Vivienne Wilder - Never Lovers (tease video)
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Jimmy
03:15
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Jimmy I'm sorry you're as good as they come
Me, I'm just a million in one
Remember when I met you the first time
And couldn't look you in the eye
Talking in the hallway, sitting on the floor
Stories 'bout the ones we'd been with before
Out on the street, your shoulder in the rain
You pulled me up as the pavement caved
But when the empire won
And the drip formed a trickle
And the trickle formed a stream
You were the only one who wasn't washed away
Who held onto the cracks in the concrete
Leaning on the guardrail; bedroom eyes
Flirting with the cop as you jack his ride
The deep blue kaleidoscopic drives
Making crop circles you designed
Afternoons hiding in the car park
Living off stolen chocolate bars
The sun set, you took me on the roof
If life's an art, baby, you're the proof
Cause when the empire won…
Watch the sun go down across the lake
I can be strong, just not today
Today I'm feeling old & strange
Please, please, Jimmy don't you ever change
Cause when the empire won…
Jimmy, I'm thinking I should get out of town
I won't be here next time you come around
I'll head back west; get a job
& maybe finally move on
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We were never lovers, so I threw away your letters
Now it's crouching in the stairwell, getting bolder every mile
Treat me like a brother, guess you always did know better
It's a telephone to nowhere, now, smile crocodile
If we just lived in the same town, maybe we
You never took me nowhere, so I'll take you for a drive
Baby I'm no vulture, I'm just trying to skirt time
Chew the fat, drown the cat, why're you always coming back
Tonight I just want to forget, even if I don't survive
And you said, and you said
We were never lovers
If we just lived in the same town, maybe we
We were never lovers so I copied all your answers
I forgot all of my manners and I dug up all your bones
Broke all of your records and I tied up all your jump ropes
And I jam packed up your suitcase and I'm calling it my home
Don't be heavy handed, no, don't use your words too well
Columbines and daisies and a thousand snail shells
What the hell is wrong, oh gee, it seems it's getting worse
Nothing's more than nothing, got your shadow in my purse
If we just lived in the same town, maybe we
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Gem
04:28
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It's 4 in the morning
Standing in the boulevard
Trying to get a reaction
Trying way too hard
You don't have an answer
I'm just a girl you kissed
You leave in 4 hours
You gotta drive first shift
But I'm trying to be someone, trying to be someone
Trying to be someone you could lean on
Your girlfriend seems real cool
You say we'd get along
Though I don't regret it
I know too well that this is wrong
We're both falling over
Surviving ear to mouth
Whispering bitter everythings
As our friends fall asleep on the floor & the couch
But I'm trying to be someone…
Now she's shooting out the streetlamps with reckless Armageddon
You drop my hand, it's over; it'll never feel like that again
I wish that I could listen to Mozart's Requiem
Without that dull reminder of you, you jerk, you gem
But I'm trying to be someone…
It's 4 in the morning
Standing in the boulevard
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postromantic
04:19
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You keep walking, I keep trying to catch up to you
I'm sunk up to my kneecaps through the floor
You're always going just around the corner
So I only see your one heel, nothing more
And all the while I'm dying like I'm living
In slow motion with my postromantic bloodshot-eyed devotion
I never used to be scared of the ocean
Lace up my boots, put one foot out of the door
Feel the warmth of the sun, don't live in darkness anymore
Or try to do without it for a while
I keep leaving you a daily trail of breadcrumbs
But the sparrows eat them up before you wake
Maybe something up there's trying to protect us
I guess those sparrows need it more, anyway
I'm unemployed, I'm paranoid, I'm missing
Your attention to my postromantic sorry situation
That's probably just in my imagination
Lace up my boots…
Split an orange into 2 so we can share it
Creaking door hinge let me know you're home at 3
I grew 4 inches, see the etches on the doorframe
5 gold finches, one for each year I've been free
I know it's fine, I know it's mine, it might be
That it's genius, it's a postromantic jaded kinda Jesus
Who writes the rhymes and throws the lines between us
Lace up my boots…
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Ricky
03:09
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Ricky, you're a bad boy
It's 4:21
You're sexy smoking those darts
Lying in the sun
I really like your shirt
So let me take it off
You like my short skirt
You like my leopard print bra
Ooh, ooh
I think that I'm in love
Ricky, you're a rockstar
You taste like weed
Too cool for school
Just growing what we need
Hanging out the window
Drinking all day
Kicking the flamingo
Getting cash, making hash, getting paid
Ooh, ooh
I think that I'm in love
I wanna get so high that I can't see
He's got one arm on the wheel, one arm around me
And I could die tonight and be happy
Because Ricky
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Forever for Tonight
03:28
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Hey baby, yeah you at the bar
You remind me of that movie star
I've been drinking, I hope that you don't mind
But I could look at you for forever
Hey baby, don't be afraid
We're fading, it's getting late
I can tell that something's on your mind
And I could listen for forever
Close your eyes
I'm who you're missing
Just pretend
She's who you're kissing
Hey baby, you're trembling
Don't you worry, I don't want anything
Lean on me, put your hand in mine
& I could hold you for forever
Maybe baby, we're the last ones alive
The floor's empty, it's the end of the night
If you lead me into the light
We could be in love forever for tonight
Close your eyes
And nothing's troubling
Just pretend
Let's keep on waltzing
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