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Swings At Your Hips
03:22
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I'll stand here in this kitchen with a move tonight
I made you a dinner and I hope its alright
I'll apologize over mac & cheese and some wine.
Go light up your cigarette & hear me confess
I never loved anyone so much in that dress
It swings at your hips and I'm paralyzed on sight
Shall we put on some records and yell
The Gaslight Anthem taught us so well.
So shake senora, shake for me tonight
Yes, alright.
Now that we're buzzed and the sun has set
The pain of my soul and our hearts a wreck
Lets take it easy, tell me you missed me am I right?
Tell me I'm drunk and I don't mean what I say
My actions speak louder oh what a cliche
Let's take another spin around my living room
What do you say?
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One Night In February
03:01
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I'd like to tell you a story I heard
But that doesn't mean that I said it was good.
It follows a heart which has nothing to say
Into a desert of shame and dismay.
I thought we could be friends without saying hi
I thought I could love you and not tell you why
Damn me for leaving, damn me I tried.
Don't want one more shot when I'm ready to cry.
Ready to cry.
He told her his secret/ He's madly in love
Bursting with spite she broke down with a shove.
She blew out his candle, he no longer trusts
Picks up his knife and thinks where should this thrust.
Taxi taxi won't you give me a ride.
Off to a place where these tears can all dry
Something is missing, its just piece of mind.
The story is over now tell me goodbye.
And one last thing before I go
Think hard who've got for a friend.
Is it love in their eyes or your end.
It's hard to give blood from your throne.
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Hello, Duck
03:16
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Oh wait, don't go/ I've got my head down and its cold.
With a bottle of red in my left/ A lit camel blue in the right.
Oh wait, don't go/ I shoulda said a thousand times.
But I was lost in my head/ its a wonder I ain't dead.
You kept me out of my mind.
but wait, don't go/ If I may be so bold.
I knew it was love by the bright salad wall
Holding hand buddies, your eye shadow's funny
We knew it was great watching Seinfeld at 8
But my heart is broken and I made it that way.
It's funny how this night moves/ The shadows on the wall dance like you.
Crazy at first, steady at last/ You put a candle on my broken tomb.
Don't wait, just go/ It's my fault you walked out the door.
If I could do it all again I'd leave all my friends and never have to write these songs.
Oh wait I've gotta go you never felt the same
I don't feel comfortable just staying in one place.
These bottles are all empty, patience running thin.
I'm so sick of sacrifices you never wanna bend
Hearts are like broken limbs and some how they'll mend.
I knew it was love by the bright salad wall
Holding hand buddies my eye shadow's funny
We knew it was great watching Seinfeld at 8
But my heart is broken and you made it that way.
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Ghost In The Willow Phoenix, Arizona
Ghost In The Willow is an indie/punk-rock (sometimes solo folk punk) band from Phoenix, AZ. Initially an acoustic project started in early 2017 by singer-songwriter & guitarist Gil Rodriguez, Ghost In The Willow evolved into a 4 piece punk inspired rock n roll machine. ... more
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