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Artist: Modest Mouse
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Life Like Weeds
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Life Like Weeds
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In this life like weeds
You're just a rock to me
You're just a rock to me
You're just a rock to me
And in this life like weeds
You're just a rock to me
And in this life like weeds
And in this life like weeds
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the places you go
You'll see the place where you're from
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you meet
You'll see the place where you'll die
I could have told you all that I love you
And on the day that you die
You'll see the people you'd met
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you see
You'll see just who you've been
I wish I could have told you all
In this life like weeds
In this life like weeds
Eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed
In this life like weeds
You're a rock to me
I know where you're from
But where do you belong?
In this life like weeds
You're the dirt I'll breath
In this life like weeds
You're a rock to me
In this life like weeds
In this life like weeds
I know where you're from
But where do you belong?
In this life like weeds
Eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed
In this life like weeds
In this life like weeds
You're the dirt I'll breath
All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there's nothin' left to breathe
And you think you feel most everything
And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
So you think you've figured out everything
But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there's nothing left to breathe
Up until there's nothin' left to speak
Up until the better parts of space
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