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Hip Hatchet
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Coward's Luck
The countertop is cold
Like the tree from which it rose
Elbows lean against the wood
As kisses and tabs close
Darling oh, I guarantee
That my love is valid
But the weight that you've been carrying
Is nothing short of tragic
I can fill up all my days
With the laziest distractions
The prettiest girls without no names
The vices no different than the shame
And oh i grow cold
As i spread apart my toes
And try to grip the ground
As my shoulders implode
Wake up with my glasses on
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And hell to pay again
The walls and windows call me out
And say the floors a friend
My stomach says to eat
But my heart's too weak to cook
This coward's luck I lean on
Has got me feeling like a crook
I'll sit upon my hands
As i look for love
Assume that one day all of this
Will undoubtedly dissolve
And oh i grow cold
As i spread apart my toes
And try to grip the ground
As my shoulders implode
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