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Caving In
03:03
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CAVING IN
This silence keeps on growing
It's fighting in between the walls
Struggling to get through the chord
This silence isn't golden
It's hiding underneath your bed
Sleeps in memories you can't forget
The ground is falling underneath your feet
Don't know what you'll be stepping in
It's a memory blockage
It's a memory blockage
We are caving in
He gets out of bed and says there's still some resent left
Looks out of his window and gives hours up for lent
It's all give and take
My absence is only borrowed
But it's sewn into my pocket still
Like knitted symphonies played by the ill
The ground is falling underneath our feet
Don't know what we'll be stepping in
And it's a memory blockage
It's a memory blockage
We are fading in
She gets out of bed and says there's still some time left
Looks out of her window and sees there's no one to resent
It's always the same
We are caving in
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Pants
02:18
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PANTS
You taught me how to roll my pants the cool way
Now every morning I will think of you
You taught me how to roll my pants the cool way
Now every time I wake I'll think of you
You said "You roll it up, fold it across, roll it twice,
and there you go. Out you go"
Out I'll go
You taught me how to touch you in the right ways
Now every night I'm stuck thinking of you
You taught me how to touch you in the right ways
Now every time I sleep I'll think of you
And how you'll go
How you'll go
And how I can't let go
'Cause I still want to roll my pants the cool way
And I still only know how to touch you
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Realizations
03:06
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I shook your hand hand, you shied away
The door began to close again
And I sang quiet so you'd catch my intentions
Now, TV shows will be our key
To knowing what we're going to be
And I'll stay quiet until you are out of ammunition
But in your defense I never did look away
And in the end I guess we'll find a way to work through all your inhibitions
Frozen noses, frozen toes
Folded pizza pies out in the cold
I wanted to be your unreachable romantization
You closed your eyes
I said 'use words'
An old rag doll will have to work
as our last medium of communication
But in your defense I never did look away
And in the end I guess we'll find a way to work through all our inhibitions
You looked my way
I held my breath
Now I sing quiet so you'll forget
All your recent realizations
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Enough for the rest
03:02
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5. |
Bruises
02:58
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Anastasia Falcon New York, New York
Anastasia Falcon is a singer/songwriter based in New York City. Originally from Argentina and Uruguay, she kicked off her
career in Buenos Aires, with two tours and an array of outstanding reviews.
Not quite Paisley Underground, nor Anti-folk, Anastasia's songs bring together the sensibility of youth with the sharp observations of a woman creating a path of her own.
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