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leaves fall on my head
rain falls on my head
everything
above me
falls onto my head
(howling) my dog wrote this part
he sang with me
at my parents piano
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2. |
over stair
04:18
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walking somewhere
going nowhere
your hands in my hair
your feet on my feet
over stair
i invite you to my house
you invite me to your house
i'll make coffee in the morning
while your louse bites my louse
my louse
cemetery
who will bury me
will it be under a tree
will my relatives' friends miss me
the kids in your class
hate the kids in my class
but it's ok
i'll fit my pants on my ass
and the ants in the grass at day
at day
walking somewhere
going nowhere
your hands in my hair (x5)
your feet on my feet
over stair
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3. |
O! grumpy neighbor
03:14
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maybe i don't know how lucky i am
maybe i take these kinds of things for granted
maybe i don't know why i've got the resources i do
maybe i wish i knew how to help you
i just can't help but hate you
i can't connect to people who don't
treat me like a human being
i can't connect to men
who are large and loud and hateful
i wish i could share my heart with you
i wish that my mom could be your mom too
but i wouldn't wish her the hurt that was inflicted by you
but the thing is
i can hate you
if i need to
but i can also forgive you
i can also forgive you
i can also forgive you
forgive you (x13)
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4. |
brooklyn boys
02:48
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you called my hair
the perfect shade of brown
just before i skipped town
and i knew from the start
i was too much for you
but i thought your eyes
were the perfect shade of blue
just like somebody i once knew
but brooklyn boys
don't jive with small town girls like me
i have yet to find a lover
who finds my sleep-talk sexy
and i won't go to the edges of the earth
to search
for you, or anybody,
(not even L.A.)
(whistling solo)
you called my hair
the perfect shade of brown
just before i skipped town
and i knew from the start
i was too much for you
but i thought your eyes
were the perfect shade of blue
just like somebody i once knew
but brooklyn boys
don't jive with small town girls like me
i have yet to find a lover
who finds my sleep-talk sexy
and i won't go to the edges of the earth
to search
for you, or anybody,
(not even L.A.)
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5. |
crying thru a hipass
02:57
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i'll never feel okay here
'cause this is not my home
no number of warm layers
can insulate my skin against this cold
yeah i'm trying
no i'm trying to cheer up
nicotine and candy helps me
get to saturday
i'll bitch and moan about it
when i get a stomachache
yeah it's my fault
just like last time
i'm a stranger to this world
i have no doubt about it that
we'll meet again someday
i'll take your hands in mine
with a big smile on my face
all forgiveness
no conditions
you're an angel on this earth
i wanna see what's out there
i wanna scratch my skin
i wanna have the sense of curiosity
i did when i was ten
crying thru a hi-pass
a voicemail i'll regret
but if i can't beg forgiveness
then i'll hopefully forget
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6. |
at least i tried!!
02:07
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i tried so desperately
and i let myself down
and i try to be gentle with me
but i fuck it up somehow
and i'll die alone one day
not a flower on my grave
i guess i love to pity myself
or i wouldn't have it
any other way
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Hannah Sandoz Chicago, Illinois
music that holds you while you cry
based in chicago
guitar + vox + live electronics
hannahsandoz55@gmail.com
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