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She
Threw her arms around
And he
Put his finger there
And they
Didn't care about the world
And one day
I'm gonna make it there
And somehow
I'm gonna kill those girls
Baby
He doesn't care about the world
But he cares about himself
She
Saw him put his finger there
On someone else
Made her stop and stare
Baby
he doesn't care about the world
And one day
She's gonna realise
What's fair
There's a flaw in there
Baby
He doesn't care about the world
But he cares about himself
Here in your house
Hearing your voice
Down on the floor
I need this life
Hearing your voice
You make me breathe
You make me
And I wake up
With some kind of
Apprehension
I wake up
With the fear
That you'll do something I'll regret
'Cause you don't care about the world
He fucked his way up there
(So I don't know what it is I've lost)
Wise words he didn't care for
(Or even if it was ever mine)
Made her stop and stare
(But my life has been changed somehow)
Made her shut the door
(By your twisted face in time
By your twisted face)
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Out of My Hands
04:30
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For constant reassurance
She’d never tire of the words
She’d get pissed off, mind
From being ignored
No gleaming eyes
No look of love inside this cold heart
It’s the end of the world
Don’t think of resolution/revolution
It’s out of my hands
Don’t think elucidation/vindication
It’s out of my hands
Don’t think of repulsion/revulsion
Cause we’ll all go there
Think Annihilation/illumination
It’s all in his hands
All in his hands
It’s like we never met
Glazed over all the impurities
And fed on the thoughts of each other
He’s learned his lesson well
But they all do after a session with me
It’s the end of the world
It’s like a pay per view but you view all the time
What happens if you don’t like what you see?
I have a mountain of salt for every pinch I took
But if the food is bland don’t blame the cook
Blame yourself
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Shallower Still
04:05
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Sleep with me
In scorched sheets
Land treated
And where nothing grows
So
Sleep with me here
On salted Earth
Know this
That the deeper I look
There's no smoking please
And know I'm shallower Still
That sex would make me
That love would be a goal
That I haven't already
Had it all
And that I have
Start it well
It started well
But I know I am
Barren
And have made it so
So sleep with me here
You can smell the burning
And see no smoke rising
No boiling sea
No salted Earth
That sex would make me
That love would be a goal
That I haven't already
Had it all
And that I have
Today to be found
I am dripping through the ceiling
He put his arms around me
And tried to throw me down the steps
And I am found
I am getting through this daytime
His eyes beamed
So I noticed
He may have kissed me drunkenly
But I can't remember
because I was sober
Today to be found
And I am losing this feeling
He ran off because it was raining
And I'd knocked him back
And I am found
And I am dripping through the ceiling
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4. |
Oh Dear
04:05
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I've always love falling in love
Not love
But falling in love
So I did
Never got me far
You were always one step ahead
When I finally became free
You were tied up
Locked up again
Again
Again
'Oh dear'
I say to myself
'What have I done?
Oh, what have I done'
I say
'Oh dear'
I say to myself
'What have I, have I done?'
And I can
Picture your mouth there
Close
Then it disappears
I am alone here
I am alone here
You are somewhere
And I am alone here
'Oh dear'
I say to myself
'What have I done?
Oh, what have I done'
I say
'you stupid, you stupid girl
What have you, have you done?'
Am I your friend yet?
I can't tell through the glaze
Sometimes fantasies
Get wrapped up in themselves
But I like that
I wonder if you do
I wonder if you think of me
When you're...
When you're...
'Oh dear'
I say to myself
'What have I done?
Oh, what have I done'
I say
'you stupid, you stupid girl
What have you, have you done?'
Am I your friend yet?
I can't tell through the glaze
That's the crack I fall in
Every time I look at your face
That's the crack I'm pulling
Every time I see you
'Oh dear'
I say to myself
'Oh dear'
I say to myself
'Oh dear'
I say to myself
'What have I done?'
