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Halloween
02:18
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Dark comes soon
I'm laying right beside you, but we're deep within our rooms
Feels so new
To be growing older, our faces more like tombs
Halloween tomorrow, we'll dress up like psychos
Walk the streets beside me, don't say my name
Feels so cozy, like nobody knows me
and I haven't felt this way since I was three
My friend
You weren't wrong to be so angry, but no one understands
How to be
We're just dressing crazy, like everybody here
Halloween tomorrow, we'll dress up like psychos
Walk the streets beside me, don't say my name
Half of us is distance, but the other half glistens
And I haven't felt this way since I was three
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2. |
Thought I was your dog
01:58
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Thought I was your dog
Hid your bones in my backyard
soon I feel so cruel
I dig so deep but can't find you
Thought I was your heart
pumped your blood to different parts
soon I feel so dumb
a shallow cut and out I run
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3. |
They Run
00:56
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The spring comes in
My eyes are closed
What a relief to be cold!
The days are tired
and I go by
If you stay very quiet, you hear when they run
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4. |
Walking So...
03:01
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Talking like sleeping
Watching your eyes sparkle like houses on fire
Burning and running or much too much wine
You drive me out of my mind
You walk so quickly and I speak so slow
But last year you were with me on this train ride home
When I was talking nowhere
I was walking so...
Now you are living far from this place
on the west coast!
What lies like a stranger, flies like a saint, and dries just like paint on the wall in your room?
You walk so quickly and I fall behind
Last night I was drinking and I lost my mind
But I was talking nowhere I was walking blind
I was talking nowhere I was walking blind
I was talking nowhere
I was walking so...
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5. |
New Clothing
00:32
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He needs new clothing
That's fitting
Close to the right bones
New dreaming
or sleeping
close to the right homes
What's lost is a be in being
What's lost is a me that's doing
And I wanna be a man again
Just one more time
Before its too late
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Bellows Brooklyn, New York
Bellows is the bedroom recording project of songwriter and producer Oliver Kalb.
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