1. |
Jane
03:38
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You can say what you want,
I'm not listing no more,
drag my name through the mud,
This whole kingdom is yours
And you can touch who you please
Hold them down till they bleed,
They don't know your lure is just the shore
To the darkest of seas
Jane was my hera
with a head like a storm
but now holding my pride like a prize is all,
is all that she knows
So I put up my hands,
And I met your demands,
Shut my mouth, and played so well
with the games that we had
So you can drag my clean name,
Straight through the mud
I won't put up no guard,
There's no blood on this sword
Jane was my hera
with a head like a storm
but now holding my pride like a prize is all,
is all that she knows
And if you need me,
Don't look around,
I was 500 miles away,
When the hammer fell down
And if I see you,
Lurk in this crowed,
I'll smile 'cause I know that your smile,
Is all you've got now
Jane was my hera
with a head like a storm
but now holding my pride like a prize is all,
is all that she knows
And now holding my pride like a prize is all,
Is all that she shows
Holding my pride like a prize is all,
is all that she knows
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2. |
Diary
04:13
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I only love you,
'Cause I haven't read your diary yet,
And I haven't had the chance to lose my head,
Inside of yours
You only want me,
'Cause I told you I could hold my own
On the front line, of a broken home
But darling I,
I will ruin you.
Just give me time.
I've got a friend who lives inside.
The darkest part of me
And he's a prodigy.
He doesn't wanna let you breathe
He writes fiction in my sleep
I'm trying to get him to leave
'Cause when I'm with him I'm the widow of my dreams
Without him I'm a willow without leaves.
I only want you,
'Cause you paint a pretty picture of my face
So much nicer than the images that chase,
The windows that I pass.
You only need me,
''Cause you've got a friend who's just like mine
Who told you I would keep you warm when you cry.
But darling I,
I will ruin you.
Just give me time.
I've got a friend who lives inside.
The darkest part of me
And he's a prodigy.
He doesn't wanna let you breathe
He writes fiction in my sleep
I'm trying to get him to leave
'Cause when I'm with him I'm the widow of my dreams
Without him I'm a willow without leaves.
I only love you,
'Cause I haven't read your diary yet.
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3. |
Lily and the Vagabonds
03:33
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Tim OT Richmond, UK
At the bottom of the morning standing tall.
Upbeat, sad, downbeat and cheerful indie/folk/punk music.
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