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better watch your back, there’s a fever coming in
get behind the wall you use to hide all of your secrets
sleepy cigarette, lazy mouth
why do you look at me with that know-it-all-pout ?
when I would do anything, I would do anything for you
dark and still, and out of sight
you’ll hide, you’ll hide, you’ll hide
dark and still, and out of sight
you’ll hide, you’ll hide, you’ll hide
4am still in my daytime digs
in the 8th hour of a 6 hour shift
working girl trying to land a hotel key
when the world wakes, is it time to leave?
dark and still, and out of sight
you’ll hide, you’ll hide, you’ll hide
dark and still, and out of sight
you’ll hide, you’ll hide, you’ll hide
sleepy cigarette, lazy mouth
why do you look at me with that know-it-all-pout ?
when I would do anything, I would do anything for you
sleepy cigarette, lazy mouth
why do you look at me with that know-it-all-pout ?
when I would do anything, I would do anything
I would do anything, i would do anything for you
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Skeleton Jar
03:11
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my skeleton jar is full of secrets
they seep out between my bones to speak for me
lost all of my insulation
our bodies in knots, at least we know where we’ve been
baby I forgot my name, time has come and gone and chased it away
but I don’t really mind, as long as you are the last thing i see
lost all of my insulation
our bodies in knots, at least we know where we’ve been
who knew you could be such a good chef in the kitchen, such a good lover in bed {x4 or 5 or 6 or 7 or 8}
who knew you could be such a good chef in bed, such a good lover in the kitchen {x4 or 5 or 6}
and I’m the richest man in the graveyard
for I will always get to hold your hand, we’re the lovers of mantua
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Intentions
03:46
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I don’t know if I’ve got intentions or just a crooked heart
See, the truth always eludes me in these cold, raw hours of the dark
Lover, oh where did I drop the ball?
I’ve got a feeling I started this all
All the trees in our forest are chopped down and there’s an axe laying next to me
Was I mad because you showed me I could be wrong?
It seems my pride gets the best of everything
Lover, oh where did I drop the ball?
I’ve got a feeling I started this all
We are all supposed to have problems, troubles that never seem to change
But I know, as much as I like pretending, when things go wrong I will be the one to blame
Lover, oh why do I always drop the ball?
I’ve got a feeling you are gonna end this
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Bdfm
04:01
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There is a cat whose eyes are too close together, too close together
We’re spending all our time too close together, too close together
I smoked your beer full of backpack already
It has only been one night since you tossed me to the
Caught you cheating on the redwoods with two books
About the appalachian trail, the appalachian climb
There is a cat whose eyes are too close together, too close together
We’re spending all our time too close together, too close together
Oh man, oh man got my bible in hand
It’s a picture book of mom and lil and dad
I’m sorry honey, but I don’t think there’s room
On any of my pages for a picture of you, for a picture of you
Oh man, oh man what a beautiful land
The rockies to my right full of bonneville sand
Man’s hazy art lays atop of this town
But I’ve reached the peak and I’m never coming down, I’m never coming down
There is a cat whose eyes are too close together, too close together
There is a cat whose eyes are too close together, too close together
We are too close together
There is a cat whose eyes are too close together, too close together
We’re spending all our time too close together, too close together
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Europe, Europe
03:53
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I can’t find the shade up above the clouds
stop the plane right here, I think I’d like to get out
the winds may push and pull me, but I am not afraid of what they might do
nothing’s made this much sense to me since I last saw you
whatever happened to sailing, sailing
through every deep canal in europe, europe
money didn’t matter then, did it, did it
lovin doesn’t matter now, does it, does it
wait for you to pick me up, I try to remember what you think is cool
we call each other friend, I miss you, I’m a fool
flowers on my shoes, and gravel’s in my hair
trying not to notice if you look or seem to care
whatever happened to driving, driving
down dirty roads leaving every state with a warrant
money didn’t matter then, did it, did it
lovin doesn’t matter now, does it, does it
was I even happy then? who knows, who knows
just a memory that needs to fade, fade
money didn’t matter then, did it, did it
lovin doesn’t matter now, does it, does it
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Wilco (The Crowd)
03:01
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Twenty-three years angry, the venom in my veins moves slow though
It hasn’t killed anybody, I don’t want to be the first to go, no
Can we move to the city? And watch, but never join the fools
The people thinking that it’s easy to run and hide from everything
All that makes the true things true
Getting high, wanna feel me? Because I wanna feel you, I do, I do
Can we move to the city? And watch, but never join the fools
Summer nights trump summer days, I am not lonesome with a drink or two
And I can hear the band play, I’m trying not to think things through
Can we move to the city? And watch but never join the fools
My breath could start a fire, and you could be the match if you wanted to, if you wanted to, if you wanted to
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Marny Proudfit Ogden, Utah
Marny Proudfit is an artist, songwriter and musician from Ogden, Utah. With arms outstretched and an eye to all directions, Marny writes and sings to understand the people and places she’s been, and where she’s still going.
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