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Oh, go back home
You'll never make it on your own
All of your friends know
You're a bedheaded raincloud
Falling towards another breakdown
You feel the hatred seeping through
The creviced door of your bedroom
Where piles of books and dirty clothes
Serve as your sheets and your pillow
You'll never be happy if you hate how much you know
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Pink Paperclips
02:03
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I'm gonna walk the train tracks
I'm gonna follow that north star
And I will stop for no one
And no one, and no one, and no last breath
I was warned of winter
The way they warn all sinners
When I collapse I'll have a final, final cigarette
I will die
I will take my own life
I will die
And I'm not sure if anyone will grief
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When are you coming back
From wherever it is you go?
You know I don't have plans
I know that always shows
I know you're a busy butterfly
With your roommates and your friends
I just can't relate and I don't think
That that's gonna end
I met your boyfriend once
At a party thing for work
I stared down at my feet
And spilled a soft drink on my shirt
Pretended you didn't know
What I was hoping would happen there
Took a Vitamin R and stared
Into the television glare
When we're in those weekly meetings
It's like that stupid 'Office' show
Except the feeling isn't mutual
And there's no character growth
When you go on about your neighbor
I know exactly what you mean
And I really, really should not intrude
I'm no good with my hands or feet
I wanna go away
I wanna get lost
I want my own fucking TV show
Where I can do just what I want
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Winter = Everywhere
02:23
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Now there's only cold, only snow
No more autumn, no more springtime clothes
No more gardens, no more cantaloupes
No more dogs or hoses or glass-bottle cokes
I wouldn't get back at you if I could get to
Back before the post-times, woah-oh-oh-oh
Now there's no more winter, it's no longer there
And you'll never feel it 'cause it's everywhere
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Yr Open Kitchen Window Fort Collins, Colorado
Songwriter P. Robert Lee and bassist/producer Lyric Quinn collaborate with increasing levels of seriousness to create everything from "songs" to songs.
Contact them at yokwindow@gmail.com
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