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Humid June
02:39
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Humid June
What a humid June
Something's gotta give soon
And we haven't even got to the hard part
No, we haven't even got to the hard part
The first summer I let the sun at me
It turned me into a topography of myself
I said "Is this what it feels like to be on top?
To fear more and more and more the drop?"
Misspelt my aim
Humid June
What a humid June
Gnats hell bent on suicide in my eyes
Every irritant more amplified
Humid June
List of saints in a cahier in my carryon
Kinda quaint how I really wanna be someone
Be someone someone hasn't been before
But every time I grind my teeth against the alphabet
I make my name further into an epithet
Everyone wants what they can't have
What I want is for you to want to be me
What I want is for you to want to be me
What I want is for you to want to be me
I don't wanna be me
But I want you to want to be me
Humid June
What a humid June
Something's gotta give soon
And we haven't even got to the hard part
No, we haven't even got to the
Haven't got to the-
We kept asking for rain, it never came
We kept asking for rain, it never came
We kept asking for rain, it never came
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Dead Languages
04:14
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I have never been that good with grammar
All my inclinations are wrong
I mistranslate and I stammer
I come on too strong, never quite belong
But when she tongues those pretty questions
I'm flung into a past dimension
No pretension
Just declensions
I can finally decipher in song
This syntax is so sweet
Semantic placement so discreet
No one else would know but me
She speaks to me in
She speaks to me in
Dead
Dead languages
Oh
Dead
Dead languages
Whoo
She says this feeling's not a phase
Jut discovered like some turn of phrase in one of those
Dead
Dead languages
Dead languages
She's such a gymnast with that mouth
I finally get what all the love songs on the radio are about
She knows all the connotations of all the little things I'm saying
With her eyes inaudibly
Phonology of the
Of the body
This syntax is so sweet
Semantic placement so discreet
No one else would know but me
She speaks to me in
She speaks to me in
Dead
Dead languages
Oh
Dead
Dead languages
Whoa
She says this feeling's not a phase
Just discovered like a turn of phrase in one of those
Dead
Dead languages
Dead languages
Dead languages
Dead languages
Dead languages
Dead languages
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