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Ghost in the City
04:18
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rest your petals on my laurels i could fix you if you wanted me to
but those thorns on your lips are keeping me from telling you why
i'm so afraid to die
i'd forgotten what it felt like to be a ghost in the city
sleeping in and hiding from old friends
but i could be there for you
if you wanted me to
but in the meantime i'll be biting my lips nervously
timings never right for things like these
so tonight i'll be packing my emotional baggage
trying to keep it light
packing up my baggage i'll be on the next flight
packing up my baggage trying to make it light
packing up my baggage i'll be on the next flight
you don't have to be alone every weekend
constantly checking your phone for stimulation
then comes the remembrance of when
'let's hang out' was more than just empty conversation
ask me my advice i'll be up all night
talking about something laughing about nothing
just to make sure you're alright
but in the meantime, i'll be biting my lip until it bleeds
timings never right for things like these
so tonight i'll be packing my emotional baggage
trying to keep it light
packing up my baggage i'll be on the next flight
packing up my baggage trying to keep it light
packing up my baggage
i thought i heard you say goodbye, when all i wanted to hear was goodnight
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you follow me around even though your feet haven't left the ground
like a dog in a cage at the pound
can't find an owner, now were both loners
or maybe we've always been trying our best to fit in
you're like a dog to its owner and i've got a treat but you're not coming over
stuck on the leash around the tree behind my house
and all of these awkward interactions are going out of fashion
and you're haunting my dreams and so is she
my old winter coat is falling apart at the seems, and so am i, or so it seems
so it goes, it's unraveling and youre babbling about some band you got into first
and i know i know i know i'm the worst when i don't know who's hand is in my pocket, who's heart is in my locket
all of these affections follow me and i can't stop it. i guess i like it.
now youre gone. can't be found. but your ghost still haunts the bedroom across town. where we would talk to loud about the things that didn't matter and i left long ago but your ghost is there long after
i found your shirt in my dirty clothes, i have yet to fold. it's been weeks. and it reminded me of all of your unfixable leaks.
yeah it's been awhile, i haven't slept in weeks, what ya think?
i should of seen it when the red in your face turned to blue in your laughter
and yeah, it still lingers long after, you're still wrapped around my finger. in unromantic ways, i know you don't feel the same.
but i hope things are ok
following me even though your shoes won't move
stuck to me like glue
now it's starting to harden and your apart from me.
i beg your pardon, please
i'm doing fine all the time
i'm doing fine all the time
i'm doing fine all the time
not worried about you because youre sleeping next to someone new
and i found ways to fall asleep without you
i'm fine all the time, hoping you're alright.
when i saw you, your face looked like stone but still felt like home.
and i'll be fine all the time, if you're alright
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Zoë Loner
04:13
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Lovely
05:29
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it's dark out
this cigarette is almost through
it's hard to believe we're under the same moon
in our separate bedrooms
that connect somehow
i'm feeling less lonely when you make me smile
lying on a beach somewhere, without a care
but with you
i'm trying not to stare
but i'm daydreaming about playing with your hair
i dont know what i would lose
but i'd be cool just to gain you
because you are so lovely
are you thinking of me?
you are so lovely
hearing your breathing behind a computer screen
would fit the prescriptions the doctors can't seem to fill
and i would kill just to hold your hand
lay in the sand
be your biggest fan
cause you are so lovely
are you thinking of me?
you are so lovely
and despite my fear of dying
which includes a fear of flying
i'd fly across the sea
just to feel you touch me
cause trust me, it's worth all the anxiety
cause you are so lovely
you are so cute
feelin' like i got nothing to lose
you're just like a brand new pair of shoes
loveeeelyyy
looooveeellyyy
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5. |
Willie Nelson the Dog
00:50
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Zoë Stone New Orleans, Louisiana
Simple songs. Shitty recordings. A lot of feelings. Catchy tunes. "spoiled yuppie punk"
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