1. |
Why Wait
02:58
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2. |
Ring Around The Rosie
03:44
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3. |
Be All And End All
03:32
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4. |
Your Suit Hangs Well
03:07
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I should have gone
When you took that gun
But I'm still young
And you live on
And how is your tongue
Is it still caught up
I'll come with my knife
And help you unwind
Calm down
We are all dyin'
Send your goodbyes
Just one more time
And I'll leave you
To your own life
Calm down
We are all dyin'
Calm down
We are all dyin'
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6. |
This Year's Lie
02:46
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On a cold night in San Francisco
Lost my money and my way home
In a doorway in Castro
Found my last legs of this Year's Lie
This year taught me how to lie
And say I'm fine
Woke up in front of you
Banged down your door
Found my head in a gutter
All drugged up with no place go
This year taught me how to lie
And say I'm fine
Almost made it out alive
But lost it all at the last minute
In the last place you'd find
This year taught me how to lie
And say I'm fine
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7. |
An End To It All
02:30
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We could stay up all night
Pretending we are new
And we could spend some time talking
About the quality of time
Just as the waters will rise and fall
There is an end to it all
Having a ghost in my bed
Doesn't that make me a little bit dead
Spending each dime on a cure for my head
Is killing the time that we think that we have
We could stay up all night
Pretending we are new
And we could spend some time talking
About the quality of time
Just as the waters will rise and fall
There is an end to it all
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8. |
Room 304
03:09
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Thursday's King
Slides up to me
Says "do you like to drink?"
Hand on my thigh
"Baby can you see the thorn in my side?"
One place this leads
Down a dark street
His hotel suite
Room 304
"Miss did you read the sign on the door?"
Traveling eye
Says one he'd like
To take his own life
He just don't know how
"Who's gonna say goodbye to me now?"
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10. |
Pat A Cake
03:01
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11. |
Kid
03:50
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He's a kid
Watching me
He's a kid
Watching me
For security
I'm alive
that's all
I'm alive
That's all
He's a kid
Watching me
He's a kid
Watching me
For security
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12. |
I See Cold
04:41
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Your love is deeper than a puddle
Deeper than a puddle
A puddle
And your mind is calmer than a killer
Calmer than a killer
A killer
It's the cold I see
Icy cold
In your eyes
Icy cold
Wait un
Wait until I come down
Wait until I come down
Come downstream
And wait un
Wait until that day
Wait until that day
I let you leave
It's the cold I see
Icy cold
In your eyes
Icy cold
And are content
Content to be
Be alone
Alone like me
And are you happy
Happy to be
Happy to be unhappy
It's the cold I see
Icy cold
In your eyes
Icy cold
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Flip Grater Paris, France
Paris-based New Zealand singer-songwriter Flip Grater has a penchant for sharing. Apart from memoirs and recipes, she pens highly personal, nostalgic and at times melancholic indie-folk songs.
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