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excuse me
03:27
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ocean ave looks nice tonight
mango skies and strawberry
pink blazes cast the roofs aflame
two girls roll by on roller skates
my friend, she's the strong feminist
it's me who's just a nervous wreck
we hear the shouts, the heat's a lot
on skin locked up for four whole months
excuse me, dear, can i help you?
would your kids like some comfort?
(i think to myself)
ocean ave looks nice tonight
flip flops trail a yankees cap
strapped to a man with lifeless eyes
whose voice is rough and powerful
and shouts about a lazy kid now tearing quietly again
their pace picks up, and so does ours
please make it safely to your car
excuse me, dear, can i help you?
would your kids like some comfort?
can i walk you to safety?
would your kids like some comfort?
security's not trained to handle cases of abuse
i can't look the other way no matter my excuse
a man is out here frantic
he's causing a big scene
my head's filled up with helpless thoughts
it makes me want to scream
excuse me dear, can i help you?
would your kids like some comfort?
why do i feel this helpless?
why do men hold such power?
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don't think
03:19
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pack your bags
fold your clothes
grab some lunch
off you go
your mother said
"don't be a fool. it's not your mouth that makes the rules"
high expectations
trapped in a check box
forget your friendships
it's standards that save us
forget about all the lies
no use complaining
do what your teacher said
did your mother teach you that?
pack your bags
fold your clothes
grab some lunch
off you go
your mother said
"don't be a fool. it's not your mouth that makes the rules"
high expectations
trapped in a check box
forget your friendships
it's standards that save us
forget about all the lies
no use complaining
do what your teacher said
did your mother teach you that?
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3. |
love yourself (jb cover)
04:29
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out of the bag
05:48
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cat's curled up by the window
the same way as yesterday
it's getting harder to wake with her these days (these days)
we can't go back to normal
the cat's out of the bag, but she's still sleeping on the sill
the cat's out of the bag, i've never seen something so cute
routines and the procedures
constructed and torn down
why do we choose to wake up at dawn, to alarms
i think about those in prison
the same day, every day
they say when this is over, it will change (it won't change)
we can't go back to normal
the cat's out of the bag, but she's still sleeping on the sill
the cat's out of the bag, i've never seen something so cute
the cat's out of the bag, but she's still begging us for food
the cat's out of the bag, right now the timing seems a thrill
they say when it's over, we'll see how arbitrary
the laws subjected on society have always been
the cat's out of the bag, but she's still sleeping on the sill
the cat's out of the bag, i've never seen something so cute
the cat's out of the bag, but she's still begging us for food
the cat's out of the bag, right now the timing seems a thrill
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little oso Portland, Maine
Portland-based dream pop artists Little Oso commemorate summertime nostalgia with catchy melodies, shimmering vocals, and spacey lead guitar riffs.
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