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Machine In My Chest
02:46
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There’s a machine inside my chest
Made up of spare and busted parts
The wires are loose; the circuit’s a mess
It’s as if it were built in the dark
There’s a machine inside my chest
I pretend that it’s steel and hard as stone
But a fuse will blow, and it seems as though
The whole thing was made to be broken
Oh, Oh, Oh
Everyone’s finding their way
Oh, Oh, Oh
I keep making mistakes
Oh, Oh, Oh
I want a heart that never
Aches, aches
That never breaks, breaks
That never aches, aches
I’ve seen them before
I want a heart like everyone else
Oh, do they make them like that anymore?
There’s a machine inside my chest
Fickle and flawed for all to see
And as hard as I try to know it the best
There’s no knowing a mystery
Oh, Oh, Oh
It could be state of the art
Oh, Oh, Oh
It just needs someone to start it
Oh, Oh, Oh
I want a heart that never
Aches, aches
That never breaks, breaks
That never aches, aches
I’ve seen them before
I want a heart like everyone else
Oh, do they make them like that anymore?
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See Me At All
03:18
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You’re slowly sinking under piles of unwashed clothes
Watching the tv glow
How many times will you call her phone
Hoping she’ll pick up, knowing she won’t
But here I am at your front door
Whenever you need me, whenever you call
Wondering whether
You see me at all
See me at all
You’re keeping em closed
Open your eyes
If love stood there ten feet tall
Would you see me at all
What if I died my hair and changed my name
Hung out with the naughty girls until 3 am
What would you think if I pulled a Sandra D
Could you see me as any more than a friend
Coz here I am at your front door
Whenever you need me, whenever you call
Wondering whether
You see me at all
See me at all
You’re keeping em closed
Open your eyes
If love stood here ten feet tall
Would you see me at all
All this time, what have I got to show
While I’m getting to know you better?
They say love is blind I guess that I might as well resign
It’s getting too hard to tell you
As I fall, wondering whether….
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The Little Things
02:31
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It’s the little things about you
How you’d part your hair and shine your shoes
And wink at me with your baby blues
You wooed me with the little things you would do
It's the little things about you
The way you hold my hand in your sleep
Like a secret you’ll always keep
Just the little things that you do
There are storms on Venus and fire on mars
And Saturn is circled by rings
All things considered I still prefer
The greatness of the little things
Coz the little things grow so tall
When you give them time to take it slow
Til you’re counting fingers and kissing toes
And only the little things count at all
There are storms on Venus and fire on mars
And Saturn is circled by rings
All things considered I still prefer
The greatness of the little things
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Keppie Coutts Sydney, Australia
Blend the mellow tones of Norah Jones with the quirky pop of Feist and the fire of Ani DiFranco into a Chagall painting, and you get Keppie Coutts. Keppie's tunes are earthy, sophisticated, and direct - heart-squeezing, uplifting, and sometimes hilarious. ... more
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