1. |
no. 50
05:23
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you see
you see
lights reflecting
across the only
broken sky
here
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2. |
GVM
02:02
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See if I can find the way
while you bend backwards over me
and break down the sunlight
into each singular ray
In my heart I'm right
You're a slight excuse
A sliver under my nail
and I'll gladly pay my way
Teach me a lesson
on resigning myself to fate
Reach into yourself
to understand this is the only way
In my heart I'm right
You're a slight excuse
A sliver under my nail
and I'll gladly pay my way
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3. |
Water's Edge
04:27
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I cannot begin to see
until I've woke
and water as a sign
is drowning out
You seem to me like a shore
never lacking for changes
On water's edge I can't even begin
Lacking basically everything I need to get to you
Explain to me
these things that never happen
Entice me to jump
into the water
Drop me here
Drop me here
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4. |
Pretty Polly
04:44
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Oh, Polly, pretty Polly, would you take me unkind
Polly, pretty Polly, would you take me unkind
You to sit beside me, and tell me your mind
Well my mind is to marry and never to part
My mind is to marry and never to part
First time I saw you, you wounded my heart
Well Polly, pretty Polly, come and go with me
Polly, pretty Polly come go along with me
Before we get married,
Some pleasure we'll see
Well he led her over mountains
And valleys so deep
He led her over mountains
And valleys so deep
Polly mistrusted and then began to weep
Say Willie, little Willie
I'm afraid of your ways
Willie, little Willie
I'm afraid of your ways
The way you've been rambling
And leadin' me astray
Now Polly, pretty Polly
Your guess is about right
Polly, pretty Polly
Your guess is about right
I dug on your grave
The biggest part of last night
Well he led her little farther
And what did she see
He led her little farther
And what did she see
New dug grave with a spade lyin' by
Then she knelt down before him
A pleadin' for her life
She knelt down before him
A pleadin' for her life
Let me be a single girl
If I can't be your wife
Now Polly, pretty Polly
That never can be
Polly, pretty Polly
That never can be
Your past reputation's
Been troublin' to me
Well he opened up her bosom
As white as any snow
He opened up her bosom
As white as any snow
He stabbed through the heart
And the blood did overflow
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