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Months
02:36
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Haven’t felt this way in three months
Sitting on the porch, warm beer in the sun
And I wonder if it’s this way for everyone
I know I’m not alone but I feel so alone
Decided I’m quitting yesterday
And yesterday was a month ago
Can’t do this anymore
Can’t feel this way anymore
You tell me just take it slow
Just wait a while but I always
Wait a while
A while a while
I think of you and long ago
What you said when it all fell through
That I don’t care about you
you blame me for your nightmares
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2. |
a piece of me is gone
02:18
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Oppressive nightmares
Relentlessly depressed
The planets dying
There’s a hole in my chest
You walk on by me
You hit me with your gaze
We are dying
More each day
I walk alone
Have for a while
A piece of me is gone
A piece of me is gone
I stopped reading
I don’t know what to do
I keep breathing
Keep breathing for you
I’m trying
I’m fighting
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to god
03:01
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Ive been reading the bible but I think it’s hurting me
Been combing through the pages looking for what to believe
I’m divorcing my body all it does is hurt me
I’m emancipating my mind I’m gonna get free
Drowning in a sea of medication
You smother me with obligation
I’m losing all my patience
I’m beginning to think you’re gunning for me
Singing on street corners hoping no one looks funny at me
Well “it’s up to me if I wanna believe”
Send me to hell if you wanna punish me
I’ve been living there for twenty years, living there for 20 years
Swimming in a flood of desperation
You turn away, say I’m abomination
Did you really love me or just my loyalty?
I’m beginning to think that you’re gunning for me, gunning for me
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National Disgrace
02:16
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Haven't you heard? It's a national disgrace
Children in detention, People dying on the streets
Then I saw yesterday, that's not what they're reporting on, again
It's a national disgrace.
Cause on the TV yesterday a cricketer fixed the game
But everything else stays the same
How are we living today?
Fake outraged over this national disgrace
Deaths in custody, indigenous people suffering
All they wanna talk about is sports and rorts of centreline
And I feel powerless to affect change
Cant even go to protests without being yelled at that fags are a national disgrace
It's a national disgrace
All the columnists say in The Age
Things that matter don't make front page
We're all outraged over the newest national disgrace
So we don't have to face the true national disgrace
Yeah we're smug over guns but who is that helping?
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Working
01:52
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I put on coffee for breakfast at 1pm
I get dressed swallow the unrest
So I start my day at 2pm
I hope I'll get up early the next
I know this isn't working
I know I should be working harder than this
You get out of bed at 6am
You say if I get up early, I'll reset
You can't help me anymore
You just shut the bedroom door
I say I just need to get some rest
But I need to fix my head
I need so many things
But I wish you'd come back to me
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6. |
Gut Feeling
02:28
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All these words but can't explain
Thesaurus is open, 1000 blank pages
Feel like I'm walking through a field of mirrors
Feel like I can't feel what I'm feeling
These gut feelings in my brain
I hope they won't stay
These gut feelings I don't know what is real
These gut feelings in my brain
My scholarship is worth nothing
A piece of paper can't prove nothing
When I can't explain myself
Can't break off the pages into my mouth
These gut feelings in my brain
I want them to go away
These gut feelings I don't know what is real
Got a gut feeling in my brain
I got a bad feeling, I don't know what it is
I got a gut feeling about you
Bad feelings don't know what to do
Gut feelings, gut feelings, gut feelings in my brain
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Dew
01:52
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Walking home after the dew has set everything’s glittering
Your love was the winter sun it’s warm but it doesn’t last
I’ve bitten my tongue more than once
I clench my fists under tables
Till you’re done
Running home after the sun has set the train yard shines with a cross cross pattern of emptiness
Our time was limited, I often wonder if you wish it didn’t exist
I’ve bitten my tongue more than once
I clench my fists under tables
I’ve bitten my tongue till I’m bleeding
I wish you’d say you didn’t mean it
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8. |
Never See
02:33
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Shelley Smith Melbourne, Australia
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