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Noah Krier / some songs

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Mr. Parris no goodly man, Mr. Parris mean man and no gentle man, and he bid me rise out of my bed and cut your throat! But I tell him "No! I hate that man. I don't want kill that man." But he say, "You work for me, Tituba, and I make you free! I give you pretty dress to wear, and I put you way high up in the air, and you gone fly back to Barbados!" And I say, "You lie, Devil, you lie!" And then he come one stormy night to me, and he say...
A long, long list of the bad kids you kissed
You don't like 'em
'Cause they don't trust you
Fat, long ribs leave your raspberry lips
Call it sadness
Call me lonely
I took to the trees so I could maybe sink my teeth
Into something bigger
Something greater
'Cause I really want you
But I'm not gonna try
Super hard
Enter my life
Get out my heart
Get out my head
You work of art
I woke up, can't remember
I still wish it was September
I love the fall
You woke up, picked a fight
Called the marks on your neck spider bites
But they're hickies, and everyone knows
You guys hooked up, you were smacked
Missed my calls, didn't text me back
You said "It's fine, 'cause it didn't mean anything"
Finally said "I've got a new boyfriend"
He can drive and hunt; you got used to venison
And I'm honored to be your second choice
But maybe, just maybe, give me a voice to say
How I truly feel
You only text me when you need the homework
You say we were swing and a miss right out the woodwork
'Cause I really want you
But I'm not gonna try
Super hard
Enter my life
Get out my heart
Get out my head
You work of art
You're my Achilles' heel
And your whole life's an ordeal
You're crying
But you're not really sad
So go warn your friends about me
They don't know what they can't really see
Take it from me
'Cause I can't deny what I can't hear
You can hold his hand just don't drink a beer
You'll regret it
'Cause I really want you
But I'm not gonna try
Super hard
Enter my life
Get out my heart
Get out my brain
You work of art
Can't pay for dinner or for rent
Left my mind out on the sun-bleached cement
That's where you belong
You make me happy
But at the same time I know you're not good for me
But I want you
You make me happy
But at the same time I know you're not good for me
But I still want you

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