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Lovers With Empty Hands
03:49
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You don't mean to, but you shake me up
See the love that was sediment rise to the top
I'm frothing over, overflowing my cup
Would you love me if I loved you enough?
Love is fire, my love is steam
Wish love was water, wish love was clean
My love is ashes, my love is clouds
Beautiful, evaporated, out of bounds
When my body lies in the cold deep ground
Will I be anything but a memory
Safe and sound in your head, alive when I'm dead
Would you love me if I loved you enough?
Love is fire, my love is steam
Wish love was water, wish love was clean
My love is ashes, my love is clouds
Beautiful, evaporated, out of bounds
We are lovers, we are lovers
With empty hands
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Green Thumb
04:56
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Unearthing old emotions laid low
Or letting them grow, I don't know
I lost the original thought through the seasons
Maybe we locked this door for a reason
I planted this garden a long time ago
Let it grow
I heard love was a flower, just so you know
Let it grow
I planted this garden a long time ago
Let it grow
I heard love was a flower, just so you know
Let it grow
Can we allow this sprout to flourish?
If we handle with care, keep it watered and nourished
Or is this feeling a weed, an unwanted seed?
Am I a lost young man with an unwelcome need?
I planted this garden a long time ago
Let it grow
I heard love was a flower, just so you know
Let it grow
I planted this garden a long time ago
Let it grow
Ricky said love is a flower, how did he know?
Let it grow
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Waterboarding
03:28
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Let's have a heart to heart
I'll give you a signed confession
I wanted to hurt you, but what could I do?
You're breaking my heart in two
I'm breathing water, not breathing air
I'm breathing water, not breathing air
Well of course they're gonna get, they're gonna get what they want
Information is vital, so oxygen is not
And the truth drugs didn't work, or breaking my legs
But if you're going to make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs
I'm breathing water, not breathing air
I'm breathing water, not breathing air
I'm breathing water, not breathing air
I'm breathing water, not breathing air
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Ghettobird
06:14
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You don't see the rose, you just feel the thorn
You don't live you life, but when it ends you mourn
You don't love the kitten, you just fear it's claws
You don't love your friends, you just see their flaws
You can clip my wings, but I'll still find a way to fly
You can thieve my love and I won't be afraid to cry
On a list of my sins, I don't know where to begin
I spin my wings and look up to the sky
Or stay down low, stay down low,
Stay down low, stay down low
So I, so I can see the look in your eyes
You don't see the night, you just feel the cold
You don't gain in wisdom, you just get old
You don't taste the apple, you just feel the bruise
You don't love your friends, you just feel used
You can clip my wings, but I'll still find a way to fly
You can thieve my love and I won't be afraid to cry
On a list of my sins, I don't know where to begin
I spin my wings and look up to the sky
Or stay down low, stay down low,
Stay down low, stay down low
So I, so I can see the look in your eyes
So I can see the look in your eyes
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Where Sails Meet Rails Tacoma, Washington
An indie rock group of proud Pacific Northwest natives. A tight three piece with intelligent arrangement and exceptional musicianship. A dynamic singer with a focus on lyrics, poetry, and meaning. An open love letter to rock music.
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