1. |
Delayed
03:48
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I'm an hour late getting home
They wouldn't let my train go
Cause they struck someone who walked out on the tracks
So I had to take a bus
To the train station by my house
Someone died today
At the station behind my house
Try not to think about it
Something's wrong
With the boy
What it is
I don't know
What to do
Who to be
Want to run
Want to cry
Wanna die
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2. |
Every Body
04:03
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Come about the crash
Talk about the aftermath
Everybody overlaps
Knowing can be hard
Choosing can be harder
Wanting to go farther
Everybody and their father
(Every body)
Come upon some lips
Do they speak the truth?
Are they true for you?
Lips belong to every body
Everybody and their mother
Can we make it harder?
Feeling every body
Feeling everyone
Feeling every body
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3. |
Never / Forever
05:00
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Pull me into spring
Crash me into the summer
I'm feeling pretty big and it sure is a bummer
Seethe in, Seethe out
I'm far too young right now
One on one with the sun
Tomorrow is coming and my hands are getting hot
They're getting hot
Knock on wood
I've plenty of the bends
Nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts a real long ever
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4. |
Swimming Lessons
03:46
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Swimming is easy
Just stop my breathing
Lift up my body
And take me home
Shame
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5. |
Interlude
00:40
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7. |
I Love You, Goodnight
04:20
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Are you singing soft enough to fill up a room?
Nothing grows in limbo, spring will never bloom
My sleeps are never finished, my dreams are left on pause
That is where my true self lies
In the world where I belong
(Goodnight, I love you)
Now I see colours dancing, like the northern lights
Slowly my mind is chasing, something sweet by my side
I'm so nauseous, I'm so cold
Held down by my aching bones
I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry dad
I'll see you back at home
I'm finding where my true self lies
In the world that I belong
My sleeps will soon be finished, my dreams are left on pause
In a world that I belong
Nothing grows in limbo
I've already bloomed
Am I breathing loud enough to fill up a room?
Am I singing loud enough to fill up a room?
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I waited at the bank of the river
Back turned to the freezing wind
After she kissed me I felt my lip bleeding
I didn't want to speak
When asked if I'd see her again
I remember she said something about sentimentality
Then I was alone at the river again
That night I realized my best year was finally over
You split my lip and here I am
Pouring out to you
Again and again it's the same
Gonna see the river man again
He'll be waiting for me
I still go down to that river
Sometimes it scares the hell out of me
Other times I want to slip in and let it carry me away
Maybe I'll find her somewhere in those dark and devil waters?
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Seems we've reached the end my dear
I can't say I don't feel broken
But there isn't much I could do
You can't see the way I feel
There's a pressure that I feel
But it's not what I remember
Now I want to stop and let it free
And I now I think it's far beyond me
To be free
I'll be free
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Bitters Windsor, Ontario
Bitters is an alternative folk band from Windsor, Ontario, Canada comprised of River Bourque, Jeremy Burke, Cavelle Doucet-lefebvre, Dylan Iannicello, Graham Venney, and Tim Maitland.
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