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Art Robot
01:55
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Fuck my six-month man and his wooden mind
You know the house your shit bought won't stay clean
Can a robot walk this way
Take the knife out I want to play
Get your fork out have some more
Like that like that you eat your heart out
Can a robot walk this way
Take the knife out I want to play
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2. |
Bedside Table
03:34
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Can't say I'm waiting for you to make the first move
Breath gets caught in my chest
If you please please me like you should
Wonder would be a lucky thing
And all I see is your face
In the light from the bedside table
And all I see is your face
In the light from the bedside table
Hand moves up from its' awkward placement
Sheets move in, take hold, throw me over
And all I see is your face
In the light from the bedside table
And all I see is your face
In the light from the bedside table
And you belong to me
You belong to me
You belong to me
You belong to me
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3. |
Game
04:04
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I could cover up the scars
Wash the water from my face
Is that what you want
I could shut it down
Stop the game
Is that what you want
I could throw it all away
Is that what you want
I could throw it all away
Is that what you want
Is that what you want
I could cover up the scars
Wash the water from my face
Is that what you want
I could shut it down
Stop the game
Is that what you want
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4. |
Long Awaited Sigh
02:47
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When the dust grows over the path
What happens to the sweet leaves falling on the ground
Ground
And would you recognise the pain I feel
When you are drinking in the playground
Playground
Underneath my feet is the ground
And would you stop to help me up
If I no longer could stand for your lying down
Down
Underneath my feet is the ground
Get inside my long awaited sigh
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5. |
Where's The Door
03:53
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Wading through thoughts of you
And your pools of blood red
We drink the drink that turns
Day into darkness
Where's the door
Laying down upon my knees
Until he sees me crying
Where's the door
Laying down upon my knees
Until he sees me crying
And I could take
I could take one breath away
Away from you
Where's the door
Laying down upon my knees
Until he sees me crying
Where's the door
Laying down upon my knees
Until he sees me crying
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6. |
What Life Could Be
05:04
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Concrete
03:29
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Doing So Good
02:47
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10. |
This Road Leads Home
04:17
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Have you ever seen my face
Outside the walls of the blue age
Far from the war we made
Far from the war we made
I know this road leads home
And I'll walk this road alone
Have you ever known my name
This name I own till my dying day
Far from the war we made
Far from the war we made
I know this road leads home
And I'll walk the road alone
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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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