time running | by Tegan Quin |
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I could see you ten or twelve times a day |
you went away | by Tegan Quin |
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you went away |
monday monday monday | by Sara Quin |
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this week or last week |
city girl | by Tegan Quin |
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I cried so hard that you pushed me further away |
not tonight | by Sara Quin |
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love pull your sore ribs in |
under water | by Sara Quin |
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underwater I wrote drowning |
I hear noises | by Tegan Quin |
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I am dissapointed |
living room | by Tegan Quin |
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my windows look into your living room |
terrible storm | by Sara Quin |
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there was a terrible storm |
and darling | by Tegan Quin |
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creep up and tell me that you |
want to be bad | by Sara Quin |
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your crowbar swung |
don´t confess | by Tegan Quin |
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don’t think I’ll confess |