pocket, she?s got spam in a can What?s an analog girl to do Ones and zeros, zeros and ones She?ll have none of that virtual fun She?s a real deal ol? fashioned analog
I can grab the fireworks And soda all the cookies we can eat Make you nauseous but be cautious this is not dawsons creek We could sneak away, fuck it
A hot and windy August afternoon has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves as they're rocking in the breeze The boy lies in the grass
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Analog Through the coolest haze of this dreamlike maze it has begun and all I wanted you near With these wounds I bled a perfect tone of red in isolation
I've got a secret I've been watching you I know you're damaged but I still want you You're analog trash when life is digital But I prefer you I
In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sit. A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer. It is coming my way, I patiently wait. I see the
through the coolest haze of this dreamlike maze it has begun and all i wanted you near with these wounds i bled a perfect tone of red in isolation through
Falling asleep In the backseat The radio is on I feel alive Only when it's dark out Only when it's quiet Lost all my strength While gazing out The
I fell against the floor As i looked out to the stars A movement caught my eye I'm suddenly transformed Chorus: I'm walking alone On this dirty road
Am i good for you honey Am i good like a book Am i good for you honey Can i be beautiful And big enough To move you like the book Like Lilith Like Lilith
She is red light She means blood Hail your streetcar Save me one For the money For the show Keep your head On trade your hope And the fashion Of
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hits And remix, and remaster My disasters Our first-track words And never-before-heard Acoustic takes, it's yours From the shoebox to the online store Bury me in analog
I haven't slept in shifts. Vexed and wrecked like the print you infect. Diligent. Honest. Aside from that, we've got some points to discuss. They involve
[feat. Hodgy Beats] [Hook:] I can grab the fireworks, the soda, all the cookies we can eat Make you nauseous but be cautious, this is not Dawson's Creek
A hot and windy August afternoon Has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves As they're rocking in the breeze The boy lies in
