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Free Like a Fish
04:01
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do you miss the way I'd tell you you look pretty when you're blind
or the way I'd never hold your arm when we walked side by side
cause you never need an reason when you answer with your pride
a good habit, it will stand the test of time
in a dream I saw your mother in a crowd all dressed in black
she was tough as I remembered, spitting even as she wept
in the morning when I woke up, all the streets were filled with cracks
and I knew right then that you weren't coming back
isn't it still me that you need
and what was it you really needed from me
isn't this all what it means to be free
what it means to be free,
free like a dog from a leash
so I hope you get the picture and see the difference in-between
what's pulling out your teeth and what's just numbing up your cheek
a good woman makes you hungry but they got pills that make you sleep
so when they look concerned, you tell them that there's no need.
cause it isn't like I need it like I needed it before
It's just hard to find the thread when you're not needed anymore
so in the morning when you wake up and your holding who you love
I hope you feel that child tugging at your arm
he'll say
Isn't it still me that you need
and what was it you really needed from me
isn't this all what it means to be free
What it means to be free,
free like a fish, from the sea
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Full of It
03:35
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it's true
I probably hit it a bit too hard
falling asleep in the neighbor's yard
when I woke up it had run from me
but sleep
never came to me so easily
praying your name like the rosary
and don't you walk away from me
we
we were fifteen when I bit my tongue
and you swallowed all of your confidence
what a difference that has made for us
cause you are so full of it
nobody believes you when you make it out like that
at least I can say for sure I never have
it's true
and I know that I've had a bit to drink
but I think you dance like a weathervane
you don't move, something it moves you
and you
you'd probably tell me that I was wrong
but that is the beauty of writing songs
honey you don't get that luxury
cause you are so full of it
nobody believes you when you make it out like that
at least I can say for sure I never have
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Thick Black Paint
03:22
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I saw a face
buried hot and heavy in a pillow case
when I came awake
there was an empty space where a woman I knew was laid
I made the trade
my pride for blurred lines and apathy
but I know the game
you got two white pills, I got a bucket of thick black paint
thick black paint
so what does it take
to burn a hole straight through you and the wall you made
well I found a way
you got two white pills I got a bottle of anything
anything
for every fever dream on a bathroom floor
There's a broken lock on a bathroom door
for every hour spent in a plastic mold
there's an hour left and an hour more
for every tired step in the autumn cold
there's a word that's kept in a closed up throat
for every half lid stare at bare white wall
there's the selfish fear that I need it all
well I don't tend to sleep that well when you're around
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Before Long
04:24
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make me a throne, make me a bed along the wall
what makes a man equate the need to sleep with giving up
make me a stone, heavy as lead on the length of your arm
what makes a man begin to need everything you are
I made an end, I made amends, I was made unafraid
tucked fast asleep and in-between your shoulder blades
tying a rope to something I know with a name I can't place
digging a hole straight down to where that woman lays
saying
"Don't touch me
You'll cut your hands, you'll see
before long"
I made a ladder, I'm making a way to cut back through
when I get back I'm making you take me back up to the roof
and your brother's there and he's fixed up the rope you used to use
To get up to where everything was small and there was nothing to lose
So don't run from me
Cause I get tired so easily you'll see
before long
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Noah Young Valencia, Spain
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