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All the While

from Tangled Up by outta gas

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machinery picks me up that doesn't belong to me
to get us to pick up the suds that will never get us clean
i still melt in your arms when you feed me
all the things that i wanna hear and that you don't mean
but when that sun picks me up in the gut, the next morning, dehydrated i wonder how i could do this all again, i never want to be where im in walking on two feet or crawling on the floor like a child, all the while
nothin' that i hold in my hand belongs to me
even after you pull off my gloves and finally set my fingers free
i still melt in your arms when you feed me
any form of contact
when that sun picks me up in the gut, the next morning dehydrated i wonder how i could do this all again, i never want to be where im in but, "show a little faith, there's magic in the night,"* child, all the while
she says to me "i cant sleep." i say "i see." she says nothing.
when that sun pops up in the morning, i ain't wakin' up again

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from Tangled Up, released September 19, 2013

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outta gas Brooklyn, New York

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