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The Feeling
02:53
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Feels like I’ve waited so long, to never get there
I threw out a bag of decaf, couldn’t stand the souvenir
And I left the theater before the feature got started
So if my time is gonna run out, then let’s get on with it
‘Cause I hate the world but I’m still so sad that I could not bring you here
How can you really miss what you never really knew?
I get the feeling, I do
How can you really miss what you never really had?
I know that feeling, I do
My heart ripped right out, but it didn’t break
It was feeling too much for my body to take
And the darkness knocking at my door like we are friends
He says “if you’re not expecting anyone, could you let me in?”
Almost fell for it
And now I drink myself to bed and I cry myself to work
How can you really miss what you never really knew?
I get the feeling, I do
How can you really miss what you never really had?
I know that feeling, I do
How can you really miss what you never really had?
I know that feeling is true
How can you really miss what you never really knew?
I get the feeling, I do
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Marigold
02:31
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I never got to say hello
So when you hear it, you might not know that it’s me
But I could put it into written form for ya
Little lessons that you’ll never ever learn
Just like the hardest part of a losing game
Is not when it’s over now
It’s the parts played out like a movie that could never be over now
I won’t let it be over now
Now the hardest part of a losing game
Is not that it’s over now
Certain parts repeat on a loop inside, and they’ll never be over now,
I won’t let them be over now
“Start again”, I said
Treat it cheap like bread
I put it off in my head
But I’m in it now
I do as I’m told
But I can’t spin gold
I live a life, skipping holes
But I’m in it now
Like a curse word spat
All alone, fell flat
I carried on like that
But I’m in it now
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Ain't No Baby
03:49
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When I was younger, I was up all night
But everyone I hung out with was never worth my time
My older eyes open wide now while everybody else is blind
‘Cause you’re hanging out just as long as you make it home by nine
Your idea of a good dream is one you wanna wake up to
When I hear you say “pass that bottle” now, I know it means something new
I won’t begrudge your right to laugh while you cry
But I’m reminded how fast I’m dying when I’m surrounded by youth
Make no mistake when I tell it like it is
It’s not a pet name, this is literal as it gets
When I say
Ain’t no baby gonna ruin my party wanna party all night
Your sweet little babies try to ruin my party wanna party all night
You said your life’s much better now and that’s just fine
But ain’t no baby gonna ruin my party wanna party all night
You sleep in all the time, you have such a pretty life
Until you sign up for something you think could be better, but
You’re gonna rue the day
Under the table there’s a lot of tiny food
You’ll find me down there, showering my love upon the cleaning crew
Make no mistake when I tell it like it is
it ain’t a big deal, it’s just a silly, stupid thing
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