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Child in a Pet
02:31
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Do look at that bad child.
She is in the pet.
She would have her own way.
Oh how cross she looks!
And oh!
what a sad tale have I to tell you of her.
She was in such a rage,
that all at once God struck her dead.
She fell down on the floor, and died.
No time to pray.
No time to call on God to save her poor soul!
She left this world in the midst of her sin.
And oh where do you think she is now!
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Sunburn on my Legs
02:00
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it was short hot summer
everyone got fried
I got sun cream
but still burnt my legs
I really tried
looking half cooked
I got sun cream
but still burnt my legs
It's not a want of trying
That you lack
I burn up in this heat
It's no fun
Stick a fork in me now
I am done
Somebody cooked me really well
Grilled or fried it's hard to tell
I can smell meat grilling
And it's smelling like me
I smell burning and it
Smells fishy
Everyone got fried
the smell of meat
I could never eat anything
that looked like me
anything that looked like me
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3. |
How Many Fingers
01:16
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How many fingers am I holding up?
How many fingers?
How many fingers am I holding up?
How many fingers am I holding up?
If it's one
I might not like you
But if it's two
I might not be able to see
If it is three
I might be a scout doing my best
But if it's four
I might be reaching out for the door
And if it's five, there's no stopping,
we're going full on discount shopping
How many fingers am I holding up?
How many fingers am I holding up?
How many fingers am I holding up?
Fingers! Fingers! Fingers!
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4. |
People In Glass Houses
01:52
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Hey!
Did you ever even know?
That everything is all neon
in this house
in this house
this house of glass
nothing is breaking
nothing is crass
in this house
no matter what you've got
We've got bigger rocks
No one cares that you changed the locks
We'll break your windows break your doors
The light breaks yonder and we break yours
and you shatter like a shatterproof ruler
You could never look any less cooler
than a girl with a rock in her hand
and you know that's just bland
and talked just like a fuckin' scam
because there is you and I am
throwing rocks at you
because people in glass houses can do that
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5. |
I Took Those Hits
03:42
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Watching it all unfurl
through the gaps between my fingers
that shade of yellow doesn't suit you
not looking good in blue, it doesn't suit you
I saw the bruises on your arms
shaped like your fingers but larger
I saw how you were marked, you said nothing
but I know it wasn't you or your father
curled up in ball on the wooden floor
feels so cold against your skin
multiple hits to your head and face
there was no sin, you did nothing
I saw the bruises on your arms
shaped like your fingers but larger
I saw how you were marked, you said nothing
but I know it wasn't you or your father
I watched it all unfurl
like it wasn't me at all
I took those hits, I took those hits
it was me on the floor, me so small
I saw the bruises on your arms
shaped like your fingers but larger
I saw how you were marked, you said nothing
but I know it wasn't you or your father
Watching it all unravel
through gaps between my fingers
yellow doesn't suit me at all
blackened blueish always lingers
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6. |
Just Like Your Mother
02:08
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In those heals
it's just one
foot after the other
in those heals
walking around
just like your mother
in that white slip
yellow hairband that
you can't miss
you look just like your mother
in that dress
you'd never guess
that you looked just like your mother
and dad looks cross
and that's because
he thinks you should
look like him
because you're him
and not her
you still look
like your mother
wearing shoes far too big
for your feet
nylons feel quite neat
one day your feet, will grow
and everyone will know
that you are more like your mother
more like your mother
than your dad will ever know
and nothing will ever show
because you hid it well
burried deep and you don't know
where you left it
and you still look like your mother
with those painted nails and lipstick
that you look just like your mother
you look just like your mother
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7. |
Red Sky
02:12
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Red sky in the morning and the sun is going out
Red sky in the morning and the sun is going out
There's a feeling on my skin
so warm and soft
There's a feeling in my soul
'cos I just can't get enough
And I won't get enough!
Oh, Red sky in the morning and the sun is going out
Red sky in the morning and the sun is going out
There's a feeling on my skin
it's so warm and soft
There's a feeling in my soul
'cos I just can't get enough
And I won't get enough!
