1. |
A Reminder
06:44
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Every morning we wake up
He's staring at the ceiling
And I'm listening to the clock
Every morning we wake up
I stare into his shoulder
And he's looking at the ceiling
And I'm listening to the clock
Those seconds sound like footsteps
When did they get so strong?
Have you been here for long?
I don't need it
I don't need it
I don't need to know my name
I don't need it
I don't need it
I don't need to know the time
'Cause what use is it anymore to me?
It's a reminder of who I could've been by now
What use is it anymore to me?
It's a reminder
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2. |
(theceiling)
00:54
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3. |
Little By Little
03:10
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"Don't turn nasty now
The dusts of hell
A pillar of my salt
The last one out of the box
The one who broke the spell
Little by little, by hook or by crook
I'm such a tease and you're such a flirt
Once you've been 'round you've been around enough
Ooh
Little by little, by hook or by crook
Never in earnest, never get judged
I'm no idiot, I should look
Ooh
The glue won't hold
The thread unpulls
Uncurling with my love
The last one out of the box
The one who broke the seal
Obligations
Complications
Routines and schedules
The drug that will kill you
Kill you"
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4. |
Me Against the Sun
05:50
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All your tricks are on the table
Your book of spells cannot be cast upon me
And I was your fool once
I was your fool once
But only once, only once
Shame on me if twice
What does it mean
To flock into a city
Full of stars
Under stars we cannot see?
This must be some twisted game
Ooh,
It's always me against the sun
It's always me against the sun
Ooh,
It's always me against the sun
It's always me against the sun
Ooh,
I never liked this kind of sun
I never liked this kind of sun
Ooh,
I never thought you were the one
I never thought you were the once
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5. |
This Year
07:11
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Sometimes it feels like we've bled together
Not at the same time but into each other
You were sitting in a pool in my dream
You were swimming out, swimming out
Into the deep
I have given up on days
I have forgone their meaning for the time being
All that I remember from this year
From this year
Is the packing and the unpacking
I didn't mean to leave it behind
I didn't mean to leave it behind
For it is not behind where I left my dreams
I have folded them away
It is only safe to peak
I have given up on days
I have forgone their meaning for the time being
All that I remember from this year
From this year
Is the packing and the unpacking
Giving up on days
Losing faith in hours
Giving up on days
Losing faith in hours
So I'll plan what I'll do
When it's time to return
And I'll let my dreams hibernate me
Hibernate me slowly, hibernate me deep
I don't wanna wake up
For this winter
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6. |
I Choose Eyes
03:56
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No matter how many lifetimes I return to this place
This is the one
The one, the one, the one
No matter how many lifetimes I return to this place
This is the one
The one, the one, the one
I choose to live with
I choose air
I choose eyes
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O Slow Brooklyn, New York
O Slow is the ethereal pop effort of Brooklyn-based multi-instrumentalist Jacqui Miranda
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