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Priestess - Live
03:52
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Looking for something
I don't know what
Maybe I'll find it
In some stranger's blood
But I guess
It's all for fun now
Love cuts so deeply
And I don't know why
I put on a smile and
Still say goodnight
To strangers
Resembling lovers
The air is less sweet now
But spring will return
And lovers will blossom
But still fail to learn
That forever
Isn't for mortals
We're all so foolish
Making life plans
Faith in God is ridiculous
But while holding hands
We leap
Out of human necessity
Isn't it beautiful
To trust something we can't see
I don't wanna get married
Don't wanna end up alone
Next to somebody
I used to call home
If my body's a temple
I'm letting them in
Congregations inside of me
Running from sin
I'll be honest
I never believed this
A woman's body
Can't grant you forgiveness
I don't wanna get married
Don't wanna end up alone
Next to somebody
I used to call home
I don't wanna get married
Don't wanna write you a poem
I'm not your priestess
I ain't even my own
I ain't even my own
I ain't even my own
I ain't even my own
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2. |
I Don't Feel Good - Live
03:44
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Kick up the dirt on the way to get your correspondence
Defund the mail
Defund my will
Breaking over ponderance
If the morning's not bleak
The nighttime will bring me back down
Do you find peace in Confederate cemeteries
Cause you know that those racists are dead
Even though there is plenty of evil
In our homes and in our heads
Open a book to sort out how I'm feeling
Feeling too much
Not feeling enough
Dull the ache inside me
It's always raining
But I guess I like it
I've been dreaming about Amsterdam
Dreaming alone won't make them change
Take a dream to a jail in Birmingham
To be shot by a man I won't name
I thought love was my ticket out of here
Do I stay and set it on fire
This tenderness I still possess
Is cutting my feet on the wire
Love is something you do
Not just a crapshoot
Some caption to make you feel good
I don't feel good
I don't feel good
I don't feel good
I don't feel good
I don't feel good
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You said
I'm gonna smoke a cigarette
After losing one more bet
It's written in your genetics
You inherited more than your pain
One day, you'll say
I'm sick of this shit
Lean back and
Kick the bucket
Is that the way
You wanna leave
How many stories must you tell
Before you finally feel well
What's in your aching heart
PBRs and cop cars ablaze
Cause babe
The fire always stays
Sing to me those old, old songs
Dress it up with your mother's scorn
I never think I'll stay too long
But I know you don't want me to go
I'm doomed for heart attacks
And cancer's always behind your back
But we can hope
Fate won't be so cruel
How many stories must you tell
Before you finally feel well
What's in your aching heart
PBRs and cop cars ablaze
Cause babe
The fire always stays
How many stories must you tell
Before you finally feel well
Go on, my drama queen
Take the stage. Set our hearts ablaze
Cause babe
The fire always stays
Cause babe
The fire always stays
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One Day, I'll Die - Live
03:16
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When did Christmas lights
Turn into touching myself
Do you think Jesus Christ jerked off?
I used to love boat rides
But I was killing fish
For an hour of smiles, for a breezy night
Now I can't feel anything
I don't feel anything
Chris is gone, and I can barely remember
A time in my life when I still felt alive
When I'm driving down the interstate, I know
I can't beat it. One day I'll die
We all saw toy stores
Magic and wonder
Now mountains of plastic
Trash to suffocate under
When you grow up
Things don't glow like they used to
Innocence is ignorance
Only when they're using you
Chris is gone, and I can barely remember
A time in my life when I still felt alive
When I'm driving down the interstate, I know
I can't beat it. One day I'll die
One day I'll die
Everything is fucked up
But you make me feel immortal
Kissing you is the sweetest thing
Cause it don't kill no one to love you
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Theologically suspect
Poetically sound
Collections of stardust
Just walking around
Am I a nihilist
Some skin and some bone
My own precious scapegoat
For the hurt that I've known
If I were dying
Would you let me give you head
From the hospital bed
Before I finally flatlined
You always understood
I wanna make you feel good
Until my very last breath
Riddled with credit scores
And panic attacks
In grungy grocery stores
Watching my death
Rewind these eyes
Thirteen in the car
Bloody mouths, bloody knees
The smell of alcohol
If I were dying
Would you let me give you head
From the hospital bed
Before I finally flatlined
You always understood
I wanna make you feel good
Until my very last breath
My dearest dystopia
Is pricier now
We're purchasing hopeless
When it's in style
And oh, it's beautiful
And sexually charged
Such an unusual
Way to be starved
If I were dying
Would you let me give you head
From the hospital bed
Before I finally flatlined
You always understood
I wanna make you feel good
Until my very last breath
It's always on my mind
It's always on my mind
It's always on my mind
It's always on my mind
It's always on my mind
It's always on my mind
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