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Poke Through
02:51
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and as my world gets older, its placing more boulders on my shoulder now
and judging by the sound, here comes the avalanche knocking me down
throughout all the malicious phases and gazes the days they roll on
kick it like a song, let the verse flow and sing it when the chorus comes on
but sometimes it never does, so write your own ending ya must and yes
i think i have the lust to make a great thing out of the dust and
I feel it piling up it's enough, but somehow I will poke through
and that's the same yearning, that yearns for me to keep learning
about the things I love, about the things that I used to think of so
this ones for the stragglers the lollygaggers learning shit while wasting their time, you don't have to be hunched over a desk all day to expand your mind
Chorus
and as my world gets older, its placing more boulders on my shoulder now
and judging by the sound, here comes the avalanche knocking me down but, if you look to your left, on a good day you may catch me at my best just frolicking, acknowledging my skills that still need polishing, tryna push it sideways, but people keep demolishing it down, I found that as a child, everything was just a bit more mild we had the fight to see and the rhythm to breath.
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Grace
03:04
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I know where you get your clothes from
Walk around at night and pick your scarf up off the ground
Wrap it ‘round your cold neck
One night you come to my doorstep
Crying ‘bout your friend she let you down
She’s in my bed now
Hide yourself and ride yourself to heaven where you’ll find yourself
and find a happy boy who is not me
Hide yourself and ride yourself to heaven where you’ll find yourself
and find a happy boy who is not me
Do not find disgrace in
burning trees across your face it’s
burning your red lips
and they no longer live
Do not blame our sorrow on those who
Borrow your happiness it brings you
Down but not out
Hide yourself and ride yourself to heaven where you’ll find yourself
and find a happy boy who is not me
Hide yourself and ride yourself to heaven where you’ll find yourself
and find a happy boy who is not me
Take yourself to a higher place
Display your love on a shelf
And find your own grace
Sweet sound moves from ear to ear
But it is seeping out my dear
And your words no longer have meaning
Hide yourself and ride yourself to heaven where you’ll find yourself
and find a happy boy who is not me
Hide yourself and ride yourself to heaven where you’ll find yourself
and find a happy boy who is not me
Hide yourself and ride yourself to heaven where you’ll find yourself
and find a happy boy who is not me
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At Least For A While
04:14
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if i were a snowman and i were to fall
i'd lay on the pavement and have a ball
at least for a while
if the days get warm, i'd melt away
in the drains i would play
at least for a while
i know i'm young, but i know the steps are never ending
so i'm gonna laugh while i'm caught midway
if i were a snowman and i were to fall
i'd lay on the pavement, fall into a trance
say fuck it let's dance
so it seems there are no guarantees
swing back, swing forward on this trapeze
with no release
i know i'm young, but i know the steps are never ending
so i'm gonna laugh while i'm caught midway
and i know i'm young, but i really can't see beginnings or endings
so i'm gonna laugh while i'm caught midway
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Juniper
05:26
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Step on leaves so you don’t see them
You are more impressed with the ones in my hand
Laugh softly
Juniper return to my head
Handsome trees and handsome people
I can finally ignore
Talk to henry
Make the word our chalkboard
Draw our own world beneath our toes
Dancing feet trace the cold
Walk me through your world
Pretend like we are growing old
Inversion frees your colors
Balance cures mine
Red, yellow, blue, in our bodies
Clear my mind, empty
Sit by the stream
Let our sticks, float underneath
Yours comes second, mine first
We both, we both, we both win
Draw our own world beneath our toes
Dancing feet trace the cold
Walk me through your world
Pretend like we are growing old
We are growing old…
Draw our own world beneath our toes
Dancing feet trace the cold
Walk me through your world
Pretend like we are growing old
Draw our own world beneath our toes
Dancing feet trace the cold
Walk me through your world
Pretend like we are growing old
We are growing old
We are growing old
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