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Cooper! - stay true
03:33
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I know I can’t see
But you won’t be for me
I know the feeling
Revealing
Dis-ease
I know I’m right about this
Frightened. Displeased.
I might be fine without it
Love brings you to your knees
I’ll be alone I should have known
Just let me breathe
What we’d grown would turn to stone
Don’t see me seethe
I know I can’t see
But you won’t be for me
I might be picky
Or maybe
Saving
Me from myself
And you from me
It’s for my health
I quarantine
Spinning these wheels
Deep into the mud
Try stopping the drain
Without having a plug
The hardest thing left to be done
Is sweeping it all under the rug
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johnphl - Mother's Day
01:16
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Gloria Deo - Camaraderie
01:54
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Staring at the mirror with its dreadful gaze
I wonder why it never smiles at me or takes a break
but then I go out to to the world of sinful praise
And I remember why the mirror never left its place
Tearing through the pages of internet queens
When boredom at its finest is sensuality guaranteed
I look down at my own body and feel no place here
no camaraderie
Why did I bother to reduce my frame
When doing so is tantamount to putting that body in chains
Maybe I am no better than the pixie girls I disgrace
As I do return to the mirror every day
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OUTLIER- Beach Country
02:18
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I can wear my flip flops any single day of the week
It doesn't really matter 'bout where we're going you know there still perfect attire for my feet.
When it's time to go and cover up my knees, whether i'll button up a flannel or toss on a tank you know I'm reaching for my jeans.
Cause in the day we like to soak up the sun
And at night we like to sit by the fire, grill up my dogs on a toasty bun
I'm just a lil beach boy with a farmer's tan
Im just a lil bit of soda with an iced tea in my hands. Florida Boy.
Paddle out to catch the perfect waves
the wax on my feet finds the spot to ride the line and feel the spray of the ocean breeze on your face
Or grab a boat set on a tranquil lake
we'll cast the line, wait for the bite, set the hook, reel it in when it hits that bait.
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it just seems
it just seems like everything is shit
all my plans are shot
all that was fun in town I have no longer got
I can talk to anyone
online
but am sketched out kinda about doing it in real life
bc who knows who has what
and I'm probably not supposed to say this shit that gets us down
but were all thinking it
nothing wrong with sometimes having a frown
And sometimes being down
but I firmly believe that life goes on
and as they say will find a way
and with that in mind
carpe fuckin diem
seize even these quarantine days
Everything is shit
And all my plans are shot
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