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July
03:19
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You saw my dreams
They don't mean a thing
It's the morning, the morning
When this life begins
Will you be my twin
And let the dawn in, the dawn in?
I can't break up the years at all
I can't walk back through burning halls
I've just recovered from the fall
All I know is they're gone, they're gone
Deep in the night
Treating you right
It's the lonely, the lonely
But it's still July
So don't start to cry
And don't bore me, don't bore me
I can't break up the years at all
I can't walk back through burning halls
I've just recovered from the fall
All I know is they're gone, they're gone
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The Pantry
03:11
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And when you breathe right through me
I'll gladly act like somebody else
The first seat at The Pantry
Can whisper more about myself
And when you walk above me
It's the morning that I dread to smell
But tonight you're dancing
And I can feel your footsteps here in hell
Sometimes the jealous kill me like they should
I wish they would
Sometimes the homeless remind me of where I stood
And when your beauty surrounds me
I'm as helpless as a moonless day
So can you please stop shouting?
I can see my plate of bacon and eggs
Sometimes the jealous kill me like they should
I wish they would
Sometimes the homeless remind me of where I stood
And it'll do me good
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Tuesday
02:21
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My crime was loving someone new
When Tuesday skies were blue
But I think it's my pursuit
Yeah I've chased the dragons, Luce
It's true, I'll never break for you
My world had fallen out of view
It can't belong to you
But I don't know what to do
Yeah, I'll find some brand new shoes
But It's true, I'll never break for you
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October
03:08
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Echoes wrapped around your arms
20-something feels so wrong
Tell me the verses are too long
Every time I sing this song
October usually makes me cry
We're all victims of our time
Fill your grocery bags alone
How the succulents have grown
Don't gas me up
I've laughed enough to settle down
You'll pass me up without luck
I hope you drown
It's a joke, I take it back
It's compassion that I lack
Count the rings around the trunk
Before pronouncing me a punk
Spirit worlds will hardly show
If you love it let it go
I know you've heard all that before
I don't care who's keeping score
Don't gas me up
I've laughed enough to settle down
You'll pass me up without luck
I hope you drown
It's a fantasy I've made
It's a forfeit of the game
Need you to tell me that I'm wrong
Every time I sing this song
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Enjoy It
01:40
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When you say you wanna kill yourself
And turn it into a joke
It's a warning, a warning
And a cry for help
When you spend your days getting high
And avoiding your life
It's a problem, a problem
To see your pupils so wide
When you're looking at a winter sky
And you waste another day
Keep on ticking before they chase you away
But you tell me that you made a plan
And you showed me the rope
Well I'm willing, willing
To proofread your note
So go ahead and hit that joint
And smoke your sorrows away
But enjoy it, enjoy it
And hear what I've got to say
When you're looking at a winter sky
And you waste another day
Keep on ticking before they chase you away
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Morning Harvester Los Angeles, California
Singer/songwriter
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