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Dynasty
04:19
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I thought this love
Was a temple
(Was a temple)
Built upon a cornerstone
Now when I kneel down to
Pray
I can feel my soul
Slipping away
Away
You broke me down
So I kneel on the ground
So I get down
Get on my knees
Before our broken dynasty
And though it hurts
It hurts to see
I say
'Amen'
Let it be
The joy
And the pain
Ended up a losing game
And now a
Choir from heaven above
Has come to
Sing for our love
I was starting to like
You and me
(You and me)
But if we're not meant to be
That's fine with me
We thought we could live
Without our Eden
(Our Eden)
Turns out that we really
Need it
We've gone separate ways
But all I can say
Is Amen
Amen
Amen, Amen
It means
Let it be
So I get down
Get on my knees
Before our
Broken dynasty
And though it hurts
It hurts to see
I say...
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3. |
Mona Lisa
04:57
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I could smile at you
Like the Mona Lisa
I could hang over your every word
Like a clock in a Dali painting
I could sit and think
About you
Like Le Penseur thinks
About his thoughts
But I'm not
Cause there's just something about you
That I just can't get into
Like you think you're a masterpiece
Like your life is complete
But you're missing something and it
Isn't me
Got a God-shaped
Hole in your heart
And you try to fill it by
Buying art
Oh silly boy
Where do I start?
You treat me like you're a minimalist
So impersonally
You appreciate Pop Art
Very unironically
I've got a love-shaped hole
In my heart
It heals
Whenever we're apart
Where do I start?
Cause there's just something about you
That I just can't get into
Tu pense que tu es
Un chef-d'oeuvre
Mais tu n'es pas
Mon cherie
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4. |
Sunflowers I
00:31
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I'm one of Monet's Water Lilies
From afar I'm okay
But when you get near me
You can see I'm just brushstrokes
Loosely held together
Putting up a façade
That I'm something better
I'm a mess, I'll confess
Hold my hands
Take off my dress
And see what a mess I really am for you
I want to know that you're a mess, too
I'm one of Degas' Ballerinas
Chaotic beauty, but far from prima
In the limelight, pretty pirouetting
But Impressionism can give the wrong impression
Black stains down my cheeks
From my mascara, crying
But, babe, if you're the painter
I can be your muse
And you can be my saving grace
Learn my body 'til you can place
All my tan lines
And my tattoos
I'm a train wreck
Yet somehow I'm the one you chose
I'm one of Monet's Water Lilies
I'm one of Degas' Ballerinas
Black stains on my face and bandages on my ankles
Beautiful disaster
Beautiful disaster
Beautiful disaster
Beautiful disaster
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6. |
Sunflowers II
00:34
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7. |
Starry Nights
03:07
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Lend me an ear, my dear
If you have one to spare
I'll make it very clear
I'm here, meet me by the stairs
And we will watch the stars
The swirling lights in the sky
At the end of it all
I know you'll make me cry
You make me crazier than Vincent Van Gogh
Cut off his own ear, but still he'll never know
The pain you put me through
Starry nights with you
I cry when I'm alone
You get me high then you leave me so low
Heart full of woe
Lost angel in the snow
Know what you put me through
Paintbrush in the blue
Starry nights with you
I'd cut off an ear, my dear
For you, I've one to spare
I know my time is near
But for you I wouldn't dare
Take my final breath
Though I'm living on borrowed time
Cause I promised you
We'd watch the stars in the sky
You make me crazier than Vincent Van Gogh
Cut off his own ear, but still he'll never know
The pain you put me through
Starry nights with you
I cry when I'm alone
You get me high then you leave me so low
Heart full of woe
Lost angel in the snow
Know what you put me through
Paintbrush in the blue
Starry nights with you
The pain you put me through
Paintbrush in the blue
Starry nights with you
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8. |
Interlude
00:52
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9. |
Glittering
05:01
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I left my life to chase a dream
Gold, far off, and
Glittering
They say this world can be so mean
But I don't care
I was betrayed by the whole scene
Gold, far off, and
Glittering
But I still don't want it back
My life, my friends, and
All that
Cause I'm happier out here
Whether my next step will
