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a soft, unspoken kind
01:40
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i think that you're an alien cause you can read my mind
i wish i was an astronaut and id find where you came from
and all this yellow haze that surrounds you
why don't we both just run away to coastal California cayucos or elk
why dont you ever catch my eye hell maybe thats a good thing cause i feel so ashamed
when everything thing i do
is to impress you
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Paralian
02:52
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shes got me hanging on to every little sound that comes
she opens her mouth; i dont ever want to close these eyes
sunlights dripping from her tongue-it stains the color in my cheeks
i dont have words for her, still i wish shed speak to me
blush; thats all i want
could you ever realize all that we could be
I would throw it out
all i ever understood that came with life at sea
though i asked for it im not wanting it
trapped against the window as were staring at the rain
wondering if theres any others who begin to feel the same
how this seed could grow; well, your lucky im inherently this cold
no, tell me why
i cant seem to put you out of mind
o permeate my soul - ill never let this go
i could die two thousand times you know
but id never tell; im too brave to tell
as the world falls apart, wars will rage rivers flood eden bleeds
wed escape it all, turn our backs and live a humble life at see
though im wanting it
im not brave enough
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(i play chess with God)
04:05
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steam across the water i hope this finds you
when i dont know where i am at all trace my bread crumbs through the mall
meet me at an alter - alter ego waiting on call
when i dont know where i am at all i hope htsi finds you
my namesake city she sleeps with a fan on wwindows cracked and stripped under a single sheet
im right there with her we listen to traffic quiet night im alone on the west end
georgetown girls withe their brat pack boys
they all give me a second look but its not the one in movies
lead me to the river where i play chess with God
i fake it liek i have a plan but we both know i just stall
i cant helping laughing at these suits and ties turn their eyes to monuments and pioneers
but im no better with my intentions its no use no
i think that i could be a beach boy when i pretend that i wrote thats not me
all this city ever raised is faded under lights down the avenue
but i know better than all the others kills youto survive in the west end
no my passion has warped with the yemeles men who freck here among the dogs
but its illecebrous all the power when did i go blind in the west end
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Swim Team
03:57
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i never was strong in the way that i wanted -awkward on courts like a sad queer dog
but when i was little i used to fly through the water past the coaches whoscreamed out ur doin it wrong
now i step back with my my hands on my knees and wonder what i believed when my legs would burn
time clock stopped as i treaded by the wall now i wait for that agahthist kid to return
what does it mean when the trumpets are playingdo u lose urself first in the flex of a knee
how many times does it feel like ur dropped is it worse if theres a bottom to hit
do you think that im uncool i piss in bottles for a story to tell
im that dumb little kid with bandanas on his face tryna be like ur movie
sometimes i hate my friends witht their 1D geometry brains
you rotate a plain and discover the faces ina stormy polyhedronal sea
no im not pretty when i brush my teeth but somehow you clean yours next to me
white foam drips through the gap inmy grin while i look in the mirror at you smiling at me
and im ot slly when i take your sheets but somehow you lie here next to me
hand rests wierd in the crease in your neck but you tell me not to move away
weve no ide what the hell well become and money means something but were not sure what
is it selfish of me to think only of you is it selfish to want you only to want me
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Fun At Camp Atlanta, Georgia
Fun at Camp is Dominic Cristiano, an independent songwriter from the Midwest.
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