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Paper Bag
03:33
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I think I should leave
And I think you should plead
We should fulfill our roles
The one who stays and the one who goes
I think you should pray
That knowledge comes your way
You’ve been breaking hearts for so long
You didn’t even notice yours was gone.
You don’t get to be any sort of sad about this
You don’t get to be any sort of mad
When you reduced my source of oxygen to a paper bag.
I moved to the very place
You’d hoped to live out your days
Is that why you like all the pictures I post
Are you, are you in on the joke?
You don’t get to be any sort of sad about this
You don’t get to be any sort of mad
When you reduced my source of oxygen
to a paper bag.
I was nineteen
You were almost thirty
I thought we were friends
But I was really your last chance at youth, at truth
You don't get to be any sort of sad about this,
You don't get to be any sort of mad.
You don't get to be any sort of sad about this,
You don't get to be any sort of mad
When you reduced my source of oxygen to a paper bag.
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2. |
Wild
05:38
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I’m a big girl in a big city
And I’ve never felt so alone
Got my records and books for company
Always welcome guests in my home
I don’t have too much money
But somehow I survive
Leaning out my apartment window
I count the worlds driving by
Don’t tell me these are the best years of my life
When I look back through photographs, that’s when I’ll decide.
Don’t tell me I’ll give up my dreams for a child
I’m here on the edge of a memory, and right now I feel wild.
I like the air out on Sunset
Swishing 'round my evening coat
So many people in a hurry
To go home and count their gold
I like the sand down in Venice
Soft and supple like my curves
I take a snapshot with my fingers
The image tingles in their nerves
Don’t tell me these are the best years of my life
When I look back through photographs, that’s when I’ll decide.
Don’t tell me I’ll give up my dreams for a child
I’m here on the edge of a memory, and right now I feel wild.
Thousands of miles away
the distance is how I grew
My parents think that I’m all grown up
But they forget everything they knew
when they were young
when they were dumb
when they were fun
Don’t tell me these are the best years of my life
When I look back through photographs, that’s when I’ll decide.
Don’t tell me I’ll give up my dreams for a child
I’m here on the edge of a memory, and right now I feel wild.
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3. |
Have to Find
04:22
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I have to find a way to tell you it’s okay, I have to find.
I have to let you know, I’ll miss you when you go.
I’ll want to bottle time.
Your body is sick,
Your mind and your heart are tired of it.
They give you drugs,
We give you love
But nothing sticks
You write it down
How you feel this week
You shut us out
So we won’t have to see
I have to find a way to tell you it's okay, I have to find.
I have to let you know I'll miss you when you go.
I'll want to bottle time.
They radiate whatever they find
They kill the grape but they never kill the vine.
Your son calls and you cry
.
You tell him you’re ready to die.
I have to find a way to tell you it's okay, I have to find.
I have to let you know I'll miss you when you go.
I'll want to bottle time.
I am selfish, I don’t want it
A future without you there.
Do these miles dull the speed of my prayer?
Do these miles dull the speed of my prayer?
I have to find a way to tell you it's okay, I have to find.
I have to let you know I'll miss you when you go.
I'll want to bottle time.
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4. |
Slow Down
03:20
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I always taste the rain before it hits the roof.
I always take the pain before I ingest the truth.
Show me the fabric of your fraying knotted proof,
I'll wash it away before it smells like you.
I always bite the earth before its ripened age.
Always premature, an unlit stage.
Slow down young one,
One life, many tongues.
Safe now in the quiet hum
of the refrigerator's breaths.
I always feel the wine before its dance begins.
I watch it rise from down in my toes.
I trace its path before it goes.
Show me the mattress, show me the floor.
Stitch the night back together so it's perfect once more.
Slow down young one,
One life, many tongues.
Safe now in the quiet hum
of the refrigerator's breaths.
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5. |
Wrong, Wrong, Wrong
03:40
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I never felt that I was worthy of love.
I always thought I’d die alone with my cat,
And then you came and washed away all of that.
I saw your face and couldn’t place just what it was
That made me feel like I couldn’t wait to touch.
And I could not be any more happy
to be wrong, wrong, wrong
I never liked for anyone to get close.
You know me in a naked way
that has nothing to do with clothes.
I never liked to fight and stick around.
But after words are said and heard, we lay back down.
And I could not be any more happy
to be wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
You never said those three words to anyone after her
She broke your heart and threw the shards in the wind.
I picked them up from the bottom of that cliff.
I patched them up with a little love and some spit.
And you could not be any more happy
to be wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
And we could not be any more happy
to have made it to this song.
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Sarah Hollins Los Angeles, California
Sarah Hollins is an indie singer-songwriter who sounds like your favorite ’90s nostalgia played on Joni Mitchell’s guitar, hooked up to Robert Smith’s amp. Fusing indie rock lyrics with her R&B vocal chops, she’s crafted a pop/rock sound that is a vulnerable rebellion. Her newest single, “This High” is out now via AWAL. ... more
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