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George Washington
02:42
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Couldn't say what'd be insane
So instead I said your name
But I gave myself away
Your hands around my sides
Falling into your neckline
You can be George Washington
In my boat, in the cold
You can cross my Delaware
That means you know
I'm kinda slow, who cares?
You stole words out of my mouth
And your eyes just like a cow's
When the L-bomb did explode
Eyelashes all aquiver
Heartbeats inside your liver
You can be George Washington
In my boat, in the cold
You can cross my Delaware
My safety net deep in your breast, my dear
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Looking in the mirror at night
You are fast in bed
Coffee with my apple pie
Went straight to my head
If I was in an alley
And ran into myself
I'd need you there to help repair
The damage to my health
Fingertips petting me
Forgiveness, forgetting me
Look away
Loving you is priceless
But there's still a cost
Can't obey what people say
"Love them for their flaws"
Stay with you forever
Answer when I'm called
Listening to lists of things
Things that ain't your fault
Always I'm adoring you
Time to time, ignoring you
Look away
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Silverware
02:32
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Buy a house, fill it up
Need the storage, drive a truck
Meet the neighbor, meet his wife
Meet the family--they are very kind
We are happy, lovingly
Make it work: honesty
On the weekends in the yard
Rest of my life
Tell your mama, tell your pa
I am happy, have a job
Need to thank them for all of their silverware
Met your family years ago
Trusted man, trusted soul
Me and your dad talking sports
Me and your mom, tennis courts
Up in bed I lay awake
Down below me, wedding cake in the freezer out of sight
Rest of my life
Tell your mama, tell your pa
In a bad mood, took a walk
On my mind out in the air:
Silveware
Lots of children, all the love
Second thoughts from God above
I'm a husband in my head
I'm a neighbor, I'm a friend
I'm a father left for dead
I'm a failure in my head
Rest of my life
Tell your mama, tell your pa
I am happy now
Smell of polish in the air
Silveware
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He gets a job, a government job
A witness in the same skin
He gets a desk, a monthly paycheck
A cliche at best, well who could blame him?
We need citizens in America
He calls his wife, tells her he's home
He's all alone out there in the city
Flips through his history book
Sissy man or mystery crook
How can you blame him?
We need history in America
Studies the gone
Can't even taunt the ghost of a man who wants a part in this
People kill kids, nobody kills the archivist
Boss calls his desk, says she's depressed
Nameless in the same queue
"I get home, ignore my friends, mind my shelves, side-eye the fence
I'm sorry to vent"
Well, who could blame you
We need breathing room in America
Packs a box of correspondence
Handed a gilded bedpan
Metadata, tagging keywords
Helping to find their Rembrandts
Tasked with the grave
Kill or be killed, save what cannot be saved
It is endless
People kill kids, nobody kills the archivist
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James W. Marshall
03:40
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I didn't picture that guy destroying my car with his truck on my way home
I didn't picture dodging my mom's text when she offered two grand through a cell phone
I didn't picture living a life in debt cause I lived a year on a credit card
I didn't picture Trapped inside that job where he paid me less than he said he was
You will never make a dime, even finding gold
I didn't picture things getting so dark and sobering up at 22
I didn't picture spending time without healthcare, thing I learned is plenty do
I didn't picture losing all that art when my laptop went and it bit the dust
I didn't picture hating extroverts cause one extrovert colonized my trust
You will never make a dime, even finding gold
I didn't picture alienating you when I came home from work and I felt so sick
I didn't picture not being able to follow through and have a kid by 26
I didn't picture going nowhere fast, watching my peers from the bottom floor
I didn't picture hiding from the world in my 20s
Oh yeah, come and get me
You will never make a dime, even finding gold
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Civil War
00:50
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Food
02:31
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My heart is like a basement: quiet eyes, entertainment
Pillow talk, annoy you
Check the time to disappoint you
Tell me what to do, I'll run out and pick up food
Tell me all your problems
Call you dumb, incompetent
Act against your interest in your cart, in your wishlist
You don't want the truth
You are what you are in food
And though our history's halved in two
Happiness is having this exactly as what's having it is too
$11/hour
Walk-in fridge, hop in shower
Work is sentimental
Work is hard
Gentle, gentle
Happiness is you, happiness is handling food
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World War II (Giddy Up)
02:05
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Pity us with the big white house and the casket values, grandpa's tapshoes
He's an old man dead in the ground
But the boy kissed you yesterday afternoon
Giddy up with your old conflicts, with your politics
What is your next move? Haven't seen since World War II
Wrap him up in the flags of the south
Give him food for his trip, give him food for his mouth
Tell your folks that the boy's got you swinging from the beams
Dinner table hate, dinner table dreams
Giddy up with your busted shins, with your traditions
What is your next move? Haven't seen since World War II
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When I'm 64
02:54
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When I'm 64, I'll love my job
When I'm 64, I'll comb my hair every morning
When I'm 64, I'll keep in touch with everyone
And I'll have forgotten you
I'll be over you
When I'm 64, I'll still feel young
When I'm 64, my parents will still be alive
When I'm 64, my skin will be as clear as when I left
And I'll have forgotten you
I'll be over you
When I'm 64, won't have regrets
When I'm 64, won't think of you when I undress
When I'm 64, won't think about your hands against my chest, your back against my car that night outside your house
I'll have forgotten you
I'll be over you
You'll be long gone
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I Don't Want You Back
04:16
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Break of dawn so I call your number
Lots of 6s, I remember
Said I'm done with the silver spoons
Still in bed in the afternoon
So much freedom in loneliness
I'm reading Camus, yeah Myth of Sisyphus
Ain't got no grudge, ain't got no torch
I'm leaving shit on your mom's front porch
I don't have time for the stress I guess
I'm doing new things and I'm very depressed
What was that thing? With your job?
It's going great, you work a lot
My brother's calling cause he needs my keys
I call my mom cause I need money
I have my books, I have my pride
I sit at home and I look outside
I think I'm done with rotten moods
Laziness, fatty foods
Fill up the fridge with Diet Coke, go for a jog, have a smoke
I go online and change my pic
I'm a new man--hey, that was quick
Update my status with something cool
Look up my girlfriend from middle school
I'll meet some girl at my cafe
The coffee's bad, music's okay
Or maybe someone driving Lyft
Say I'm single, leave a tip
So much to do, so many opportunities
When I get paid I'll go get groceries
Might be in debt and never shave
Might be depressed and self-important
But it'll say over my grave that I was never boring
And I don't want you back
And I don't want you back
And I don't want you back
And I don't want you back
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Hey Bluebird
04:34
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Hey Redwood, seems like it's been forever
Hey Redwood, be strong
Time to end your song
Seems like it's time to say it, time to say so long
Hey White Horse, I can hardly hear you
Hey White Horse, come back
Time to hit the sack
Where have you run to, White Horse?
Off into the black
Hey Bluebird, the leaves are falling slowly
Hey Bluebird, it's time, time to make your climb
The leaves are falling, Bluebird
Time to say goodbye
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