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Sedated Town
03:30
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Sedated Town
Still in my first bedroom,
my mothers gotten old and bruised.
In my sedated town.
Big brother has paid the rent,
what an excuse to go get spent.
In my sedated town.
My sedated town.
I pull over and start to snooze,
dream of tying the noose.
In my sedated town.
I think back to what they meant,
get clean this year for lent.
In my sedated town.
Help me,
save me,
drag me from it please.
I stabbed my arm to try and feel release.
My sedated town.
Help me,
save me,
drag me from it please.
Leave me,
kick me,
go on let me bleed.
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2. |
Grape Vine
03:32
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Grape Vine
My love,
this wine isn’t going to solve you.
I grab the same vine to get,
get to you.
Why can’t you see?
My love,
there is so much tragedy set for you.
I see the comedy in chasing you.
Remember me?
The desire,
the drunk
choir,
the getting higher.
The loneliness,
the emptiness,
set me free.
All the ecstasy,
it won’t make you that pleased.
And all the hostility,
it won’t bring you back me.
My love,
there is instinct when it is,
it is us.
Our voices are stripped when it,
it is us.
It’s time to leave.
No subject here,
that is clear,
finally.
No depths to be shared,
no blood to be shed,
so i’ll flee.
All the ecstasy,
it won’t make you that pleased.
And all the hostility,
it won’t bring you back me.
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3. |
Retort
03:07
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Retort
I see you cry,
tears in those eyes.
I never,
surrendered.
I never thought,
i’d hear you retort.
I feel it,
believe it.
I tried to.
I tried for you.
No one’s perfect,
aren’t I worth it.
I never,
surrendered.
Our intimacy,
has lost it’s glee.
I feel it,
believe it.
I tried to.
I tried for you.
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4. |
2 Weeks
04:05
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2 Weeks
Two weeks left here with you,
I hope you find another lover.
Two weeks left here with you and me.
I’m scared you’ll forget my face.
Now i’m awful look at me,
my rotting teeth don’t look at me.
Just let me rest in one piece,
my rotting teeth don’t look at me.
Ten days and nothing to loose,
let me slip by undercover.
Ten days your going to loose me.
Honey remember my grace.
Now i’m awful look at me,
my rotting teeth don’t look at me.
Just let me rest in one piece,
my rotting teeth don’t look at me.
Two weeks left here with you,
I hope you find another lover.
Two weeks left here with you and me.
I’m scared you’ll forget my face.
Honey remember my grace.
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Ensam Brighton, UK
Ensam is the alias adopted by Scott Christie when he started making music 5 years ago and the one that remains as his sound has changed and developed into what you’re listening to today. A jazz freak with a penchant for hip hop beats, Ensam layers wavy textures with graceful melodies to explore the boundaries of genres. ... more
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