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Ukulele Precious
01:58
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every button done up
and flowers printed on
that shirt, it doesn't suit you
just like your new songs
because I remember ninth grade
and its muddy dance floors
watching you pick up change
and passing out on lawns
and when you left the city
well I never would have thought
that it might turn you pretty
didn't think either of us could grow up
it was all whisky and bong hits
when we were seventeen
but now you're ukulele precious
just sipping on your tea
now you're back in the city
but it's just my rotten luck
that you went and got pretty
such an ugly consequence of growing up
why'd you have to show me I'm still stuck?
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2. |
Marinette
03:55
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dear son in the snow
your survival is sure proof
that we're alone and we're unwatched
for I deserved a wrath visited upon me
for my faulty faith to my wife's grey eyes
now I know there's no reprise for relenting
to Lara's tempting
I'll say the words
now I'll make that solemn pledge
that I'll be hers in the ranks of death
cold girl in the sun
your demands are too much
but Lara, dear, will you remain
if I should fail to find the plane and its cargo
to save your soul?
but I said the words
she says, "all I ask is what you pledged
that you'll be mine in the ranks of death
be mine in death
in the arms of Marinette"
I said the words
I can't unmake that solemn pledge
so I'm still yours in the ranks of death
I'm yours in death
in the arms of Marinette
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3. |
Drowning Train
04:47
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though we never really said any fond farewells
last time was just coffee and we split the bill
now we're just shaking hands because you lost the thrill
but, I'll admit, those moments are staying with me still
oh you're so kind but...
no matter how gently
you're still letting me...
no matter how easy
you're still letting me...
down
and the passing train won't let me say the words I pray might change your mind
the rattling tracks make me hold back, keep up the act that I'm doing fine
oh you're so kind but...
no matter how gently
you're still still letting me...
no matter how easy
you're still letting me...
no matter how sweetly
you're still letting me...
no matter how easy
you're still letting me...
down
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