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Surfer Blood
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Feast/Famine
I've put on a front before but now I'm spread so thin, and all my wildest dreams are bursting at the seams. So one wrong word from you can really make the teardrops flow. Some bow before they break; some break before they bow. Sometimes I feel lost and lonley in my skin, there's no equilibrium its feast or famine. All we need is drier land, some thirsty soil. Before the oceans boil and the vapor and the salt divide. People ask me 'J, why do you let things get to you?' Like earwigs on a plant; like pebbles in your shoe. I'm sad to see you go but I am sure you'll be ok. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Its never black or white, your wildest dreams are grey. Sometimes I feel out of touch with who I am. I can't see no symmetry, its feast or famine. All we need is drier land, some thirsty soil. Where we can build an arc before the wicked world flows over. You'll find me in the morning raising the sails, all covered in scales and seaweed for hair. All that we were and all that we know is far below in the algae and in the mud. The valleys will flood, the glaciers are overripe and begging to be pruned.
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