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the days in between
03:14
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i really believe i should have died last year
missed the christmas lights, missed december cheer
missed a whole lot of seasons come around again
and all the days in between
here's to the things i would've been without
the taste of morning tea, one hundred and seventeen nights
the unworn jeans laying on the bed
and all the days in between
i remember the night i had that dream
there was nowhere else i'd rather be
now there's nothing else i dearly need
but those days in between
we'd lose a bunch of stories to time
my name lost in centuries of files
when all that's left of me are crumbs
i'd lose the dog walks in sunshine
a day-by-day, long-term decline
'cause that's all we do until the reaper comes
here's to the lost days i would've been without
seeing my mother's pain, watching my old dog die
a couple of nights spent in nyc
and all the days in between
i'd miss the way you take the load
everytime i cry to abbey road
now there's nothing else i dearly need
but rising suns and air to breathe
no there's nothing else i really need
but those days in between
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this is where we both stand
crawling, both knees, both hands
die to undo the decomposing
this isn't how we planned it
living by the skin of our teeth
swill the kitchen bleach to clutch a lifeline
clean your insides
i feel alone even if i'm not
i feel alone even if i'm not
the castle seems far away
it's rotting in a picture frame
the couple there both share a name
john doe and jane
and how is he to tell her
the thoughts he did invite that day
to crash the car all just to feel nothing
to feel something other than rage
i feel alone even if i'm not
i feel alone even if i'm not
i feel alone even if i'm not
to feel nothing
to feel something
to feel nothing
to feel something
i feel alone even if i'm not
i feel alone even if i'm not
i feel alone even if i'm not
i feel alone even if i'm not
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comforts of home
03:28
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humans
03:38
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humans are so impulsive, they just don't think
ferrying in and out of sunlight because someone else did
add a pile to the mountain, subtract being able to see
multiply eight billion
that's what you're doing to me
there's shadows in the water, suffocating our wondrous blue
if every creature is only a number then so the fuck are you
where's your own opinion?
will you invite mother nature to dance?
or take a sip of abandonment?
cheers to you in advance
what will you do?
what will you do?
what will you do?
what will you do?
an infant's draining cry, a mother's empty call
a habitual melting pot, a walrus waterfall
you choose to swim in a place where toxins leak
there's fragments in your fish and chips - does it still taste clean?
a whale song frequency, it's not wonderland
bellies full of single-use washed up on the sand
take a great big breath, can you smell the fossil fuels?
noxious, reeking co2 in every molecule
creatures of habit do things 'cause they're told
the need for pasty flesh and bone has spun out of control
please take me back to how it was before
humans were not wasteful, rainforests didn't roar
what will you do?
what will you do?
what will you do to save me?
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welcome to hope county
04:30
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you are the lifeblood in my veins
the only thing i have to save
our time is too short for goodness' sake
you are the grail in my arms
hardly holy but that doesn't mean much
you are the mother to both my dogs
there's wreckage all around
i can't stand to know at times i bring you down
and the meds take all the blame
i can't watch you drown, a deckchair in the rain
this is a far cry from giving up
waving the white flag when things get rough
we'll learn to grow old with thicker blood
there's wreckage all around
i'll burn with you forever if i can't put it out
and the worst is over now
taming your black hound
don't let it weigh you down
my head is in my hands again
keep your tether by your side
there are reasons to stay alive
there are reasons to stay alive
there are reasons to stay alive
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hands are tied
03:53
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i feel it all too much yet not at all
facing a landslide, facing a wall
don't debilitate, i'm just chasing the ball
chasing the ball
can't remember a thing but i remember how it feels
how can i write a song when you've got the wheel?
how can i, when my hands are tied?
i want to turn all the pages and play all the keys
visit all the places that you've ever been
i want to track you down and finish you off
because you constantly tell me i'm not good enough
i need to walk the staircase but you're walking ahead
i need some space but you're tracing my steps
how can i, when my hands are tied?
i carry the weight of a thousand books
but don't know what page i'm on
my friend said that i'll be okay
turns out they were wrong
i'm taking my pills, doing my time
pour my heart out in a song
the only thing i know is i don't think i can go on
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in earnest Southend On Sea, UK
in earnest is fuelled by the songwriting of front-couple Sarah Holburn and Tom Eatherton in a bid to encourage conversation around mental health and other under-represented topics. Their sad indie noise is a dialogue from two perspectives featuring male and female vocals in turn. Hailing from Southend on Sea, UK, in earnest is made a trio by the inclusion of instrumentalist Toby Shaer. ... more
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