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Yoko Get The Antibodies
01:50
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Jane
03:49
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You were the wildest party I ever threw for myself
I can't forget the way that you're body felt
Or the weekends when your parents
Were traveling in Spain
You wore a miniskirt with no underwear
Bit me on the chest as I tugged on your hair
I pinned you to the bed
Til you started to scream my name
Jane, you never owed me the time of day
Good men don't leave home
For New York City anyway
Now the beaches by your place feel like foreign shores
All the girls look like girls who aren't girls anymore
All the boys are spouting off
With 16's tired cliches
They make me think about the song that I wrote for you
You memorized the words, but you never knew
All the voicings for the chords
Or how natural they felt to play
Jane, you never owed me the time of day
Good men don't leave home
For New York City anyway
Jane, you never owed me the time of day
Good men don't leave home
For New York City anyway
Feats of strength, the acid tests
I promise Jane, I won't forget
You'll kneel over me again
Inside your bedroom in my head
Happiness beguiles my sense
Leaving my soul in peace and quiet
Paris isn't burning like New England did
I promise Jane, I won't forget you, no
Jane, you never owed me the time of day
Good men don't leave home
For New York City anyway
Jane, you never owed me the time of day
Good men don't leave home
For New York City anyway
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Hospice
03:13
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I lifted your body up with a cloth today
Now I'm watching you sleeping,
Watching as you struggle to breathe
Your eyes that used to shine
Smile vacantly
I just want to believe in you
Like you believed in me
Driving you down to the home
Was a nightmare coming true
I buried us all in the last playlist I made for you
You whispered the words
In a voice cracked and out of key
I just want to believe in you
Like you believed in me
I'm outside the hospice room
Trying to write your last song
You're with us tonight,
And I know that you won't be for long,
But if the words exist at all
They're beyond my reach
I just want to believe in you
Like you believed in me
I just want to believe in you
Like you believed in me
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Aaron Waldman Brooklyn, New York
THEATRICAL LO-FI INDIE-POP: MAINE-RAISED, BROOKLYN-BASED.
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