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Your Filthy Lava
02:23
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I've got a thirst for drama,
Feel free to drown me
Under your filthy lava,
Don't tell me that you love me
'Cause I need you to fan the embers,
Please make it sore,
Cut the tethers and break my oars
Each drop of lava tears a hole in the boat
Each drop of lava fills with coal my tired throat
Each drop of lava isn't enough
No matter how much I swallow,
Hating you still feels kind of wrong
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2. |
Les Os Du Mort
03:37
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I'm out of gas, I'm off the path
Is there any path in this hot, dry, deadly, dusty desert called love
I think I've found one, I saw a sign
Then we split, you're running wild
Wide the gap between the dunes we try to climb
The gap between the dunes we try to climb
You know that I bruise easily
So be careful while dragging my body
Dry is the sand and far is the sea
So be kind to my body
When you can't decide what to remind
The truth, the rest,
The kisses or the mess,
The oasis or the death
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3. |
Break-Up Dogs
04:56
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I've got a lion-shaped hollow that will need to be filled
And the way you glow leads me to believe
That you might do the trick, that you might be fine
So at your own risk, I say "Please be mine"
Mine for the night so that I can try
To get her taste off my mouth
Off the cries, off the lies, off the light
Be my Break-Up Dog
Step out of the hound, come lick my wound
Be my Break-Up Dog
Step out of the hound, howl at the moon
Please stay around, don't leave too soon
Cause there's a little cut to bind up
A little piece of glass to put under the rug
A little cut to bind up
Still a few gallons to bale out
Girl, nothing to worry about
Still a few gallons to bale out
A few gallons of lava before you become my lover
Hold still, hold
Be my dog and push your claws a little deeper in
Until you turn feline
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4. |
Meccallerina
05:08
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It's in my nose, it's in my ears
It's way too close
I've got the feeling of having no home no more
It's way too close
It's way too near
No home no more, except for
My mother's step, my father's stare,
My sister's ache and your arms
But even your arms got an end
That's why I got to tell you that
No matter how hard you try to hold my hand
Outcome will still be the same
No home, no friend and no fate
So watch me die and fade
Anywhere I lay my head
I will call my vault
And if there's still strenght in your hand
Be my psychopomp
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