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Tourniquet
02:37
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I'm a fan of rearview mirrors so I can see what I've passed, but
You haven't popped up for a while.
You always said that things would get better, I guess I still believe you,
I guess I still hear your voice and see your smile.
Cut off the circulation so I don't bleed you out just yet.
Fasten the tourniquet so I don't have to forget.
You live life polarized, and I am far too moderate, yeah,
Oil and water won't mix.
All the king's horses and all of his men told me
Add us to the list of things you won't fix.
Cut off the circulation so I don't bleed you out just yet.
Fasten the tourniquet so I don't have to forget.
The world tried to bury you and I dug you up every time,
You know that I meant every word I said.
I think you like to play the damsel in distress, but, boy,
I'd like to be the woman again.
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2. |
The Task
02:49
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Watch the light fade; watch the day pass.
Look, the sky’s a deeper shade of what I thought I’d never ask.
Watch me leave you like you left me,
Retribution’s not as sweet as everyone said it would be.
Watch your mouth, please, you know how I feel.
Those words, you don’t need- if you want to speak, say something real.
Watch us sink back into that awful routine:
Each pretend the other’s fine, their vitals, strong, the lungs, pristine.
I packed you in a box and stored you under my bed, but
Your words kept sneaking out and crawling into my head, if
I had a stronger lock, then maybe you’d still be dead, but
You’re breathing, you’re breathing.
Watch the shadows, they’ll show you secrets.
Everyone knows in the light is where we hide regrets.
Watch the trees shift with the river,
Maybe if you love her then you don’t have to forgive her.
I packed you in a box and stored you under my bed, but
Your words kept sneaking out and crawling into my head, if
I had a stronger lock, then maybe you’d still be dead, but
You’re breathing, you’re breathing.
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Break
04:27
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In your own words, you are the luckiest man to ever roam the earth.
In your own words, you are the saddest man alive.
In your own words, I am the greatest one who ever came around.
In your own words, I look far better far from your eyes.
In my own words, the tears and years we shed can't sever the ties.
In my own words, I need to move on.
In my own words, you are the most beautiful of all my mistakes.
In my own words, I always knew you were wrong.
How many hearts can you carry in your pocket?
How do I open it after you've locked it?
Catch my breath; I can't see you yet.
All that I would forget if you'd let me.
How many hearts can you carry in your pocket?
How do I open it after you've locked it?
Catch my breath; I can't see you yet.
All that I would forget if you'd let me.
Back away; all that I cannot say.
You are the heart I break and leave empty.
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Etymology
03:57
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The sun has long since gone to bed, and I, too, long to rest my head, but
I've still 50 miles to drive.
My days have been spent wandering to where I am from where I've been;
I guess that's what it means to be alive.
By now, you should have learned.
Hearts have broken, bridges, burned.
Don't use words unless you know their meaning.
Supreme powers of audiation,
Many unheard conversations.
Don't use words unless you know their meaning.
The charismatic charlatan won't give up until he's won-
I fell dazed at his feet.
Fog thins, eventually, bloodshot eyes start to see,
But there's no point in standing when you're beat.
By now, you should have learned.
Hearts have broken, bridges, burned.
Don't use words unless you know their meaning.
Supreme powers of audiation,
Many unheard conversations.
Don't use words unless you know their meaning.
You should check your depth perception.
You didn't catch me.
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Rachel Ziolkowski Wisconsin
Rachel is a singer-songwriter, composer, and music educator in Wisconsin.
Her free time is often spent knitting or doing calligraphy.
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