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Cozy Cosine
02:29
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There are no ghosts in my house
I do not sit here conjuring men
I am not stitching together skin and thoughts and guts
There are no ghosts in my house
So why do I keep coming here?
Why do people keep coming here?
Falling in love with every man you meet
I'm afraid that you have John Cusack eyes
Falling in love with every man you meet
I'm afraid that you have John Cusack eyes
There are no ghosts in my house
What kind of man wants to hear that?
And when he does will he want to stay?
Falling in love with every man you meet
I'm afraid that you have John Cusack eyes
Falling in love with every man you meet
I'm afraid that you have John Cusack eyes
Falling in love with every man you meet
I'm afraid that you have John Cusack eyes
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Ezra Peter
03:48
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Sometimes out loud I say "He's cute"
Let this feeling bloom
Let me focus on what's true
An astronaut approaches a new universe
New worlds open up
We should too
How can I stay in those eyes?
How can I stay in those eyes?
With all my strength I never gave up on autumn
You know I'm stubborn
Steady contemplating futures
I always seem to know what needs to be done
Is it my body I overcome?
Or just my soul?
How can I stay in those eyes?
How can I stay in those eyes?
How can I stay?
How can I stay?
How can I stay in those eyes?
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3. |
American New Year
04:30
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I promised myself I'd keep the corpse out all night
I'll find a reason for writing about love
Then feel okay with everything done in this bed
I promised myself I'd find myself lost at sea
I'll buy into the myth of more enthusing local forecasts
Maybe I'll shed this skin somewhere that crushes with its night sky
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
To love yourself until you do the right
For dragging you dying body up the beach
For making new mistakes
To keep going on and on about this
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
(I'm starting to find out where I belong)
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
(I'm starting to find out where I belong)
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
(I'm starting to find out where I belong)
Where do you find the guts, the lunacy, the hope?
(I'm starting to find out where I belong)
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4. |
Mother You Are Lucky
04:08
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I'm drifting again
Where does this come from?
All this luck
Illusions I'm alone
Will it follow me?
Cross amber waves?
Under every new love
Can I escape myself?
Let me be
Let me be
Let me be
Let me be
I found inside
The best kind of luck
I've shared my fear
But I don't feel cured
I tried feeling guilt
I've tried resilience
I looked for the love I thought
Was missing from my life
Let me be
Let me be
Let me be
Let me be
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5. |
Schroeder Ames
03:55
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It can't be the best time for feeling this way
Losing daylight, skin changing colors
Unhealthy shades of red sit between us
I can't move it
What am I without it?
Can't be the best time for feeling this way
Losing daylight, skin changing colors
Unhealthy shades of blue sit between us
I can't move it
What am I without it?
Am I making this up?
Is the pain even real?
In time will I grow?
Will I know that I've loved myself enough?
Or does it come like the wave?
And does it leave like the moon?
I know you'll feel better if you tell them
Crawl out of your skull and tell them
Why wouldn't they want to know
My skin changes colors?
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6. |
April of Your Days
03:36
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I can't promise you
A good life
All your passions
If you let go
You'll kiss a stranger
You will die
Maybe learn to
Trust yourself
The best you can with what you have
The best you can with where you are
The best you can with what you have
That's all we ask
All we ask
You may hallucinate
The sunrise
Or your own voice
On your best days
But who leads a life
So euphoric?
The next breath comes
Breath will come
The best you can with what you have
The best you can with where you are
The best you can with what you have
That's all we ask
All we ask
The best you can with what you have
The best you can with where you are
The best you can with what you have
That's all we ask
All we ask
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Post Cinema New York, New York
Post Cinema is Jeibi, Michael, and, Andrew.
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postcinemaband@gmail.com
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