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Photograph Song
01:47
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The way my body still remembers you makes my head feel sick and silly.
There's a photograph under this filthy mess that I swore I'd never touch again.
Fingers plunged deep, eyelids closed, you're all tongue and teeth.
Spirits held high, when I see you, one of us will have to die.
Will have to die, we'll have to die, you'll have to die.
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Anniversary Song
02:20
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I love you so much. I love you so much.
I love you so much. I love you so much.
I love you so much that I want to cut you up into little cubes, drop you in my coffee, take a paper clip, bend it into a poking stick.
Forty two little dots, forty minutes arguing with cops.
I love you so much. I love you so much.
I love you so much. I love you so much.
I love you so much. I love you so much.
I love you so much. I love you so much.
I love you so much that I cannot eat my food, I can't digest the sight of you.
I cannot be inside of you, I can't help but lose sight of you.
So what?
I still love you so much.
I love you so much.
I love you so much.
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Bad things you used to do, the evil person inside of you.
Secrets you tucked between mattresses, you didn't want to come back to this.
Walking down the avenue I shot an awkward glance at you.
You didn't want to be in there, but you'll go back soon, and I will nurture the part of you that you thought you left behind.
I will nurture the part of you you wish you could kill.
Those kids in the eleventh grade, mistakes and bad times you helped make.
They all come rushing back to you, and you don't know what you are going to do.
But I will nurture the part of you that you thought you left behind.
I will nurture the part of you you wish you could kill.
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Dirt Song
01:54
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All the dirt in the ground.
I'll keep you there safe and sound.
You'll never touch me, but I've touch more than you'll want to think about.
All the dirt in the ground.
When I'm feeling blue and lonely, all I have to do is think of you.
We had just one night but it lingers on and on and on.
I gave my love to you softly.
I went home and started cutting letters from some magazines.
I sent a note then to your mother, I think she knows just what it means.
Cold. Cough. Throat. Rest. Death.
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Marco Polio Plattsburgh, New York
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