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Choir Sings the Cure

from Minor Tantrums by Lifted Bells

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When I listen to my lid
It gets a bit specific
A bit unsound
I’ve been alone in lots a lot
On the phone popping around
It keeps me grounded
But it keeps me down
So I play nice

I never liked the blues
Untii I learned it at folk school
In my mixolydian mood
It ruled and then the teacher got cruel
He saw right through me
So I paid him all the money
To fake it for awhile
And feel dumb and strum and smile
But I play nice

They say boys don’t cry
Maybe they lie

It was all my fault for dancing unmasked
What is glass?
It was all my fault for not acting as I was asked

I’m sorry I fucked The Cure
It was cause of the kid in the choir
I’m sorry I screwed your solo
It was capo’d how would I know?
I’m sorry I sang the wrong words
I was nervous, full of bourbon
I’m sorry I’m still learning

They say boys don’t cry
Maybe they lie.

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from Minor Tantrums, released March 30, 2018

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