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Bolder
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Bolder, Bolder, Bolder, Bolder x2
Sitting in the rough it’s hard to smile
I could be the one to do the pleasing
Even when the dirt falls many hours
Frequency of things will make us feel a little better
Bolder, Bolder, Bolder, Bolder x2
Stick around the men that block us out
Do you find it hard to please their reaping
Deep beneath the sheets I’ll make you smile
You and me together make us feel a little better
Bolder, Bolder, Bolder, Bolder x2
Sitting with a night cap all alone
Used to think a need would come with age but
End of the day I want to share
Frequency of love will make you feel a little better
Bolder, Bolder, Bolder, Bolder x2
Sitting with a love that’s hard to smile
I could be the one to do the pleasing
End of the day I want to share
The frequency of love will make you feel a little better
Bolder, bolder, us together x3
Bolder, bolder
Sitting in the rough it’s hard to smile
I could be the one to do the pleasing
Even when the dirt falls many hours
Frequency of things will make us feel a little better
Bolder, Bolder, Bolder, Bolder x2
Stick around the men that block us out
Do you find it hard to please their reaping
Deep beneath the sheets I’ll make you smile
You and me together make us feel a little better
Bolder, Bolder, Bolder, Bolder x2
Sitting with a night cap all alone
Used to think a need would come with age but
End of the day I want to share
Frequency of love will make you feel a little better
Bolder, Bolder, Bolder, Bolder x2
Sitting with a love that’s hard to smile
I could be the one to do the pleasing
End of the day I want to share
The frequency of love will make you feel a little better
Bolder, bolder, us together x3
Bolder, bolder
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I was (abandoned?) son
Became a looking man
Who had a silent way
Silos passed everywhere
Sapling became a fir
Further I look for me
Shadows grow/stretch on the ground
Don’t have a effigy (...tree?)
Look at the burning sun
How does it last so long
After a thinking day
People have to lay down
Is it a shame to rest
Doesn’t our night grow dim
If I had some kerosene
I’d light all peoples way
I’m a passerby
Sweet/Smooth talking lady found me
I would try not to cry
They can read the (bottle/bottom? wide?)
It’s a kind of risk
Wouldn’t I be crazy
But I wouldn’t miss a moment’s bliss
Found it on a mother’s grace
I’m a passerby
Truth talking lady found me
I would try not to cry/I’ll have to pry
They can read the (bottle/bottom? wide?)
It’s a kind of risk
Wouldn’t I be crazy
But I wouldn’t miss a moment’s bliss
Found it on a mother’s grace
Oooooh
Became a looking man
Who had a silent way
Silos passed everywhere
Sapling became a fir
Further I look for me
Shadows grow/stretch on the ground
Don’t have a effigy (...tree?)
Look at the burning sun
How does it last so long
After a thinking day
People have to lay down
Is it a shame to rest
Doesn’t our night grow dim
If I had some kerosene
I’d light all peoples way
I’m a passerby
Sweet/Smooth talking lady found me
I would try not to cry
They can read the (bottle/bottom? wide?)
It’s a kind of risk
Wouldn’t I be crazy
But I wouldn’t miss a moment’s bliss
Found it on a mother’s grace
I’m a passerby
Truth talking lady found me
I would try not to cry/I’ll have to pry
They can read the (bottle/bottom? wide?)
It’s a kind of risk
Wouldn’t I be crazy
But I wouldn’t miss a moment’s bliss
Found it on a mother’s grace
Oooooh
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Late for its upon arrival, my mind’s begun to fire
Early peculiarities of how it spends its time
And there’s turkeys out the window, Jesus on a plate
There’s plastic on a part somewhere, it’s got no ???
On a trip I saw Faceache(?), treated like it’s jade
And someone in the lobby dressed down just like me
An infant won the lottery, but really it was he
With a pocket full of roofies, a pocket full of teeth
Some people call that pleasure and some people call that grief
At the Exxon there were confused that I was American
And so I left offended with a pack of M&M’s
And I’ve been sitting for a long time/short while
On the back of Cherokee
And out there in Black Mountain ???
But you could learn a lot just go above there in my tree/take a hike up in my tree
They gather round the easel, spell community
Now I’m looking for my teachers, and wondering what that means
There’ll be lots of empty mailboxes when paper disappears
And people on the subway look/sit so far to be so near
To people on the screens they touch smile from ear to ear
And me, I talk to spirits but they tell me that’s not real
And I’ve been singing for a long time
In the back to Cherokee
If you can do love you hear me
If you can do love you heal me
Someone’s at the greytop, someone’s giving pens
And people are partaking in the passing of a ???/cleaning of a tank
And here it is 11 here it is 19
I’m missing all your breakfasts and I’m missing my evenings
And I’ve been sitting for a long time/short while
Driving back to Cherokee
Early peculiarities of how it spends its time
And there’s turkeys out the window, Jesus on a plate
There’s plastic on a part somewhere, it’s got no ???
On a trip I saw Faceache(?), treated like it’s jade
And someone in the lobby dressed down just like me
An infant won the lottery, but really it was he
With a pocket full of roofies, a pocket full of teeth
Some people call that pleasure and some people call that grief
At the Exxon there were confused that I was American
And so I left offended with a pack of M&M’s
And I’ve been sitting for a long time/short while
On the back of Cherokee
And out there in Black Mountain ???
But you could learn a lot just go above there in my tree/take a hike up in my tree
They gather round the easel, spell community
Now I’m looking for my teachers, and wondering what that means
There’ll be lots of empty mailboxes when paper disappears
And people on the subway look/sit so far to be so near
To people on the screens they touch smile from ear to ear
And me, I talk to spirits but they tell me that’s not real
And I’ve been singing for a long time
In the back to Cherokee
If you can do love you hear me
If you can do love you heal me
Someone’s at the greytop, someone’s giving pens
And people are partaking in the passing of a ???/cleaning of a tank
And here it is 11 here it is 19
I’m missing all your breakfasts and I’m missing my evenings
And I’ve been sitting for a long time/short while
Driving back to Cherokee