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I’m at the park in Brooklyn Heights
That’s by the bridge and views Manhattan’s lights
A storm is brewing and it’s dark as night
In the distance lightning strikes
One could say that I’ve found the light
Because I’m underdressed and overstressed
Ass caressed by a New York bench
And I’m starting to get a little wet
But this doesn’t make me too upset
Because if I’m ever gonna be paying New York rent
You know I'm gonna treat myself to a jacket
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C'est Tragique
03:11
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What am I supposed to say to she who I loved yesterday?
She suddenly loves me today but tomorrow's so uncertain
I care not now what's in place of the curtain of uncertainty,
Your facade of ambiguity, just know there's no more you and me
I won't kiss the lips that tricked me, nor bow to the foot that kicked me,
Nor shake the hand that fixed me up for this monstrosity
This elongated odyssey, for countless nights without sleep
'Cause when I try and count sheep I remember your personality
C'est tragique; life is bleak
So, listen up as I speak
The same words that you said to me
That had me down and feeling weak
I've transcended past your peak,
So as you get on your begging knees,
I'll listen to your sad plea,
Laugh and say "C'est tragique"
I won't reciprocate the love that you sedate
Me with for fun and games
This isn't love and it's not hate, it's nothing
Now I've got my head on straight
I know you can't alleviate
My painful mental state
So, take the key and lock the gate we're nothing
C'est tragique; life is bleak
So, listen up as I speak
The same words that you said to me,
That had me down and feeling weak
I've transcended past your peak,
So as you get on your begging knees,
I'll listen to your sad plea,
Laugh and say "C'est tragique"
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bwa ba duh skiiiiiii büp bwee buh dah trsk trsk trsk sherlaak skoo dah
ra ka chahka chung djubba djubba ringah ding dung
gggggggggggrah!
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I'm a Fish
03:01
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How’d someone like me, a starving artist, informed but naive
End up near your lavish, ravaged, secrets in the attic pedigree?
Your never ending, condescending, bourgeois camaraderie
I’m a fish out of water and in too deep
It feels like the answer is right in front of me,
And though my eyes are twenty-twenty,
They’re skeptical, too, of the treason
That befalls me like a change of seasons
It’s still cold outside, is it spring yet?
Do I still need to wear this jacket?
Like some kind of shell, and you just want a crack at it
If I sit here to find out, you’ll have already smashed it
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Memes
03:52
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Driving in your car at night listening to José González
The blinker weaves on and off the beat and sounds like being driven home as a kid
The headlights facing us are bright and glisten in the summer air
Even though I squint my eyes, I’m glad that I can turn to look at you
Poorly told stories galore, they're only tolerated by us
The only thing that'll shut us up is when we kiss at each red light
Memories can’t compare to you
But there’s nothing that I can do
To bring them back, yet life goes on
To bring you back, yet life goes
Alone, together in the empire of cities
We shared headphones on that crowded train
My only vivid memories are what we listened to
The day was smoldering hot and melted us closer
I personified my passion for music into you
When you left me, it felt like my passion had left me
But really, that was what fueled the transition into who I am today
So thank you for breaking my heart
Reminiscing on the CD from your car
My ears deceived me into loving you
Once lost in the blur, and not to be found again
Lives in the headphones that I keep in my hood
Memories get lost in the blur
And I try to hold on to what I can
To bring them back, yet life goes on
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Spiral
01:02
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Lara the Barista
04:21
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I missed my flight just the other day
Because I read the time the wrong way
But I had had such a pleasant stay
It’s kind of nice when plans break
So, I went to my local coffee shop
The barista knew my order on the spot
Black coffee with a double espresso shot
It was kind of nice to extend my stop
I’m stuck in a city that I barely know
But I have never felt less alone
I missed my flight and so it showed
So, she took me into her home
In paid rooms, with travel guides
Trying to find where the locals hide
I had luck on my side
For she took me in arms wide
Why do I really have to leave?
I’ve come to love where I’ve come to be
She took me to the local park
And laughed at all my dumb remarks
“The park used to be an airplane field,
And I forgot I missed my flight earlier.”
She told me of my new plan
A flea market with sweater stands
On the way I saw a reggae band
Though, I never felt that plane land
Why do I really have to leave?
I’ve come to love where I’ve come to be
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