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04:40
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Why can't I keep it together?
My heart is heavy but my head's a feather
My eyes fall down to your hands
Holding the grey sheets of your bed.
We were at the party
I watched you watch me
Nothin like that feeling
This is what I needed.
Have you ever been alone before?
Then why do you linger by the door?
Have you ever tried to fight for more?
What glues your eyes to the floor?
I'm not sure if what I do
Is what i'm supposed to.
We were at the party
I watched you watch me.
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Party On
03:36
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I don't care about your boyhood or if you're trying!
Ladies didn't have a choice to mess up anything.
So if you wanna excuse yourself, go ahead.
But don't think I'll ever trust you again.
Party on, party on, party on.
You can't breathe with all that bullshit up your nose.
If you don't stop yourself, you'll never let go.
It's cold outside, and I'm hoping you're alright.
I can close my eyes and remember our groovy nights
Party on party on party on.
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Western Swing
04:00
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We were dancing to western swing
You give me a smile, my heart sings.
I haven't been my best
No, not for a while.
Then I see you dance
My love piles
I just don't know if i'm ever gonna stay.
I'd rather feel my pain.
'Cause I know that I couldn't change your mind.
If only you care about my time.
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Band Boy
02:43
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Why can't I just like your band?
What will it take for you boys to understand?
All I'm livin for is rock n roll.
Anything else you want, just leave me alone!
I'm smelling bubblegum, nicotine,
Every band boy thinks they know what I need.
And honey, just play your set.
I'll be outside smokin' cigarettes.
Why can't I just like your band?
You could never be my man
Sweaty boys and girls waitin' at the merch stand.
Tryin' to shove all their money in your hand.
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Moldy Peach Sore Bruiser
04:25
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I'm lost in the city and I'm getting a little clumsy
While i'm fallin' on the pavement, i'm tryna make a payment
But I don't feel any better.
Feelin' like a loser, like a moldy peach sore bruiser
That can't untie all the roots, that are wrapped around my boots.
Honey, I'm sorry again.
Do I even know why I wanna feel alive?
We're all tryna survive all the permanent goodbyes.
I'll stop complaining so much.
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Cold Beaches Chicago, Illinois
Chicago-based (though originally from Richmond VA) rock n roll love songs for you to
enjoy!
All songs written by Sophia Nadia
Header & BG Photo by Violet Royal
Artist Photo by Jeanne Dunn
(Sike Mag)
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