moving to New York, don’t tell my girlfriend
I’m moving to New York, a thousand miles away
Don’t tell my girlfriend, don’t tell my girlfriend
Tell her I’ll be back. I’ll be back.
She says the week’s been rough but she won’t tell me why
She won’t say “you’re moving to New York, a thousand miles away
And I’m afraid that you’re never coming back
Tell me you’ll be back. You’ll be back?”
I’m moving to New York, maybe dreams come true
I’m moving to New York, don’t tell me girlfriend
I tell myself “I’m never coming back”
I tell myself “I’m never coming back
I’m never coming back
I’m never coming back
I’m never coming back”
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