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Hasten Slowly
03:23
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Takeaway on a Friday night,
It’s me, sitting here with my Pad Thai,
And I’m sick of writing self-centred songs like this,
But you know I’m selfish,
You told me, it might be hard,
We’ll out last it all,
You can eat your words,
I’m suffocating,
It’s blue fire, burn hard,
Hasten slowly,
Is it you, is it you,
Or is it waking up in a sweaty mess,
You’ve had a dream,
Someone’s breaking through the glass,
That holds you in, holds you in,
Or is it crawling, face first on the ground,
You’re searching for something,
That isn’t yours,
They told you, it might be hard,
You’ll outlast it all,
They can eat their words,
You’re suffocating,
It’s blue fire, burn hard,
Hasten slowly,
Is it you, is it you,
Or is it, blue fire, burn hard, hasten slowly,
Blue fire, burn hard, hasten slowly,
Blue fire, burn hard, hasten slowly,
Blue fire, burn hard, hasten slowly,
They told you, it might be hard,
You’ll outlast it all,
They can eat their words,
We’re suffocating,
It’s blue fire, burn hard,
Hasten slowly,
Is it you, is it you.
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I'm A Girl
03:08
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I’m a girl, and I see it makes you uncomfortable,
When I shake your hand,
I’m six foot tall, but that must intimidate you,
Try to make me feel small,
I’m a girl, and I see you look at me,
Look me up and down,
And I’ve lost count,
How many times I’ve been told what I look like,
My father showed me that I’m capable,
And I’ve never stood down from those harder roles,
So makes you think you can put me in a box?
I’m a girl and I’ve had enough,
When you walk home,
Are you holding your keys in your right hand,
Just in case, you need to use them,
If you see that man,
My father showed me that I’m capable,
And I’ve never stood down from those harder roles,
So makes you think you can put me in a box?
I’m a girl and I’ve had enough.
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3. |
One Year Later
03:25
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I’m not really allowed to say I miss you,
I’m not even sure if I do,
You’re never there, but you’re everywhere,
In my head, running laps around me still,
And I hate the way,
That I still think about it,
I try and push it out of my mind,
And I hate the fact,
That I’m writing this song,
A whole year later than I should have,
I’ve been judging myself,
For the past thirteen months,
And now I’m sick of sitting around,
Saying I’m not good enough,
So I’ll write these words down,
Sing them aloud a couple times,
Say it’s okay to mess up, break down,
Let go and grow now,
Now I hate the way,
That I still think about it,
I try and push it out of my mind,
And I hate the fact,
That I’m writing this song,
A whole year later than I should have,
Mess up, break down, let go and grow now,
Mess up, break down, let go and grow now,
Mess up, break down, let go and grow now,
Mess up, break down, let go and grow now,
Now I love the way,
That I’m thinking about it,
I’ll let it flood through my mind,
And I love the fact,
That I’m finally singing,
A whole year later than I should have.
Mess up, break down, let go and grow now,
Mess up, break down, let go and grow now,
Mess up, break down, let go and grow now,
Mess up, break down, let go and grow now.
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4. |
Send Me Flowers
02:41
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Send me flowers when I’m sad,
So I can know you’re thinking of me here,
Of me here,
Send me kisses in a text message,
You’re missing me,
And I miss you dear, I miss you dear,
Send me little flashbacks of your face,
On sunny days,
We were at the beach, at the beach
And if you don’t mind,
Well I would like,
If you could send yourself back home to me,
Home to me,
Send me flowers when I’m sad,
So I can know you’re thinking of me here,
Of me here,
Send me kisses in a text message,
You’re missing me,
And I miss you dear, I miss you dear,
Send me little flashbacks of your face,
On sunny days,
We were at the beach, at the beach
And if you don’t mind,
Well I would like,
If you could send yourself back home to me,
Home to me.
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Fake Confidence
02:36
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Internally I know, I give myself to you,
Endlessly and completely,
Externally I wave with a fake confidence,
And I watch you wave too,
Hold it together for now,
Don’t chase them, turn around,
Well I’d be lying if I said,
I wasn’t excited for you and proud of your sense of adventure,
And the love that you have for everything and everyone,
Who you haven’t even met yet,
But the tightness in my chest,
Is pressing down hard and I can’t breathe,
How lucky am I that it hurts this fucking much,
When you say goodbye to me,
It’ll go so fast, that’s what they all say to me,
But I don’t want wish my time away, losing sleep,
Hold it together for now,
Don’t chase them, turn around,
Hold it together for now,
Just fake it and turn around,
Internally I know, I give myself to you,
Endlessly and completely,
Externally I wave with a fake confidence,
And I watch you wave too.
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Megan Core Byron Bay, Australia
Megan Core is an Australian singer-songwriter who writes honest, relatable folk-rock.
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