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The Boys
04:11
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Why don't the boys paint their faces?
My mother laughed and called it "war paint"
Pink pepper spray on a keychain
My father gave me mace for Christmas
Because he loves me
Why are the boys taught survival?
All I got was that friendship bracelet
Homework to draw a pretty tiger
I quit the Girl Scouts from that assignment
Because I love me
Why aren't the boys praised for sweetness?
The king of the pack is praised for conquests
Owning another woman's body
Grabbing the knife to add his notches
'Cause he doesn't love her
And we were taught to walk with keys laced in our fingers
Cross the street if we see any stranger
Kick the knees if we've been overtaken
Elbowing our way to being safer
The senator stared at his shoelaces
Cornered inside the elevator
Forced into witnessing her heartbreak
I guess it's time for the investigator
'Cause he loves his daughter
'Cause he loves his daughter
'Cause he loves one of us
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Vapor
05:20
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I got used to a certain tremor
All down my spine
And the hazy form of love
That I've come to know
I got used to a certain lover
All down my spine
And the hazy dreams of love
We might come to know
Where is your heart?
Where is your heart?
Ain't nothin comin out your mouth but vapor
Ain't nothin comin out your mouth but vapor
Oh, the fog that you're in has filled your hollow lungs
And the words from your heart can't find their way back out
Lay down on your soul, nestled in their winter robes
And hope for the spring to thaw
I got used to a certain tremor
All down my spine
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The Choir
04:45
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Send me all your secrets
I'll send you my open ears
Lift me up from the everyday rhythms
Take me to your country
I'll bring with me my open heart
Lift your voice through the chaos and clatter
Wade into the waves of the stereo--
This is my sanctuary and we are the choir
We are the choir
We are the choir
We are the choir
Welcome to my country
I'll give you my softest eyes
Leave the weight of this immense existence
We are the choir
We are the choir
We are the choir
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4. |
Crucible
06:16
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Down through the waves, and the sun oscillates
Spreading its arms open wide
Sunken, encased in velvet and lace
Crucible beckoning bright
Down through the waves, let the current erase
Traces of urges to hide
No more will I hide
No more will I hide
No more will I hide
Down through the waves, let the current erase
Traces of urges to hide
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