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skin you're in
03:37
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You brushed past my ego today
Sometimes I push too hard & so you run away
You said I'm done with all these childish games we play
But I love you so please make it easier to stay
Addicted to the way you made me feel
You were my dust haloed saint but you were real
I said I love you and I wore it on my sleeve
But somehow that made it easier to leave
Chorus: would it make a difference if I was older?
Would it make a difference if I was thin?
Could you love the weight upon my shoulders?
Babe I love and I love and I love the skin you're in
Nights that end in screams and slamming doors
You've lost your patience by the 7th time I call
It's late and we've been hours at this brawl
but I won't sleep til I know what it's for
Chorus
I worry when I haven't seen your face
Neurosis do not give a girl much grace
You said I love you but I really need the space
And I'm struggling so please get off my case
Chorus
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sweet weather
03:49
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You open the door, you've got no shoes on
Your jeans a contrast to your skin and I am so turned on
You welcome me in, I've been out of the game so long
Don't know where to begin but I've been told this is wrong
been told this is wrong
So we're talking bout the weather and whether my lover knows I'm here
Cause we're crossing social boundaries and the punishments severe
Sitting round the fire I see you lean in
And I turn away cause my hearts not mine to give away
You're deliciously French yet you speak the same language as me
This is one of those times that I wish I was a little more free
I wish I was free
So we're talking bout the weather and whether your wife knows that you're here
Cause we're crossing social boundaries and the punishments severe
Well long we've been friends
But over the side of a boat
You kissed me hello and the chances of staying just friends seems remote
I'll keep it inside, I'm not looking for trouble
but there's a mounting urge to cross that line
To fall, to fall, to tumble.
So we're talking bout the weather and whether our friends know that we're here
Cause we're crossing social boundaries and the punishments severe
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3. |
these birds
03:14
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These birds are a reminder of who you used to be
uncaged and unfettered, so wild and so free
See I know I was your captor and your guilt was the key
But my heart was too heavy for one bird to carry
It's like a war here and there are minefields everywhere
And there are no war heroes, only senseless fear
And we're the cowards doing what we can to survive
and there are no war crimes cause here no-one's fine
We put out some papaya to see the best ones fly
Like anything that matters, unbidden you came by
and danced upon my landscape
I hope you don't blame me for breathing in your goodness
and leaving nothing free
It's like a coal mine and there is methane in the air
And you're the bird no longer singing
You're the warning to beware
And we're the miners dashing from the underground,
There're no survivors cause here no-one's found.
These birds are a reminder of footsteps in the snow
of love in pink striped kitchen and how I let you go
See I know I was your captor and your guilt was the key
But my heart was too heavy for one bird to carry
It's like a war here and there are minefields everywhere
And there are no war heroes, only senseless fear
And we're the cowards doing what we can to survive
and there are no war crimes cause here no-one's fine
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4. |
(the) flood
03:36
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It's a pitt & I keep dragging you in
and it's my failing that makes you think that you have sinned
And I am am ever full of sorries
cause I'm ever full of you
& it's me that holds us back from moving on.
And the fights become the ride to the madness that's inside
And I am tearing through the layers til there's blood
and it bites to just let go waiting for the storm to follow
Seems I'm holding off the rescue til the flood
It's a swamp and I keep pulling you under
It's my forevers that make you think that you must run
And I am ever pleading guilty cause I am ever full of guilt
and it's me that's blocking out the passing sun
Bleeding. Bleeding on the run.
And the fights become the ride to the madness that's inside
And I am tearing through the layers til there's blood
and it bites to just let go waiting for the storm to follow
Seems I'm holding off the rescue til the flood
It's an abyss and I keep slipping through the cracks
I think unworthy and so I'm often seeing lack
And I am ever blaming needy cause I'm ever full of need
And its me that stole the future from the seed.
And the fights become the ride to the madness that's inside
And I am tearing through the layers til there's blood
and it bites to just let go waiting for the storm to follow
Seems I'm holding off the rescue til the flood
Seems I'm holding off the rescue til I'm buried in the mud.
Seems I'm holding off the rescue til the flood.
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fucking therapist
03:23
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Swimming in a sea of doubt I thought I heard you call my name
But that was just my nerves on speed again
Oh if love was just the enemy then I never would feel safe
And I'd have to turn to music or therapy again
Chorus: oh I thought I'd turn to music when I lost you
Oh I would have turned to therapy too
But now it seems that exes are no longer taboo
Cause my best friend and my band
And my therapist
Are fucking you
Now is it so unreasonable to want one lover at a time
Cause I feel a little judged wanting only you as mine
Now I know that times are changing and perhaps I'm way behind
But I think you stole the music and I want my peace of mind
Chorus
cut off all my routes to air and now there's nowhere left to turn
Whoever said that life was fair has a thing or two to learn
Nowhere to turn
Chorus
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Shotgun Tori Johannesburg, South Africa
Shotgun Tori is, at heart, a storyteller, a woman with a voice and a guitar, her subject matter approached with an interesting, occasionally humorous, yet always insightful life view. Her touching, raw vocal delivery is both tender and powerful, and listeners are left with no doubt that she sings straight from her heart. ... more
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