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letra de thanks for staying - caleb landry jones

thanks for staying lyrics
thanks to those, for staying
i must admit, it’s all
never too far off to bite you
but she’s still strung out and longing for the-

temperamental guidance metamorphacizing
small sounds from the dead
brought to all your crazy cusses

leaning against the one wing
k!lling off the last king
coughing up the old love
smoking through the back door

smoking, straight me out
my train moves my morons over to you
slip and slide, i’m an arm and a gas
at least my water gets hot

and lifts all my little heads up to you
i’m in search for a door
i can’t calm the jealous oceans of life
from the head of a spore

how’s it going there, my sweetheart?
i see, you’re wearing pink today
how does the new dress lead you?
who is wearing who today?
and the gothic, norwegian marble reminds you
of the stockings that go right around those legs

if you want to bleed me
if you don’t, i’ll do
long as you see
long as i see you

temperamental guidance metamorphacizing
small sounds from the dead
brought to all your crazy cusses

need to have it’s back-stabbing
free-loading, psychiatric horse rides
rhythm-raping, corporate backed, slack-jawed
monkey-pawin’, flex-tokin’ s-d-sts in the corner-

’cause when the baby caves, i’m in
through the middle of all i’ve been
while i’m writing this, my head feels slow
the smoke over my head

combing through my fine hairs
something, i almost see them choke
thanks to those, for staying
i must admit, it’s all
never too far off to bite you
’cause she’s still strung out and longing
maybe you got me
but i’m still strung out and longing
for the gothic, norwegian marble reminds you
of the temperamental guidance, metamorphacizing
small sounds from the dead
brought to all you crazy cusses

shakin’ like the main-frame, not warning
like they’re milking
all the sharp tanked slinkies, milling
holding up the banner
for a mop made shaky, tearing, pulling at the hammer
off a loose nail, binter banter
hoppin’, groovin’ to the music
pushin’ out the tree stain
choppin’ hooves to cinders
lilly-hoppin’ through the window
of a forced face for fixin’
find my five arms dancin’
in the worm-light, duckin’ up
the fast wheel spinnin’
likely on the way to waking up to mushrooms
tweaking, peeping beeps
between the spine, the sparks
and separations
of your new life

- caleb landry jones

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