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Honey
03:12
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I saw you at the party last night
You were hanging out right by the bee hive
And I’d forgotten my mask and my suit
Had to go home and regroup
Honey
You’re sweet like honey
And the bees make us money
When we sell it at the store
(Yeah we sell it at the store)
If her honey is sweeter than mine
Infused with fruit that she’d find
I keep my fruit in the bowl
It was mostly fruit I had stole
Honey
You’re sweet like honey
And the bees make us money
When we sell it at the store
(Yeah we sell it by the jar)
Woke up in a hospital bed
Honey dripping from my IV bag
The doctor said I had a bee allergy
But at least you were by my side
Lucky to be alive
Lucky to be alive
Honey
You’re sweet like honey
And the bees make us money
When we sell it at the store
(Yeah we sell it by the jar)
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Name
01:22
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When it comes down to it don’t you think that it’s cruel?
That we made her climb the fence without any shoes
Was it me or you?
I was wearing that dress that you lent me
Clinging to it for an identity
But all I got was a hound’s tooth in my neck and
Sewing needles poking holes into my head
When it comes down to it don’t you think that it’s strange?
That after all these years I can’t remember your name
Must have been the fame
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Silk House
02:20
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I grew up in a silk house baby
You grew up in the suburbs
And I grew up with the chip on my shoulder
You grew up with a collar
Tell you Mom that you’re not her dog
I grew up in a silk house baby
Everything you touched was soft
And it was all pink and purple but after awhile all the colors wore off
And everything I grow in my garden is green
And even the rotten tomatoes look clean
I know that they are hard to see
Underneath all the snow
But I grew up in a silk house baby
You grew up in the suburbs
I grew up with a chip on my shoulder
You grew up with a collar
Tell your mom that you’re not her dog
You weren’t bred for show just wanna go home
Tell your mom that your not her dog
You weren’t bred for show just wanna go home
Tell your mom that your not her dog
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Teeths
03:16
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When she brushes her teeth there’s blood
Her dentist says that she’s no fun
Never hung her picture on the wall
She’s had cavities since she was very small
My loneliness won’t let me be with you and
My sweet tooth won’t let me eat with you and
My heartache won’t let me sleep with you
I hope my cavities are filled up real soon
When she flosses her teeth there’s blood
In between each and every single one
I fear veneers are the only way to go from here
Only goes to the dentist once a year
My loneliness won’t let me be with you and
My sweet tooth won’t let me eat with you and
My heartache won’t let me sleep with you
I hope my cavities are filled up real soon
My loneliness won’t let me be with you and
My sweet tooth won’t let me eat with you and
My heartache won’t let me sleep with you
I hope my cavities are filled up real soon
Filled up real soon
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Modern Nun Chicago, Illinois
Rock hard hitters
Chicago, IL
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