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Whiskey
03:28
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2. |
Pathetic
03:43
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All the cards that you hold
Mean nothing when they are known
In a game where truth comes veiled
So when I rush to the punch
My candid complexion is too much
But it’s not an uncommon tale
He’ll take the tar past top his tongue
To feel the buzzing in his blood
After the whiskey he’ll wail
That this was just enough
It seems the perfect crutch
But a handicap lover fails
Duke it out with the smoke in the silence
We know starving hearts prevail
But for now you’ve got plenty of eyes on those thighs
And I look so pathetic still, pathetic still
Come on, cover up your playing hand please
You’re making this too easy
Stop dropping cards sweating in fear of me
Pick them up, dust off your knees
For me, you’re making this too easy
Duke it out with the smoke in the silence
We know starving hearts prevail
But for now you’ve got plenty of eyes on those thighs
And I look so pathetic still, pathetic still
Duke it out with the smoke in the silence
We know starving hearts prevail
But for now you’ve got plenty of eyes on those thighs
And I look so pathetic still
Duke it out with the smoke in the silence
We know starving hearts prevail
But for now you’ve got plenty of eyes on those thighs
And I look so pathetic still, pathetic still
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3. |
Young
03:41
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Piled up in boxes from the back of apartments
There are clues to the reason why my feet are smaller than my shoes
Tripping over clerical dues
Surrendered to the grace of my face hitting pavement
It was just as memorable as when your lips touched mine
But how these twisted memories lie
We always feel young, in the park, after nightfall
Kiss away the clothes that are holding us back from
Grass between our toes and the feelings we confuse with love
So now we’re stacking up on material compounds
To fill holes in hearts with things our mothers could not have found
While they shopped for wedding gowns
Cause we’re just the rebellion, a radical regime
Money for the media, we’re so tongue and cheek
Oh my! But how does anybody grow up right
We always feel young, in the park, after nightfall
Kiss away the clothes that are holding us back from
Grass between our toes and the feelings we confuse with love
I get confused as she leaves the room
This wasn’t love, it was just something to do
And we’re so concerned with all the words that we work
This wasn’t love, we just had something to prove
We always feel young, in the park, after nightfall
Kiss away the clothes that are holding us back from
Grass between our toes and the feelings we confused with love
We always feel young, in the park, after nightfall
Kiss away the clothes that are holding us back from
Grass between our toes and the feelings we confused with love
Feelings we confuse with love
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4. |
Bell
03:35
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Call it what you want
We were just too young
To be playing with cocked and loaded grown up guns
Now we know damn well
At least I can better tell
That you were not worthy of how hard I fell
So clean it up
Soak up the blood
Wring it out into the mud
And wash it well
I know because you kiss and tell
The sound found ringing from a broken bell
I believe in the ground moving beneath my feet
So I work harder
You were just my ingest of a sweet deceit
So I work harder again
Cover up your canvas
With coffee stains and lug
Around the remains of a leaking mug
Cause what once woke us up
Now is not enough
The callus that comes from a daily drug
First it’s a factory feel
Then you’re forced to kneel
And subsequently with the devil making a deal
I wasn’t then
But I think I might now be
A man of steel
I believe in the ground moving beneath my feet
So I work harder
You were just my ingest of a sweet deceit
So I work harder again
I believe in the ground moving beneath my feet
So I work harder
You were just my ingest of a sweet deceit
So I work harder again
I work harder again
I work harder again
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5. |
Summer
03:43
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I will chase the sun to the heir of my west coast love
And take it back because it’s all I have
We can take the weight of the world as we make it ash
And through our fingers we will let it pass
So come on, carry on as the lovers in the lawn
Where such callus grows on our tongues
And we can move away to a place we won’t feel shame
It’s a place where nobody remembers your name
We grow worthless in the summer
But it’s worth it to be your lover
I never knew that giving up could get me to you
Never knew it was true
When your spit is spent on the pennies for the rent
It’s a call or catch twenty-two
Because I would rather know that I’d be coming home
To a woman with a solid backbone
We grow worthless in the summer
But it’s worth it to be your lover
I never knew that giving up could get me to you
Never knew it was true
Everybody’s still making all the same old sounds
You and I, we were hiding in the back of town
Everybody’s still making all the same old frowns
You and I, we were hiding in the back of town
We grow worthless in the summer
But it’s worth it to be your lover
I never knew that giving up could get me to you
Never knew it was true
We grow worthless in the summer
But it’s worth it to be your lover
I never knew that giving up could get me to you
Never knew it was true
I never knew that giving up could get me to you
Never knew it was true
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Candid Kid Minneapolis, Minnesota
Candid Kid is an indie rock band from Minneapolis, MN.
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