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There Are Ghosts
01:16
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I'm not screaming as loud as I'm dying
But since you're judging
I'll start running
Sing to me like you used to
Sing to me and put me to sleep I'm gonna put me to sleep
I'm still a child, and there are ghosts
And you're a ghost
There are ghosts.
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Statistically sorry for the last album we wrote
Sincerely sorry for missing the notes
It was love
They were loved
And they promised the world
Puppy dog tails, kisses and girls
Behind my cigarette I'll make my last bet
To keep our words wet
So the contracts can be met
It's a joke
They promised the world
They promised the world
Promise the kisses, promise the girls
And the make mistakes
They make mistakes
Nothing is sweeter, nothing is sweeter
Nothing is sweeter than filling those dreams to the brim
With hope, and home
Nothing is sweeter than realizing those dreams
Are false ideas of love
So rewire the mainframe, the contracts that bind us
That keep us together
Are a joke
That's life in a hospital
They promised the world
They promised the world
Puppy dog tails,those kisses and girls
And they make mistakes
They make mistakes
Nothing is sweeter, nothing is sweeter
Nothing is sweeter than filling those dreams to the brim
With hope, and home
Nothing is sweeter than realizing those dreams
Are false ideas of love
So rewire the mainframe, the contracts that bind us
That keep us together
Are a joke
That's life in a hospital
Selfishly, selfishly selfishly, selfish
Rewire Your contract
You check the pulse
It's life in a hospital
And I'm out like the winds
Dangerously speaking on behalf of the polar bears
A chorus of crickets harmonize
And they resonate to explode
It's up like me, on my knees, they sting like bees
Three years and counting waiting for this idea love
Selfishly consumed in love
Three years and counting waiting for this idea love
Love (I buried the box with your name)
Love (I buried the box and your name)
It's life in a hospital
It's love, love, love, love, love
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Sleep Little Nemo
You're covered in leaves
You're digging too deep
So Sleep Little Nemo
You won't have an alibi
For what the cops will find
Their bullets aren't stopping anything
You can tell by the shine of my teeth
You have to get rid of the evidence
So dump her body
I can get out of anything
You'll call me by my first name
Houdini The Great
Oh run
Run Little Nemo
They're catching up
They're calling your bluff
Jump Little Nemo
You don't have to sleep In order to dream
The cops will find a horrific sight
Of Nemo's bride at the bottom of the lake
And when they saw her open mouth
They looked inside and saw the note that Nemo wrote
(It entails)
With love, with love, with love, with love
With love, with love, with love, with love
With love, with love, with love, with love
Uh oh
My love, my love, my love, my love
My love, my love, my love, my love
I am sorry I missed you
(I missed you...)
Oh Little Nemo
Oh I know Little Nemo
Now it's time to Sleep
Now it's time to... sleep
But your bullets aren't stopping anything
He's dressed as the calico cat
Nemo's jumping to his death
I'm still here
You must call me by my first name
Houdini the Great
I'm spitting out bullets
I'm still here...
Hide the white dress
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Those are the dead stars
Those are the dead stars
You said you'd drown in my words
Pushed by the ink of my pen
Those Are the dead stars
He climbs to the highest branch of the tree
He won't come down; you need to cut him down
And now your shadows will know
Why your flowers won't grow
Those branches are denser than blood
Shoot him, shoot him, shoot him, shoot
Electric ink on a feather
Cleaned by the salt of the sea
I'll pass it on to the insects
So they can document me
Those are the dead stars
He climbs to the highest branch of the tree
He won't come down; you need to cut him down
And now your shadows will know
Why your flowers won't grow
We bludgeon the cut
To open the scab
We burn off our roots and pretend that we're sad
Repeat until we believe that this is the life that we lead
This is the life that we'll lead
This is the light that you'll keep
So John, get the gun
If this is the road
We'll have us some fun
We'll stay up all night and say our goodbyes
These are the dead stars that march by your eyes
Razors listen
We grind our teeth
Dig our plots
Ten feet deep
That way no one has any reason to complain
Caught by the spine
We complain
Those are the dead stars
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I'll dress you, I'll bless you
To make use of my singing muse
Believe me, it's not easy
I'll use my right hand
The one we're sinking in
Torrential pour of matadors
And escalators dead on elevators
Those words on the sun are meant for everyone
They're coded in puns and smelling like blood
She's screaming "Save me"
It's easy 'cause K is for kiss me
Save Me, oh save me
(Leave me alone)
I'm burning it down with my cigarettes
Look at me "One more drink and I'm done,"
Yeah right...
So kiss me
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Trophy Scars Morristown, New Jersey
Post-whatever, psych-soaked blues. Est. 2002, NJ.
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