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Highway Song
04:07
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The morning light is thin and gray
I'm out the door I'm on my way
I'm sick of waking up at night
I pass a mack truck on the right
A hollow vessel fills with water
I'm always shocked how fast it sinks
I feel my insides getting bitter
With all the awful thoughts I think
I wanna be someone who's hurt and is still gentle
I still wear the same socks I did back then
Honey I was wrong to think that I'd be different
I'd be the only one who's will they wouldn't bend
And okay I will admit that I was startled
When that truck almost came crashing over me
I was on my way to work and it was early
I don't want the highway to be the last thing I ever see
So I promise to become a safer driver
I know the truck driver's just trying to get home
It's a long drive from Ohio to New Jersey
You get tired staring down the open road
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Lucky
03:31
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Cried in the parking lot of a rest stop in Delaware
Trees opened up to the freeway to the sky
Choking on bile staring down an orange heat lamp
God let me find someplace to lay my body down
Down
Gave up again doubled over in the passenger seat
I wanted to throw up but I kept everything down
I wanted to rot cause then I'd finally be empty
Go on and do it baby put me in the ground
I know I'm ungrateful so here's a thank you
Thank you, thank you, thank you
I know I'm so lucky I get to ruin everything
The grace of god is a disease most of the days
The grace of god is the fluorescence on my face
The grace of god is the fluorescence on my face
the fluorescence on my face
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I spent so long watching my back
I felt so safe, forgot to check
The heat of your hand around my neck
You can't find god in someone's mouth
I opened mine, nothing came out
Eating a plum, taking a sip
Wiping the juice off of your lips
Oh crooked teeth, back of my hand
I don't have the nerve, I don't understand
Valley below, shadow of death
Echo of light, echo of breath
Heat of your hand
Hand around my neck
Around my neck
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4. |
Goodbye For Now
03:55
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Driving out to the sun, fingernail, broken thumb
I would die missing you
Early moon in the sky, afternoon slipping by
In the blue I'd escape to
Night fall soft now
Wait until the stars come out
Warm breeze cuts still
I sweat I breathe I want I will
Moon is still falling slow, tell me yes, tell me no
In the sky shimmering, with it's eyes glistening
As the world spins around, say goodbye just for now
Breathing out, folding in
One three six nine
Letting go another time
Chest rings empty
Shelter's all a body needs
Tell me what's right
Sing at the half light
Speak all hushed now
To a figure I can't make out
When you leave me, sneak out while I'm still asleep
Fly bites my arm, I always try to do no harm
When you leave me, sneak out while I'm still asleep
Blood leaves my vein, the healing always goes the same
The healing always goes the same
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Soup Dreams Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
soup infinity in philadelphia
emma kazal - bass/vocals
nigel law - drums
isaac shalit - guitar/vocals
winnie malcarney - guitar
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