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Iowa the Girl
04:02
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They sat next to each other
On the edge of the bed
On top of the covers
He saw this coming
She saw this end
He cut her from the photograph
Kept half for his wallet
But he asked to know
And she asked if he would
But what is will always come
And what was will never be
He'll never hold as tight
He'll never smell as deep
Never again
I called it so many times
Last night, the last night
But switch on the freeway
So we can lie
But what is will always come
And what was will never be
He'll never hold as tight
He'll never smell as deep
Never again
"What if I was gone?"
"If I just disappeared?"
"Would anyone care?"
"Can anyone here?"
If you were, I would die
If you did, I would find
I would care so much my dear
Even more than it appears
I could have stayed forever
All you had to do was whisper
Goodnight
Will always come
And what was will never be
He'll never hold as tight
He'll never smell as deep
Never again
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Stiletto
03:26
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She fanned the hell out of the air
To clear the smoke
And there I was
Write me about sometime
Because I wanted to know
Nothing but her arms
4:59; 1 more
It's time to go
We took off our Goddamn coats
'cause in a few days we'd be out West
Where nobody knew it
And I know
Your front door
And I drove home
Brown eyed
One more check to see if it's public
And then I'll shut down
It says "Planning? (question) How?"
A slash on each damn wrist
Just like the book had read
I'm writing to you because I'd like you to know
But noone knows
We took off our Goddamn coats
'cause in a few days we'd be out West
Where nobody knew it
And I know
Your front door
And I drove home
Doctor?
Can I go?
She's no coming home
We took off our Goddamn coats
'cause in a few days we'd be out West
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Million Today
02:47
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Sweet September
03:51
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Box of Broken Shells
04:31
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Up With Gilmore
04:32
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Cambridge
04:55
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A line of mixed blue and white
Silk flowers growing 'round the side
Of this apartments hollow ground
Oh it's morning in this town
20 days out for a storm
I hope it's pouring when it comes
Novembers coming with the seasons
And he points west in her direction
By now it made no sense
To go back home
Something he had often done
A line of mixed blue and white
Silk flowers growing 'round the side
of this apartments hollow ground
Oh it's morning in this town
20 days out for a storm
I hope it's pouring when it comes
Novembers coming with the seasons
And he points west in her direction
By now it made no sense
For him to go back home
Something he had often done
How heavy hearted Hampshire has become
Back to the sad, old smell of Cambridge
Cold as hell weather, the station
The temperature
The terminal
And across the road
A hospital
So this now what best friends do?
Should I forgive her?
Should I forgive her?
Because for sure I cannot blame her
Neither of us are ever growing up
But these have been some bad days
And this years fashion face won't last
Well these have been some bad days
A holiday in North Adams, MA
By now it made no sense
For him to go back home
Something he had often done
How heavy hearted Hampshire has become
Back to the sad, old smell of Cambridge
Cold as hell weather, the station
Well I can see I've lost my sight
But either the way the sun won't shine
Three days out of the weigh station
Out into the steady smash of the sun
And he could see the rise of the foot hills
Into that upstate horizon
And that's the longest drive
Coming home just short of night
Driving home all morning
All day long, and all day light
And the road
That lead into Ogunquit
And into the high hills
And mountains of wester Maine
Nine months north of Boston, the city
A sleet had began to steal across the day
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Call Her Alaska Manchester, New Hampshire
Call Her Alaska (affectionately known as "CHA") was an emo-indie band that formed in Manchester, NH in 2004.
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