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Think (Know)
01:56
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I won't let you, I won't let you go down
I won't let you,
I won't let you go down with the ship
Don't think, you know
Don't think, you know what I
Don't think, you know
Don't think, you know what I need
Know what I need
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Alive (Sedated)
03:19
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I'm alive, but feeling thoroughly sedated
It'd be a lie if I, told you that I hate it
I'll try not to skew the information
When it's on its, way down
I hope it never stops raining
I hope the sky stays gray
I hope I'm clinically insane and,
Baby girl I hope you stay
I'm feeling high, and dry
Hung over dehydration
I'd reapply but I
Don't quite have the patience
I'll try to continue the conversation
But I can't make any promises
I hope it never stops raining
I hope the sky stays gray
I hope I'm clinically insane and,
Baby girl I hope you stay
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Can't Be (The One)
02:30
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It's so hard
Loving somebody else
When you can barely manage
Loving yourself
To be fair, I was never really there
At least not fully although,
The love she was capable of
Was beyond comparison
And I'm sorry I can't be the one
A shoulder to rest on
When everybody else is gone
An anger,
Forged in the fires of her youth
She was stranger
To her father's love and truth
To be fair, he was never really there
At least not fully although,
The love she was capable of
Was beyond comparison
And I'm sorry I can't be the one
A shoulder to rest on
When everybody else is gone
Gone, gone, gone....
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4. |
Digging (A Hole)
04:22
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I'm diggin' a hole
I couldn't tell you where it goes.
But I'm the only one who knows, knows.
Maybe my soul,
Is buried down there with the bugs and the bones,
In their summer subterranean home, home.
You can't think like that I'm told
You've got to get up, get out, grow old.
You can't think like that they say,
You're gonna make it some how some,
Hey yeah, mhmmm
I'm down in the dirt,
Away from all the hatred and the hurt
I guess I'll never learn to,
Go with my gut
And never to let my head interrupt
Oh but baby you know it still burns, it still burns
You can't think like that I'm told
You've got to get up, get out, grow old.
You can't think like that they say,
You're gonna make it some how some,
Hey yeah, mhmmm
You can't think like that they say,
You're gonna make it some how some way
You can't think like that it's true
I keep on tracing it back to you
Mhmm
The Sun will come up,
I swear to God I haven't seen it in a month
My eyes will just have to adjust, just.
I'm covered in mud,
After doing everything that I could.
I guess it just wasn't enough, it was never enough
You can't think like that they say,
You're gonna make it some how some way
You can't think like that it's true
I keep on tracing it back to you
Mhmm
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Boss Logic Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Sometimes jazzy, sometimes punkish, Philadelphia-based three-piece jams. Fresh from your mom's basement. We are Bøss Løgic. Our løgic is totally bøss.
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