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Give Itself
02:47
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You were looking through an endless glass
Never gone with never enough
Desire will get a hold of you
Desire has a forceful grasp
Your safeguard will start cracking up
Desire will get a hold of you
Your face has had enough
Your words ready to pluck
Your language is in a cast
Go look into the endless stars
The cold sweat in you is welling up
The yearning has made its way through you
Your face has had enough
Your words ready to pluck
Your language is in a cast
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Your touch looks to sever
Driven by a slur till it hurts
Cascade incision with flick wristed ways to grasp
Girl Gang shrugs it off in dance
You know enough is just enough
So slay your intrusions touch
Then make your hands become undone
“Hey now, hey now” is what she thinks as she shrugs it off in dance and her friends see it
The sweat refreshes the persistent sense of doubt, ‘Among The Haul’ can kick it till euphoria
Lead by your hands to where they cannot stay
You know how welcoming people can be but that is too far
The wrong touch you own
I’ve seen safety where the glass is made to ring
I know there’s safety where the flesh makes up the sea
You know enough is just enough
Slay your intrusion touch
Then make your hands become undone
The wrong touch you own
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First Birth
03:31
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A baby’s laugh is harmonised with its heart,
Do you remember when they weren’t apart?
A skipping smile was born to meet the end
A skipping smile was born to make life fair
Seek your hidden hello and then miss it
I remember when you would sing with the birds of the morning
It made my speech weak, my words dislocated and bruised
I remember when there was an intro for the day and its theme song is now my life anthem
This is eating me up, I can’t say ‘Yeah’
That little heat turned big heat match your stare
Your rose lips, your rose hips among the village green
The lavender was dead but I saw it breathe
Seek your hidden hello and then miss it
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Draw Love
06:41
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You couldn’t draw love then you pulled a trigger
A switch that tickled you so you stroked it your fingers
Like the world moves round you didn’t doubt
I’m sure I was your hysteria ploy
Like a hyena on laughing gas your laugh flaunted
Like a lion with a gobstopper I got exhausted
The canines were hanging out with the rabbits on the flesh mount
I’m sure I was your hysteria ploy
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