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rabid dogs
04:32
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when i was 13 i was bit by a rabid dog
when i was 18 i was kissed by another one
now im grown up and i'm sure that you can understand
that im more careful about where i put my hands
it was freezing on the park bench where you saw me crying
and i tried hard to be calm
and in my driveway i could barely feel your pulse oh
i could only ever have you as a ghost
honey you know i won't ache and moan
cause in the end it's me who let you go
in the morning you put your icy hands on mine
and without warning you cut my hair like samson
i make some coffee cuz i don't know what else to do
you say you love me and i can't even look at you
honey it's true i won't ache and moan
cause in the end it's me who let you go
when i was 13 i was bit by a rabid dog
but now i'm grown up and i don't care how loud you bark
im not sorry and i won't ever be your girl
and i'm not cryin cause you were never my whole world
i won't put you in a poem
and i won't write you any songs
and i won't grant you any solace
your greatest gift was leaving me alone
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massachusetts
04:16
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in northern massachusetts
the autumn turns so quick
we went down walking through it
ended up in the styx
i see you in cathedrals
names carved into the piews
hands folded words unspoken
never thought much of it
i wonder where you’ve been
i wonder where you’ve been
long hair across the common
light coming through the trees
your face turned red from winter
you turned to look at me
I burn to see you coming
and i burn to watch you leave
i lose the hours dreaming
about you in between
and i could haunt this city
looking for your ghost in alley ways and open doors
or i could get my head straight
realize that baby, it’s not like that anymore
come home alone in denim
I want to feel the cold
the winter wind like menthol
comes blowin through my bones
i lean into o’hara
until my mind gets tough
but in my mouth the tea is
never quite hot enough
i am not what you need
i am not what you need
oh i am hardly half i used to be
wakin at night from strange and violent dreams
Oh massachusetts won’t you look at me
Oh massachusetts won’t you look at me
Oh massachusetts won’t you speak to me
Oh massachusetts won’t you speak to me
Oh massachusetts
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My true love, my only certainty standing on the porch
All I need to know is I'm moving forward
No need to call for me, I'm waiting at your door
My heirloom for thanatophobia cuts me like a sword
Most in love at highway convenience stores
No need to call for me, I'm waiting at your door
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cadderwall Boston, Massachusetts
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