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Savor the Peach
03:48
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you are always on my mind
silvery whispers of my sweet orchid
i miss you everyday
like falling leaves in autumn or the crashing waves of summer
but you'll never know
your voice is like a pearl, it rolled down my spine and eased every hurt.
your lips caressed my blue, bruised skin.
savor the peach in late september.
you always took better care of me than i did of you.
we parted in the sun just three falls ago.
i always hear your voice, but never see your smiling face.
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2. |
Dead and Gone
03:26
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i followed you down to where the water flows
down to where my daddy told me passion grows
but he didn't know my passion was pain
and it's time to find my passion again
you take off you clothes to feel the salty air
i watch the water reflect your golden hair
soon you'll leave this wretched place
i'll help you leave without a trace
when the nighting gale sings her song at dawn the sun and moon will meet at last,
and the night i wake up in a dream i cut myself, so deep, to let you into me
i'll drown your lungs and place pennies on your eyes
kiss your face, one more goodbye
the kindest soul that i have ever known
and i'm sending you down to Hades' home
i'll miss you darling, like i always do
it will take some time before another one like
can fill the hole that you will leave behind
dead and gone, you'll always be mine
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You Have Been Loved
05:38
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as the train pulls away i recollect our tale, what you did to me
you were my true love with hair that burned like fire, and eyes that pierced my soul, never knew your heart to be cold.
we'd meet by the old oak tree and spend our days alone wrapped in each other's arms.
i thought i had your heart in box to myself, i couldn't have been more wrong. you made a fool of me
you have been loved by too many a heart
and i loved you for too many days
i followed you one night down to our old oak tree, but you were not alone.
i watched you from the dark as you made love to him, a love that once was mine, a love that now has died
you've broken my heart one too many time before, and if you want to see me you know where i'll be. you bring the drinks and i'll bring the "fuck you"s.
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Honeysuckle
02:26
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your honeysuckle hair wont be growing anymore, i have stopped your beating heart and opened up heaven's door
your luscious, lustful eyes, they flowed like oceans do. and they're the one thing i will grasp when someone asks of you
i planted your body beneath the earth and snow, out past the apple orchard, where the honeysuckle grows
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5. |
Stars Begin to Swallow
05:07
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i know where you go when you say that you're out drinking with the guys
i know what you do you while i sit at home with a bottle
you're out feeding fears and bringing me home desert
i'm at home alone with some cigarettes and gin
listen to me i want to save you
listen dear i want help
i'm sorry darling to do things to you
believe me dear that i will be alright
the moon revolves and i miss you
those stars begin to swallow
constellations rise, the evening dies
those stars begin to swallow me whole
every night i lie awake in your unfamiliar arms
every night i wonder if she was someone i know
you've been at this a long time
now i can't recall the days you used to be mine
i know where you were when i was packing all my things
i know where you were when i left that life for good
you were out with another one of your precious kills
you were out on another one of your late night thrills
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