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Swingset Lovers
03:16
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Ruby darling, won’t you stay with me, I’m calling
Won’t you sing to me your love songs as you sleep?
Swingset lovers, we just keep it under covers
And I try to touch the sky, you touch my cheek
Your eyes looked like fire in the night
So won’t you come back to bed?
Ruby sweetheart, won’t you stay and be my savior?
I’m a boat and you’re the anchor, pull me in
Do you remember when the quiet lights of the church turned us into almost sinners, pull me back
Your eyes looked like fire in the night
So won’t you come back to bed?
Ruby darling, I’ve been feeling like I’m falling
I’m just a girl and you’re an angel keep me safe
Sunset lovers and you know that no other could know the perfect way to break my heart
Your eyes looked like fire in the night
So won’t you come back to bed?
won’t you come back to bed?
won’t you come back to bed?
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Party Dress
03:49
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I’ve got a secret I wanna tell you
You’re not invited to my party anymore
I got something I wanna show you
Gave you my number, said “I’m bored”
Left it up to fate and you said that you’d call me back, you said you’d call me back
Left it up to fate and put on my party dress ‘cause I knew you wouldn’t like that
And you’re so blue
We’re just waiting on the day that you can open up your eyes and come through
I don’t mean to be rude, but I can tell that when you’re talking, it’s not true
I know that we should take a backtrack
Hit rewind before it comes undone
Never got the timing right
Always thought that you would be my one
Left it up to fate and you said that you’d call me back, you said you’d call me back
Left it up to fate and put on my party dress ‘cause I knew you wouldn’t like that
And you’re so blue
We’re just waiting on the day that you can open up your eyes and come through
I don’t mean to be rude, but I can tell that when you’re talking, it’s not true
I don’t mean it x3
Left it up to fate and you said that you’d call me back, you never call me back
Left it up to fate and put on my party dress ‘cause you said you didn’t like that
And you’re so blue
I’m just waiting on the day that you can open up your eyes and come through
I don’t mean to be rude, but I can tell that when you’re talking, it’s not true
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Stranger in your own home town, you wanna move to the city
Wanna move to the city, leave us behind
Maybe one day, it won’t hurt
I’ll see you in an advertisement
You’ll be famous, I’ll be waiting tables
And you know that I’ve been too far removed to get a say
I don’t wanna talk to you, you don’t want it to be that way
But you’re a big shot, baby, everybody knows you, everybody wants you
And I don’t remember the day that you got cooler than all of us
You’re a hot shot, sweetheart, everyone will know you, everyone will love you
And I guess I’ll move to the back of the line, I don’t mind
I don’t mind at all
Stranger in my own mind, I wanna take you dancing
Wanna take you dancing, then leave you behind
Maybe this year I’ll take it back
Then we’ll get better, then we’ll get bad again
I don’t know what you came for
And you know that I’ve been too far removed to get a say
I don’t wanna talk to you, you don’t want it to be that way
But you’re a big shot, baby, everybody knows you, everybody wants you
And I don’t remember the day that you got cooler than all of us
You’re a hot shot, sweetheart, everyone will know you, everyone will love you
And I guess I’ll move to the back of the line, I don’t mind
I don’t mind at all
Stranger in my own home town, I wanna move to the city
Wanna move to the city, leave this behind
Maybe one day it won’t hurt
You’ll see me in an advertisement
I’ll be famous, you’ll be waiting tables
But you’re a big shot, baby, everybody knows you, everybody wants you
And I don’t remember the day that you got cooler than all of us
You’re a hot shot, sweetheart, everyone will know you, everyone will love you
And I guess I’ll move to the back of the line, I don’t mind
Guess I don’t mind at all
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4. |
How Was Your Night?
03:07
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Woke up in the morning with the warning signs above my head
They whispered to me softly “please don’t do this”
But I’ve been too far gone, I’ve got my tunnel vision on
And all the best written songs remind me of you
Woke up in the nighttime and I started realizing that I wouldn’t mind it if we went through with this
So how was your night?
How?
How was your night?
You ask me how was mine?
It would be lovely to be talking to somebody who wants me right here and right now
It would be nice to hear those words to know that I don’t just have to
Write songs until you come around
It’s not you it’s me and I should stop all my complaining
Don’t wait for you to say you’ll take me out
It’s not you, it’s me and I should stop all my complaining
Kiss you ‘till our lungs give out
Waited at the bus stop and you said that you would show up
But we’ve only got an hour ‘till it’s over
Compiling all my notes together
I just need a change in weather, winter’s never been my favorite season
Waited on the rooftop and you said that you would show up
But we’ve only got an hour ‘till it’s showtime
Sat in silence realizing that you had made plans without me
No, I don’t mind, I swear to something
So how was your night?
How?
How was your night?
You ask me how was mine?
It would be lovely to be talking to somebody who wants me right here and right now
It would be nice to hear those words to know that I don’t just have to
Write songs until you come around
It’s not you it’s me and I should stop all my complaining
Don’t wait for you to say you’ll take me out
It’s not you, it’s me and I should stop all my complaining
Kiss you ‘till our lungs give out
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You are a writer and I’m just hoping I sound like a love song to you
I’d be a good host, I’d let you in, I’d make up a bed and you’d sleep all night
You are pretty
Good at coming up with words that no one’s ever found
I’m just lonely, you could hold me, this could be the day that I come clean
You are patient, I’ll be waiting, this could be the day that we come clean
You are pretty good at…
We’re both old souls, I wish we talked more
About the day we’re gonna come around
I’m fine waiting, I’ll be here daily
‘Cause you sound just like a love song to me
You are pretty
Good at coming up with words that no one’s ever found
I’m just lonely, you could hold me, this could be the day that I come clean
You are patient, I’ll be waiting, this could be the day that we come clean
You are pretty good at…
All the songs I wish were written about me
Are now the songs I wish I’d written about you
All the songs I wish were written about me
Are now the songs I wish I’d written for you
You are pretty
Good at coming up with words that no one’s ever found
I’m just lonely, you could hold me, this could be the day that I come clean
You are patient, I’ll be waiting, this could be the day that we come clean
You are pretty good at…
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6. |
These Days
03:45
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You look right outside your window
As she takes off all her clothes
And you wanna dive into the way
That she looked at you the other day
You don’t miss, you don’t miss, you don’t miss the way
She said, she said, she said “stay”
Summer daydreams bring this to mind
You’ll love each other if you have the time
Someday soon you’re gonna make it last
Someday soon you’re gonna meet your match
You notice, you notice, you notice the way
She said, she said, she said “stay”
One of these days x4
Come and find me in the evergreen
I am hiding underneath the trees
Is this the future or is this the past?
Is it silly for me to ask?
You don’t miss, you don’t miss, you don’t miss the way
Yeah, you notice, you notice, you notice the way
I said, I said, I said “stay”
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Finn O'Sullivan Denver, Colorado
one thing about me, I'll always get the best last word.
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