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Put another record on While I pour another glass And fill that clouded Empty expanse With a nice amber Hue and we can talk About god and music Until the sun comes up But no song or god Will match the tangerine sun's Corona as we fall asleep in the Night's dew Put more metal on Put more Bowie on Put more classical on Put more punk More hip hop More Wu Tang More Big L More pop More hair metal More classic rock More who gives a **** My teeth are numb against my lips And everything sounds good A proposition A song A liquid taking up empty space Just keep me here Next to you The rest of the world looking Up or down It didn't matter then And it doesn't matter now Shhhhh Let the carpet slip from under my feet Let the wall pat my back like an appreciative friend Let the stairs seem long and winding Shhhhh Let it all be caught up in the back of your throat Sore and raw Keep it away from those you can And those you can't Wake up with the regret of the morning Spilled across your face in Buttery swaths Drink deep the pain of happiness Tasting ethanol on your breath Like a can of unmixed paint
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
So hard to leave but so hard to stay
Put another record on While I pour another glass And fill that clouded Empty expanse With a nice amber Hue and we can talk About god and music Until the sun comes up But no song or god Will match the tangerine sun's Corona as we fall asleep in the Night's dew Put more metal on Put more Bowie on Put more classical on Put more punk More hip hop More Wu Tang More Big L More pop More hair metal More classic rock More who gives a **** My teeth are numb against my lips And everything sounds good A proposition A song A liquid taking up empty space Just keep me here Next to you The rest of the world looking Up or down It didn't matter then And it doesn't matter now Shhhhh Let the carpet slip from under my feet Let the wall pat my back like an appreciative friend Let the stairs seem long and winding Shhhhh Let it all be caught up in the back of your throat Sore and raw Keep it away from those you can And those you can't Wake up with the regret of the morning Spilled across your face in Buttery swaths Drink deep the pain of happiness Tasting ethanol on your breath Like a can of unmixed paint
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
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