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Golden Palms
01:26
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My hide is coated with a foreign film
dust the pollen from your nose
my insolence exposed
To mend all them broken water holes
with the golden palms that fold like watered women
did my heart stop beating young?
But why did the menaced heart still drum?
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Does he dream about your heart?-
to be its tired heir
its best to measure one by one
the things you couldn't love
If he dreams about your hair is it all he dreams about?
By the hand of shivered water
our eyes can be in love
a brazen claw
a plague of pleading dogs
(curse this heart)-
"May the palms of broken daughters strike you down!"
My dear Maria
i'm going to lure them out
You were the first born matron of a fallen land i can't pronounce
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Purpose
02:19
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Oh love,
there is no tire to your name
all the dirt in this dusty hollow-
spring time for your heart
for all them parched little mouths
Be a part
i can't be apart from your love
from all them tired little eyes
In the hour of misguided nights
that rest in my palm
there'll be no idle
no more lonesome
for my heart can't go where it is sent from
it can't stand where it is crippling
so farewell my love.
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When the ghost beside my bedpost disappears
telling ink that knows no purpose
picture me
Are my hands unclean,
is this soiled heart too much?
Whispered words once seemed familiar
return
Tangled limbs that mend together still burn
Do his eyes burn brighter beneath your arm?
take his hand and clasp together
'Steady child you'll find another...'
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Swallows
02:07
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Teenage Heart
01:39
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And if your heart is an island of itself
i'd be the sugar on your tongue
Them jealous eyes are gone
i'd be the sugar on your tongue
When indicisive beauty is enough
i'd be the sugar on your tongue
Oh! My jealous heart,
i'd be the sugar on your tongue
What a mess we've become
i'd be the sugar on your tongue
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Wake
02:05
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Promise
01:50
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Oh love
if you ever come
i will write you a letter or sitxy-nine love songs
and i wont keep it all tucked away
So know if you gotta know
that my heart is my keeper
(and keep away)
cause i can't keep it all tucked away
Survive, oh survive this night!
we're just sticks in the water
my soul is cleansed
If you keep it all
(be;)
my keeper,
my prey
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Parterre
01:14
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