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Tonight Romanticize The Automobile - Hawksley Workman

"And we kiss alone In a parked car At least I think so There's a flashlight waving Out somewhere You can see it down the road And the saddest part Is that we mean so well Don't want to hurt nothing Don't"

Pomegranate Daffodil - Hawksley Workman

"Don't fuck around anymore There's no good times left for a war So spit shine your old shoes And knock on my door And don't fuck around anymore Cause the good days are bleeding away They weren't ours to"

What Could I Tell You - Hawksley Workman

"what could i tell you that wouldn't just scare you what could i tell you that wouldn't send you packing cuz nothing would be good enough for me nothing would be good enough for me last night i dragged"

First Snow Of The Year - Hawksley Workman

"it's the first snow of the year guess it happens once a year it's the first snow of the year oh glory and dogs in the neighbourhood are going crazy and even all the old ones that are usually lazy it's"

Striptease - Hawksley Workman

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Lethal And Young - Hawksley Workman

"it's been fun destroying our bodies it's been great just being together crash another car smoke another cigarette and make love to all our favorites on the radio 'cause we don't know how to make it go we"

Complicated Man - Hawksley Workman

"Don't look at me, I'm a complicated man Sat on a rooftop just to prove that I am Complicate me, come for a see I kiss you, sweetness, you're a complicated girl Love rides beneath you, you're a confident"

Alone Here - Hawksley Workman

"Oh A sedge or siege of cranes Risk their hearts to love again Oh A float of crocodiles Tears that wash away your smile And I say That I'm alone here With the sound of Conversations neatly placed in tired"

Safe And Sound - Hawksley Workman

"You slept through the last small town, I'll wake you up when the next one comes around. Your eyes are closed, like you truly believe You're safe and sound with me No looking back, no turning into salt. The"

All The Trees Are Hers - Hawksley Workman

"All the trees are hers And the bees And the furs Not exactly hymns But hers. All the skies are fine And the beasts With spurs Not exactly wings Flutters And the nights with stars And the cold Shudders Precise"

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