Red sky in the morning and the sun is going out
Red sky in the morning and the sun is going out
Red sky in the morning and the sun is going out
There's a feeling on my skin, it's so warm and
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8. |
Trip Yrself Up
02:18
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I was never the leechiest,
But now I'm just the sickest
I can't get my shit together
fingers touch the wood
and I'm still holding a chair
yeah, we're not going there
I remember the day we met
I couldn't quite make it out yet
everyone was laughing
and the music was loud
baby standing in the rain
looks like you'll get wet again
Y'know I just threw away those flowers
That shit is just not ours
you live in fear of dying
but I tell you, you're dead already
I counted the fingers on, my hand
I clearly had the middle one for you
I give it freely with much kindness
to show you that my heart is true
Trip Yrself up in those shoes!
could your legs be any longer?
could they, BE any longer?
with a little X and O
with love, kiss, nina
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9. |
No Fries
01:56
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I could tell you were a fool
no one wears socks with sandals
that dress was too long, too
and why did you want to hide your knees?
Those red shoes you bought
was nearly a month, before you could wear them
your legs looked so strong
but that dress was still too long
you held your hand up to your face
stopping the sun from hitting your eyes
coincidently, by that act, also hiding
You have the shake but got no fries
You have the shake but got no fries
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10. |
You Can't Hit That
02:28
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In the twisted realm where dreams collapse
A game of broken mirrors with broken bats
I stroll through shadows, swinging free
Hey! it's Nina ballerina, lost in lunacy
A vicious dance under the moon's spite
diamonds glitter in fading light
I swing with fury, a hurricane wrath
shattering illusion, leaving nothing intact
yet, you can't hit that with a baseball bat
you can't hit that with a baseball bat
you can't hit back with a baseball bat
you can't hit that with a baseball bat
you can't hit back with a baseball bat
you can't hit back
so let the cracks deepen, as the world falls apart
my bat swings and is ruled by my heart
whispers echo out in the empty stands
as I strike hard with bat in my hands
blood stains the ground, a crimson red
I swung hard and I hit it dead
dead in the centre, knocked it out of the park...
you can't hit that with a baseball bat
you can't hit back with a baseball bat
you can't hit that with a baseball bat
you can't hit back with a baseball bat
you can't hit that with a baseball bat
Don't bother looking for it, yeah
it looked like a six!
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11. |
Jane Doe
02:00
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You arrived in an accident
no one knew where you came
Jane Doe on the ticket
was your given name
no one saw what happened
no CCTV caught that news
someone stood on a doorstep
the door remains closed
what more can we
say can you hear that
that's deffo more than two
can you hear the sirens sounding
would you lift your hand up to the sky
would you catch it if it was falling
would you believe a word of a chicken?
especially one that was doing so much licking
doesn't even have any fingers!
They say its good luck
When a bird shits on you
I think they only say it
To make you feel better
Like taking part
Is more important than winning
Your race is won
But i dont hear anyone singing
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12. |
Glass Fingers
01:58
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she was the girl they called glass fingers
her nails just grew and grew
never one to point a finger
but when she did, you knew
her fingers grew oh so long
but in uneven rows
stretching out and reaching out
they became her toes
spread the cards across the table
see what can be
to read the fate and see the date
glass fingers unable to see
choose a card from the table
see what you can see
will it tell your future
or merely what will be
her future looked determined
by the 10 of swords
still worried about the tower
and what she walked towards
her fingers scraped across the floor
her hair pushed from her eyes
nothing could save her now
not even the book of lies
her fingers grew oh so long
but in uneven rows
stretching out and reaching out
they became her toes
spread the cards across the table
see what can be
to read the fate and see the date
glass fingers unable to see
glass fingers
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13. |
Back To The Ground
01:07
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With my back on the floor
Staring at the sky
The smell of chocolate
Makes me want to fly
High above the clouds
Trying to not look at the sun
You pull up your pants
No button, zip or buckle
Elastic works for you
I didn't feel a thing for you
I never felt your feeling
It only works if two are into it
There's no time for healing
I look up at the sun
And you've already gone
I readjust my clothes...
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