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Pieces
05:32
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You could fall to pieces in my arms
Were made to hold you close and shoot
The pain away so we can
Both drift off to sleep
And sail off in the distance where we're far
From one another and we'll both
Have all the time we want
To drown all by ourselves
Ah, I don't care, ah
Ah, fill your lungs with air, ah
Dissolve into the lakes and river
Bends back to the place we fell in
To the water, reassemble
Forget about ourselves
Ride the tide back home just like the
Song I wrote where your love made me
Want to wake up every morning
And never go to sleep
We'll run into each other and won't recognize each other
And I'll see whats on your mind and you can see if I remind you of
The one you who held you tight and said he'd never lie or lose you
And he lost his mind and lied about it, he said that he was fine without it
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Whiskey-Ginger
03:19
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I barely know when you left home, try my best not to remember
The sides of me I'm made to see every time I lose my temper
It makes me think of you
Every time I don’t come through
I'll pull myself apart
And show you what I'm not
And I cant help but ask myself, what the point of being sober
When I spend half my life just wondering when it will be over
When I look in the mirror
My reflection isn't clear
What is left to see
If you're in every part of me
I don't know what I'm supposed to be
When you've bled into every part of me
So it's whiskey ginger half past ten, do my best not to think it over
Day by day your memory fade away, guess that's the point of getting older
All that’s left to see
I wish you hadn't seen
Tear my skin right off
Kill myself for love
I don't know what I'm supposed to be
When you've bled into every part of me
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Play the Victim
03:09
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Sortin photos of a time when you were mine
Thinking back, I suppose I felt just fine
And I don't
I don't know
Is this all that it feels like to have some codependency
Maybe its my depression or maybe loves not all its cracked up to be
You look away when I take off my clothes
To get into bed, and as my eyes close
I know
Yea I know
That I never feel as lonely as when I lie down next to you
And it feels like life is ending when you say you love me too
Trapped under the weight of fucked up insincerity
Why can't you just tell me how you really feel bout me
Cause I know I've gained some weight and I know I can't make you laugh
As hard as other guys you've slept with and I feel like roughly half
As in love with you as I convinced myself I had to be
Yea, its hard to play the victim to own own stupidity
Its been almost a year why can't I just let you go
Why am I so fuckin scared of being all alone
Keep on living day to day, some day I'll forget it all
Forget all of the reasons I said I'd never fall in love again
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Meaningless
02:56
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What can I see that I haven't seen
What is there left I can do
When I've traveled on wings
And done impossible things
And I'm falling asleep next to you
What else could I wanna do
After we met you made me forget
The reasons to feel black and blue
You can't deny
That as hard as I tried
They never quite went away for you
Tell me what more can I do
After ur gone I won't sing this song
And it'll cease to have meaning to you
And the places we went
All the money we spent
Yes, they'll all be meaningless too
Will I still mean something to you?
Don't let me be meaningless too
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Trace Italian Edmonton, Alberta
Trace Italian is a psych-pop band from Edmonton, AB. The band is led by songwriter and producer Sean Newton, with Kelsey Wood on bass and Riley Chernoff on drums. They've been around in some form or another since 2016.
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