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Waxahatchee
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Dixie Cups and Jars
i'm not a whipper in the wind or solace laying at the bottom of a bottle or your thick skin escape yells both our names out loud we run like hell, i'll write a tragic epilogue and you'll act it out
i watched your dad give you away i watched him drink the bitter taste in his exertion away make-up sits on your face like tar the champagne flutes poorly engineered employ dixey cups and jars
like minds let go of doubt Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com i watched it blow right out and we danced on gaffs and graves you'll remain, i will find a way to leave gracefully or i'll escape
i do not fall to losing face i dream i dive into something greater something to take my grief away dead leaves crunch, i will not be missed i fill my jar up to the brim i am an arid abyss i'm an arid abyss
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