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Midas Touch
03:23
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I thought your hands had the Midas touch
I don't hold them but I guess that much
I'll be sweet if you'll be sweet to me
I'll be sweet if you'll be sweet to me
Your smile's crowded with a silver spoon
I'm by your side but you don't leave much room
I'll be sweet if you'll be sweet to me
I'll be sweet if you'll be sweet too
When can I touch?
We all think and feel
I don't need that much
Just enough to stay real
Guess I'm just not used to taking my time
There're plenty to call
There're tons out there still
I'm risking it all
Just for one pretty kill
Stupid or brave, I lay it all on the line
There's only one thing on my mind I can't shake
How long do I give girl, before I can take?
I thought your hands had the Midas touch
I don't hold them but I guess that much
I'll be sweet if you'll be sweet to me
I'll be sweet if you'll be sweet to me
You keep on saying that it's not my bad
We don't go there but I wish had
When I'm hurting yeah you don't look back
When can I touch?
We all think and feel
I don't need that much
Just enough to stay real
Guess I'm just not used to taking my time
I couldn't catch up
You're sinking your thoughts
And when I clean up
You'll be counting the spots
It's all out there
There are plenty to call!
There's only one thing on my mind I can't shake
It's getting with you girl, I think I might break!
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No Way
03:52
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It's hard to stay open
When you take what is yours
Think back for old time's sake
Can we cut this chord?
You're nice from a distance like most shiny things.
Think back for old time's sake
Can we learn from these?
Caught like a beggar with your heart in my hands
Words stick to things like forever
But this will not stand
It feels like the sun shines only moments a day
I'll wait until my eyes open
Past the hopeless grey
This one isn't killing just like every time before
But it's chilling just to be back
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Bubblemouth
03:21
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Our sick lungs
Are coming undone, are folding
Never afraid but eyes closed tight
A flicker of day, I'm still cold
Can you hold me?
Would you rather be a sweet thing
Or would you rather be anything else
I don't see anyone like you
And I don't look too hard
And when your dying from a cool thing
We'll see if anyone helps
I don't want a bubblemouth like you
Have got to pull me out
Our spare room
Is better in bloom, in loathing
Shrinking the sun, I fill in the ground
Search for the sea but eyes grow tired
Do you know me?
Would you rather be a sweet thing
Or would you rather be anything else
I don't see anyone like you
And I don't look too hard
And when your dying from a cool thing
We'll see if anyone helps
I don't want a bubblemouth like you
Have got to pull me out!
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Cloud Hands Asbury Park, New Jersey
Cloud Hands is a five member indie rock band from Asbury Park, NJ, formed in 2016. Looking to bands like Bad Suns, Young the Giant, and From Indian Lakes, Cloud Hands blends catchy melody writing with tastefully complex rhythms.
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