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Samuel’s Gone
Lost him in the air I was breathing.
Let him know: Dinner will serve promptly at eight
The chicken bones
Will be sent to my voodoo priestess
Let her know: That my situation hasn’t changed.
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This is my land. You're Judas' cloud.
Straight from Heaven. Torrents the ground
And after all is done and done
After all the looms have been spun
Even though they say it not right.
I do love you sometimes.
Oh, let me in! Desolate terrain.
Soak into the ground. My bleeding rain.
And after all is done and done
After all the looms have been spun
Even though they say it not right.
I do love you
I do love you
I do love you sometimes.
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...for the kids
01:12
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Last night I looked out my window.
Pixies flied, disguised as cheap pinwheels
Soaring, everything was soaring.
I thought you’d so happen to glide on in and
Tell them all, tell them you want to be wanted
Crown your head in your own yellow thorns
Sprinkle dust, wish, and fly; you’d be enchanted
So, fly away. Hide away. You’ll never land. Peter Pan.
Pirate ships drop anchor for Levi.
Open up my window and he has set to flight and
Tell them all, tell them you want to be wanted
Crown your head in your own yellow thorns
Sprinkle dust, wish, and fly; you’d be enchanted
So, fly away. Hide away. You’ll never land. Peter Pan.
And you’d be as wide as the ocean
And your heart as deep as your eyes
And I’m you. I’m you. I can’t complain when I’m you.
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Quick Check (interlude)
03:35
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Mmmm! This is a quick check for my momma. Quick check for my sister. And then my brother said, "Quick check for God!" Halle-god. Wonderful Jesus. Halle-god.
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So you want to be a cheesecake girl
Came all the way from McKinsey
Are you sure you want to chart this world
It’s who you know.
It’s who you know.
Working tables from 12 to 8
Taking classes for your posture
Anorexic for your on screen weight
Career taking of slow?
It’s who you know.
Where are you now?
Where are you now, oh break of mine?
Giving myself
Selling my soul like a valentine.
Where are you now?
Where are you now, oh break of mine?
Giving myself
Selling my soul like a valentine.
Did your part on the casting couch
Now he says you’re a shoe in
Honey, baby, glad you figured it out
It’s who you know.
It’s who you know.
Call a call from secret agent man.
Said he remembered your rhythm
Told you to show up with a spool of saran.
That’s how it goes.
When it’s who you know.
You better run back to McKinsey.
Girl there’s nothing for you here.
Perfume is the air in McKinsey.
All you have here are your dreams, and your heart, and his sweat over everything.
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Let’s not return with the dawn. Let’s remain though the night is gone. Let this evening never be done. Let’s recapture the moon bypass the sun
And I’ll hide away, and I’ll forsake everything that happens under the sun. I’ll lie awake from tonight’s earthquakes. Aftershocks of tastes across my tongue
Your lipstick kiss across my mouth
You are so sweet to me.
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