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I’ve got two left feet and two good eyes
I’ve got two younger brothers
I’ve got a chipped front tooth and it hurts sometimes
But some times more than others
I fell from a tree in the seventh grade
I bit a fork in eleventh grade
I bit a fork in eleventh grade and I strictly haven’t been the same
I’ve made memories that won’t quit
The dreams they come and they don’t quit
Dreams they come and they don’t quit ‘cause I strictly haven’t been the same
I’ve got a pain in my chest and it hurts sometimes
It hurts sometimes, no wonder
I’ve got a pain in my chest and it hurts sometimes
But some times more than others
I fell from a tree in the seventh grade
I bit a fork in eleventh grade
I bit a fork in eleventh grade and I strictly haven’t been the same
I bit a fork at sixteen
I met a man at eighteen
I left that man when I was twenty years old, and I strictly haven’t been the same
I’ve got a chipped front tooth I keep thinking of
The ache might quit me some day
And if you take this song and you make it about love
Well, I hope you turn out okay
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Zachary Baker - Bloom
11:09
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About Marshall Field
02:19
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well god damn it, in this building it was miserably cold
when I lost myself in music and you came back crying
and god damn the way your fingers make the keyboard look so small
is that what I like about you? Is that why, why I –
like you so much and now I understand why
I can't be with a man like you
but I like you too much, and though I understand, I
still wanna love this man, I do
I'm so sick of books about authors, songs about writing songs
they're so tired, they're so obvious, and so redundant,
but I knew a girl in high school who had eyes as black as yours
and the songs I learned to write for her were just this self-indulgent
new Euterpe, you make me sing again
you are my music and my muse
oh my new Euterpe, I need a catalyst and
I am the bomb, but you're the fuse
now you're singing pretty words to me that I don't quite believe
and dread consumes the practice rooms, and I don't wanna leave
you say you're seeing ghosts, and you're afraid you'll lose your mind
but they say this building's haunted, and they say that we'll be fine
we'll be fine
so hold me like an octave in your spider-finger grasp
'cause I wanna fit that easy somewhere, so I'm writing
songs about you, and November, and the Marshall Field ghosts
'cause I'm hoping I remember I belong here, I belong here
oh, here
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