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Happy Camper
04:12
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There’s a life, there’s a life, there’s a life on a pond. That floats all the way to the other side, just to set its sights on the other side. There’s a whale, there’s a whale that swallowed it up, just to survive exist and lust. he swallows smiles too.
The happy camper’s sun,
sits in her eyes,
blinding her disguise,
melting her into one. i
In an iron mist with an open fist, I bid goodbye to those I miss, I set my sights on those I don’t, just to see if I have grown. comfort loves company, I must forego this alone this sea, set my sights on those that own, just to see if I am home.
Theres a life, there’s a life there’s a life on land, that makes itself try and understand. He swallows smiles too. He swallows smiles too.
The happy camper’s sun,
sits in his eyes,
blinding his disguise,
melting him into one.
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Nununanunun
03:45
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There’s plenty of stares in here, I watch you watching me, you want to get away, show me your fantasy, I can slow it down down down, don’t roll your eyes at me, roll them back at you instead, you’re part of everything.
I dance my hell into heaven,
I dance my pain into the rain,
I dance without any permission,
I dance my pain into the rain.
I've been right here before, it's been a million years, I've only changed my face, I cry the same damn tears, I wear the same old soul, I can slow it down down down, I only borrow the roll so I can kick its blues.
I dance my hell into heaven,
I dance my pain into the rain,
I dance without any permission,
I dance my pain into the rain.
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Little Bird
02:27
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She would tell me, I was right one time, even though I was late, she would tell me, I'd be alright, even though I’m going crazy.
my little bird she was astounding,
my little bird she, flew away.
it's in the papers, it's in the trash, it's in the back of our minds, she’s everything that, has ever been and, could ever even ever be.
my little bird she was astounding,
my little bird she, flew away.
we’re woven into the wake, I can not find yesterday, it's made of what you didn’t say, just before, you flew away.
these dusty bodies move and make, they destroy and create, they run in circles, all the time, she watches all with peace of mind.
my little bird she, was astounding,
my little bird she, flew away.
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worrydoll Portland, Oregon
adam robson:
vocals, guitar
jamie morton:
drums
taylor king:
guitar
jeremiah larsen:
bass
cate mccoy:
vocals, keys
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