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Future-Girl (Single)
02:51
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You were leaning against a gas pump
Peeling a satsuma with your hand, oh so close to your white shirt
You’re gonna make a mess, my love
You’re gonna make a mess of my pretty little heart
I don’t remember what I was singing but I was probably singing something
When you said that I should come along
You took me into a stranger’s place
I looked the moon in its big fat face
Oh I wanna pull it down from the sky, I wanna pull it to the guest room
So it can shed some light
On the way you make me feel, feels like I’m coming alive
I wanna feel this way every night
There was something kinda funny about it
I just can’t put my fingers on
There was a church across the street
You said the roof wasn’t too steep, you could probably pick the lock
If there was no one outside
But the devil patrols with a flashlight sometimes
But there’s nobody here, nobody but us
I wanna watch that door turn to dust
We made it up to the roof, we didn’t know what to do
I sat and threaded the stars with you
You were leaned against the steeple like if you could you’d pull it down
Let the whole church get swallowed by a crack in the ground
There was something about that night, we could’ve floated if we’d tried
We could’ve brought the dead back to life
But there was something kind of sad about it
I just can’t put my fingers on
We made it back to your friend’s house
And waited for sunrise
And if I could wear a plain white dress
I would tie a ribbon around my neck
I would search high and low for you
And follow wherever you’d want me to
And at this point I don’t even know what you’d say to me
I don’t know what you remember, but baby I remember everything
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New Lips (Wedding Mix)
02:18
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