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5. |
Don't Make Me Sing
03:31
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Don't make me sing
'Cause if that's what you're thinking
I won't know what I'm doing
And I need to know
'Cause life has got to amount
To something
My friend Tom's pissed
'Cause my sister stood him up
And he doesn't realise
That she does that
And I would never
But I'm here with my head out the window
And my best friend in the world
Is somewhere in dreamland
Don't make me sing
'Cause if that's what you're thinking
I won't know what I'm doing
And I need to know
'Cause life has got to amount
To something
'Cause if that's what you're doing
I don't need no protrusion
And I need to go
'Cause I'm not the girl
For this job
And I'm trying to be proactive
But it's sunny
And I'm not sure I enjoy this
New found freedom
But there's no-one I care to share it with
Except myself
And him in dreamland
Don't make me sing
'Cause if that's what you're thinking
I won't know what I'm doing
And I need to know
'Cause life has got to amount
To something
'Cause if that's what you're doing
I don't need no protrusion
And I need to go
'Cause I'm not the girl
For this job
No
No no no
No no no
No no no
And I wonder if the popular
Think as much as me
And if they run out of one friend
They can get more
And if I'm pissing him off
I shouldn't call
Don't make me sing
'Cause if that's what you're thinking
I won't know what I'm doing
And I need to know
'Cause life has got to amount
To something
'Cause if that's what you're doing
I don't need no protrusion
And I need to go
'Cause I'm not the girl
For this job
No
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When it’s a choice of violation
And a choice of war
There isn’t really a choice
You know the score
And does it really make sense
To lose your sense
And lose your friends
And lose your innocence
All I could think
Was ‘get off’
All I could think
Was ‘get your fucking hands off’
But I couldn’t get you off
And why should I
Want you off?
And was it really so bad
To say you had
No life
But to keep me from living mine?
When all there was
Within that life
Was yours to keep
I did no crime
All I could say was ‘sorry’
A hundred times
‘I’m sorry’
And promise
To give you
My all
Tomorrow morning
So you wanna...
And sit in the dark
Ignoring me
Thinking you're right
With all my scars
It wasn’t me
Who was wrong
I said 'no'
You were wrong
I was flung
From wall to wall
But I should go
Think about what I’ve done
When there’s a choice of life and a choice of death
It doesn’t really matter if your basic needs are met
And with all this choice you think I would’ve
Left you there with your hard on
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7. |
A Line of Madness
05:09
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Pills, bottles and ash
Lined up, uniform
No slips ups
No colloquialism
At your command, sir
Until we fall over
And there is a line of madness...
I dreamt my sister was addicted
And I hate confrontation
And the refusal
Don't think I don't know what's attractive
Sweetheart I know it's not me
But it could be
And there is a line of madness...
Clear as day
Closer than the horizon
But still
Far away
I'd love to be the one smoking the cigar
At ground zero
But Mr Waters as you know well
I'm the one who'll run like hell
A shadow of nothing
An imaginary cell
A small girl
You never knew that well
You know I'm the one
Who'll run like hell
And there is a line of madness...
Clear as day
Closer than the horizon
But still
Far away
From rags to riches
Into white trash
Lined up
No uniform
Plenty of slip-ups
Listening to received pronunciation of slang
Mr Waters you know
They're the brave girls who never ever ran
And there is a line of madness...
Clear as day
Closer than the horizon
But still
Far away
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For constant reassurance
She’d never tire of the words
She’d get pissed off, mind
From being ignored
No gleaming eyes
No look of love inside this cold heart
It’s the end of the world
Don’t think of resolution/revolution
It’s out of my hands
Don’t think elucidation/vindication
It’s out of my hands
Don’t think of repulsion/revulsion
Cause we’ll all go there
Think Annihilation/illumination
It’s all in his hands
All in his hands
It’s like we never met
Glazed over all the impurities
And fed on the thoughts of each other
He’s learned his lesson well
But they all do after a session with me
It’s the end of the world
It’s like a pay per view but you view all the time
What happens if you don’t like what you see?
I have a mountain of salt for every pinch I took
But if the food is bland don’t blame the cook
Blame yourself
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9. |
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Sleep with me
In scorched sheets
Land treated
And where nothing grows
So
Sleep with me here
On salted Earth
Know this
That the deeper I look
There's no smoking please
And know I'm shallower Still
That sex would make me
That love would be a goal
That I haven't already
Had it all
And that I have
Start it well
It started well
But I know I am
Barren
And have made it so
So sleep with me here
You can smell the burning
And see no smoke rising
No boiling sea
No salted Earth
That sex would make me
That love would be a goal
That I haven't already
Had it all
And that I have
Today to be found
I am dripping through the ceiling
He put his arms around me
And tried to throw me down the steps
And I am found
I am getting through this daytime
His eyes beamed
So I noticed
He may have kissed me drunkenly
But I can't remember
because I was sober
Today to be found
And I am losing this feeling
He ran off because it was raining
And I'd knocked him back
And I am found
And I am dripping through the ceiling
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Jessica Grace Oxford, UK
Raised by wolves in the heart of England, Sniff Sniff used her experience in the wilderness to hunt for nuts and berries.
At that point she founded Jessica Grace, using excess berries to fuel the upload of the songs and wolf spit to power her laptop.
Her more recent work is a mixture of synth pop, acoustic lyrical folk, alternative and indie-ish.
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