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Curl Up In My Curls Girl
03:17
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My hair is soft
My hair is long
My hair once started
Now it won’t stop
The longer it gets
The harder it is to untangle x4
My lies are soft
My lies are long
My lies once started
Now they won’t stop
The longer it gets
The harder it is to untangle x4
Curl up in my curls
And kiss me while you rest
In my homemade hammock
Each strand leads you back to me
Leads you back to me
In my homemade masterpiece
Walk my tightrope, don’t look down
We’re not stupid, we’re just kids x4
My love is soft
My love is long
My love once started
Now it won’t stop
The longer it gets
The harder it is to untangle x6
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Hitman
04:53
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I’ve known a girl, got my hitman on the run
He follows temptation to remove the obstacle
With a shotgun in his left and roses in his right
Uses weapons to cut all of her ties
My hands, they ache, always clawing for control
Her presence is known, she snuck inside the mold
And i’ve been so scared, her serpens slither slow
She flows with waves, and i’m sinking with the stones
Red and white epileptic light
Is rushed on scene to be declined
The phoenix rises back to life
And if she’s not high, at least in flight
She’s strong and slick and proud of what she is
My skin it burns with words that don’t exist
I’ve seen a face, a face I cannot place
Spend all my time writing threats for other days
Red and white epileptic light
Is rushed on scene to be declined
The phoenix rises back to life
And if she’s not high, at least in flight
There’s a hum in the air telling you it’s over
Hum in the air forcing you to loathe her
Hum in the air telling you it’s over
Hum in the air whispering out his mantra
I know i’m hurt, but my mind can never break
This role I chose to protect my fragile frame
I’ve pressed so many stamps and drained all of my funds
Just to curve the nerves, the nerves that slowly run
I’ve known a girl, got my hitman on the run
He follows temptation to remove the obstacle
With a shotgun in his left and roses in his right
Uses weapons to cut all of their ties
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3. |
They Way
03:56
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My knuckles are white
But i’m losing my grip
My feet shuffle slowly
To the edge of all that exists
I’m looking for a push I need one to stay up
I need to fall one more time
Before i’m strong enough, before
My baby says i’m too sad
And my brown eyes have gone blue
She misses the way I used to look
And the way I used to move
The way I used to move
The way I used to move
Yeah the way I used to move
Said the way I
How I hear your voice echo
Bouncing off from wall to wall
How I wish I could see you
Instead of only hearing you call
My eyes have been closed for far too long
My taste for what is right
Has been far too wrong, has been
My baby says i’m too sad
And my brown eyes have gone blue
She misses the way I used to look
And the way I used to move
The way I used to move
The way I used to move
Yeah the way I used to move
Said the way I
The way the way I used to
The way the way I used to
The way the way I used to
The way used to, used to
My baby says i’m too sad
And my brown eyes have gone blue
She misses the way I used to look
And the way I used to move
The way I used to move
The way I used to move
Yeah the way I used to move
Said the way I
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4. |
Shallow Water Jamboree
03:53
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I know this is a tie we shouldn’t cut
But for too long we’ve been gathering dust
Nothing exciting ‘bout our perfect love
And i feel the need to screw this up
I know this is knot that’s way too tight
There must be something wrong when it’s alright
Your hands are smooth, but maybe I just need
Some rougher love so my heart can bleed
Don’t mistake my boredom for hate
It gives my mind time to wander, create
Don’t mistake my boredom for hate
Gives my mind time to wander, create
I know I should’ve just come out and said
All of these thoughts they’re crossing through my head
But instead I just chose to find a new
Canvas on which to paint my mood
Don’t mistake my boredom for hate
It gives my mind time to wander, create
Don’t mistake my boredom for hate
Gives my mind time to wander, create
Don’t mistake my boredom for hate
It gives my mind time to wander, create
Don’t mistake my boredom for hate
Gives my mind time to wander, create x2
I know this is a tie we shouldn’t cut
But for too long we’ve been gathering dust
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Subtle Curves Ottawa, Ontario
Sipping from a musical cocktail of opposing genres and feelings, the group had no choice but to mix the sultry and the sinful into an explosive experience for all who listen.
Alternative Soul
Subtle Curves recommends:
Groove and riffs. Fight me.
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