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Forcing concepts in my home away from house,
I lied to get here
and I think to myself 'what a handy trick to've learnt'.
'cos when everyone I know decides to show that they still know me,
I know you too
you know I do put your hands away.
And I care until that old, familiar white.
They say your conscience is catching,
well, uh-oh.
That's nonsense I feel I'm smashing everything you were before.
I hear your conscience is catching
and you know it, don't you know it.
That's nonsense I must be smashing everything you've used.
And I care until that old, familiar white.
I care until I feel like I can't breathe.
I don't need a pillow
I've got my head, thankyou.
I didn't steal the blankets,
she had the same legs that you do.
Every time I've ever fallen it's been heels over head.
Every time I thought my heels or my head would break through.
And I care until that old, familiar white.
I care until I realise I can't breathe.
I care until that old familiar white.
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Folk-Punk?! What! Used to love them to the point where I embraced Markwell's self-destructiveness, self-pity, contempt towards her friends, and delusions of grandeur. Do you know why? she had the soul, genius, emotional whimsy and dare to meet us in a world where getting a dog tattoo is "too ambitious," James Joyce is an insult, and whoever says "no" to romantic advances gets crushed in the end. Let's just say, she has more bones to pick with the males than any other artist I'm aware of. OQ