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Surprises
02:37
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face the other way
while i'm negotiating with your certainty
when you leave i feel it fighting
pulling off the path you're weaving
guessing at your meaning when you say
you're a fool for the ages
i'm still feeling like a prophet
i just need a minute
'cause it's hard to keep in contact
with the vision
do you hear me waiting
could it sound enticing
hard luck getting older
while the water runs so high
that we're all acting out romances under pressure
when you dream, the filtered light
it looks like false predictions coming true
will you remind me of my breathing
i'm still searching for a berth
to tie me down behind the words
but the shape of what's below me
isn't clear
can i trust in fortune now
can we leave surprises
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Gold Little Things
01:48
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gold little things
they know exactly what you want
and they shine their pretty rings
across the block
summer in the pines
i know it's different every time
but it always sounds like dying
when you talk
keep your eyes closed at the intersection
shake away the traffic signals and the advertisements
walk on in your sleep
on your own
your head to keep
your gold little things
they're better off imaginary
i'm halfway disappearing
in the street
winter's turning over
and you know you're gonna freeze
waiting for the crossing light
to be released
keep your eyes on me in the deposition
turn your heart away from expert medical opinions
walk along the pavement
drinking in the rain
you'll make them see
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Hell Trash Chicago, Illinois
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