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Too Many Moons
04:46
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No Place Like Home
04:43
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We’ll leave at dusk with only that which we can carry
Whatever’s left gets burned or buried
for if by chance we return
We’ll leave a note
To Whom It May Concern:
Fuck you and your front lawn
I’d rather die with my hands tied than holding a gun
There’s no place like home for collecting burdens
and conjuring ghosts that don’t know they’re dead
Soon there’s going to be a fight
and we’ll all have to choose sides
Like kids on the playground
But everyone’s hungry
There’s no place like home for collecting burdens
and conjuring ghosts that don’t know they’re dead
He insists that he’s just sick and I don’t have the heart
to tell him any different
It’s the way it’s been and the way it will be until we leave
We don’t need a mirror
We don’t need those pictures on the wall
We don’t need to see ourselves as we are now
to remember where we came from
We’ll leave at dusk with only that which we can carry
I’ll get the dog, you get the baby
and pray that there’s a god to light our way
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O, Evelyn...
02:56
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I Believe
06:11
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Hallelujah! I just found Jesus
Swimming at the bottom of the bottle
I keep crawling out of
He said You look familiar but I can't place your face
I said You look like hell
and that we used to hang at my mother's request
Hallelujah! I just found Jesus
Trying to save the world through the wet hands
and mouth of a girl
She's convinced me to stay in for as long as
we both shall live
(Or until one of us gets bored)
Have I been saved?
'Cause I feel the same
Dirty and tired
Can I be saved without having shame or remorse
for what I don't believe?
I offer up my humbled soul and my broken spirit
All those things that I can't control
The intangible bullshit to you, my Lord
I believe there is no white light
Somebody's mistaken or somebody lied
I believe there is only one truth
It resonates different in me and you
so don't try to sell me yours
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The Armoire
04:13
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An Animal
04:36
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No Language
04:09
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Mother's Milk Breath
05:03
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Owen Chicago, Illinois
Mike Kinsella. From Chicago, IL.
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