You fill up my sences
Like night in the forest
Like the mountains in spring time
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my sences
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Artist - Kind of Like Spitting
Troubled at the office, troubled at the bank
I put my hands against the tree line
I know it's real but it still feels fake
The last thing I remember from that world
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Artist - Kind of Like Spitting
This isn't my room but still I know where everything goes
Your shoes, buzzing toys, dirty clothes
I can clean for you
Spotless like a palace
Chains bind me too
Your lips are like a...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Kind of Like Spitting
Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling
Out the screen door, off and old cassette
My mind was tight and ran like a engine,
When you showed up it was the darkest of dark nights
The s...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Kind of Like Spitting
Folding love letters and carefully placing them
In a box underneath my bed
When I drink I read over them
I'm much stronger than I was when I knew her,
But see here, see here,
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She's bright and you're bleak
Then she kicked you out into the street
You call her when you're weary and weak
And the coma you slip into
Will hold all this against you
You will lea...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Kind of Like Spitting
So what did she think?
Its fine but its not her thing
So what did he think?
The music's alright but he hates the way you sing
They're saying terrible things about you at the shows
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You're the same old bore
I know that, no need to remind me
I know from experience that nothing gold can stay
Numbers one or two, it all hits the same fan
And I'm your biggest fan
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I'm gonna hitch a cabby instead of the mercedes . forget chisel, tilt, and comic books. I'll write with whistles and sing to walls. remember faces massachusetts, 1998, snowing samm...Read Full Lyrics
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Here comes winter trial
Wishing I could remember being a child
On my knees again
Begging for Jesus or maybe an okay friend
I have been betrayed
By an anger that broke me, broke me
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Artist - Kind of Like Spitting