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Tambour Door
04:09
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Tried to find myself a path / throw the fated plan
Halfway out it circles back / right where I began
I must not belong / to anyone or where pulling out my
Hair turning over stones / looking for a fatal flaw
A crack a seam to let me out of this / hamstrung but getting used to it
The fiction of a better fit / finally getting over it
I'm stuck in love with you
Always thought a golden horn / would blow apart the clouds
Let me know the one's the one / head on home the search is done
Thought I'd hear the whispered fate / Your chariot awaits you dreamer
Dreaming up a sugared state / but sweet little thoughts cannot sustain you
I'm stuck in love with you
Let it fall / together its a chance its an open door
Lose control / you're not so clever after all
Burn the chart of pros and cons / never got me far
Halfway home I hesitate / looking for some other arms
To fall to crash head and heels / breathing deep the brand new feel
Every hour a slow reveal / at some point it's just selfish
I'm stuck in love with you
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Barely Baby
03:43
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Sing a song as ships go down
farewell friend I've lost you now
Slowly it starts to change
The tie that tied the windy heart
It heaved and hoed and came apart
Watch it blow away
How's the healing how's the cut / barely baby
How's the hold that's holding up / barely baby
I know these aren't the last words
Swept up all of the ashes
I know why you came for me
I kept good wine and company
Softly grows concern
A thousand future's won't become
A thing your blessed or cursed with one
Slowly you start to learn
How's the healing how's the cut / barely baby
How's the hold that's holding up / barely baby
How's the knot that keeps the bind / barely baby
All that's left is left behind
I know these aren't the last words
Swept up all of the ashes
Shelter built out of nothing
Hidden under the mattress
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Phineas Gage
03:39
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We took a walk in the spring time
White Mountain valley so cool
Searching til dusk, your hand found mine
Sometimes it only takes a spark
And I fell to you, and I fell
I took a job with the railroad
One last walk through Hudson Park
It felt like one big closing door
Sometimes it only takes a spark
And I fell to you, and I fell
Thirteen pounds through the skull
Is what it takes to lose control
I'm still tracing mystery maps
Back to Hudson Park at last
Laid in a bed for a short rest
The brighter the flash the deeper the dark
Hole in the head and in the chest
Sometimes it only takes a spark
And I fell to you, and I fell
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Patient Arms
03:35
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Guarded well a hidden song
Let it grow
A perfect breath in your lungs
I should have known
A tiny sun between your hands
Let it grow
Pull me into your patient arms
Found my home
Pieces falling into place
Pull me in my certain saint
Every ill spoken word
I take you back
Imagine folded papers burn
Dust in the attic
Finally learning what I need
Is sleeping so close
Don't forsake good company
Let your love grow
Pieces falling into place
Pull me in my certain saint
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Matt Southern Raleigh, North Carolina
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