Make me
Or break me
Never knowing if
They're gonna give me
Or take me
I know it makes my mother sad
Teachers and preachers
Makes them mad
But my will is iron clad
And I got this
At least that's what I tell myself
At least that's what I tell myself
I lied to everyone I met
I told them I was a good girl
But I'm not like that
And now they all
Think that I've changed
But I've always been the same
They just didn't know about it
Yet
They just didn't know about it
Yet
I know it makes my mother
Sad
Teachers and preachers
Makes them mad
I know it makes my mother sad
Teachers and preachers
Makes them mad
Gold, far off, and
Glittering
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10. |
Puppet
03:34
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I don't know why I let you say these things
I don't know why I let you lie to me
I don't know why I let you pull my strings
Like a puppet
You're a work of art
And yet
And yet you break my heart
Do everything you can to control me
You do
Everything you can to control me
You shaped me out of clay
(Of clay)
But I shattered in the kiln
I'm a
Paper mache
A light weight heart
Easily swayed, easily played, easily
Killed
Easily swayed, easily played, easily
Killed
I don't know why I let you say these things
I don't know why I let you lie to me
I don't know why I let you pull my strings
Like a puppet
You're a work of art
And yet
And yet you break my heart
I got these strings
In my hands
And my feet
They give me emotions
Emotions
It's so easy to leverage me
Cause all I need
Is a little
Bit of devotion
Easily swayed, easily played, easily
Killed
Easily swayed, easily played, easily
Killed
I don't know why I let you say these things
I don't know why I let you lie to me
I don't know why I let you pull my strings
Like a puppet
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11. |
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They call me a tronie
They paint me illucid, loose-lipped, and lonely
Then they hang my face on their walls
Like a damn trophy
They only love me when they own me
I walk the fine line
Of the tight-lipped ladies of the Classical times
I'm drawn to the bad ones like
A moth to the light
Why do they have to shine
So brightly?
Controversies
They surround me
Cause people don't like
What they can't see
Controversy
Make up stories
It's just like the
Girl with a Pearl Earring
They call me a tronie
They paint me illucid, loose-lipped, and lonely
Then they hang my face on their walls
Like a damn trophy
They only love me when they own me
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12. |
Violin Medley no. 1
02:23
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13. |
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I just wanna feel you, I just wanna feel you
I just wanna feel love, I just wanna feel love
I just wanna feel, I just wanna feel
I just wanna feel, I just wanna feel
Your palm on the back of my neck
Like 'yeah'
I could smile at you
Like the Mona Lisa
(Like the Mona Lisa)
I could hang over
Your every word
Like a clock in a Dali painting
I could sit and
Think about you
Like Le Penseur thinks about his thoughts
Oh
But I'm not
Cause there's just something about you
That I just can't get into
Like you think you're
A masterpiece
Like your life is complete
But you're missing something
And it
Isn't me
Got a God-shaped hole in your heart
And you try to fill it by
Buying art
Oh, silly boy
Oh, silly boy
Oh, silly boy
Where do I start?
I could scream 'I love you'
Would you ever get the message?
I dream of progression
I'm steady working, give me credit
To be stagnant is to die
I have friends in love with dying, they were doing it in Texas
Love isn't just the 'in your face' moments, but some trust
Dash of lust
But we ain't gotta go that deep
I could leave, boo
Would you leave me?
I need to reconnect, touch grass
Feeling empty
What could I do? What could I say?
(I just wanna feel love)
Without saying what I do and how much I paid
Maturity
Is ignoring the
Thoughts of hurting you
For hurting me
My wrists bleed
A bitter burgundy
It's a risk to be in love
And in a state of insecurity
You treat me like you're a minimalist
So impersonally
(So impersonally)
You appreciate Pop Art
Very un-ironically
(I've got a love-shaped hole)
I've got a love-shaped hole in my heart
(Your RBF
So smooth)
It heals whenever we're apart
Oh
Where do I start?
Your palm on the back of my neck, I'm like 'yeah'
Your palm on the back of my neck, I'm like 'yeah'
Your palm on the back of my neck, I'm like 'yeah'
You kiss my cheek, you say you love me
I'm like 'yeah'
Your palm on the back of my neck, like 'yeah'
Cause there's just something about you
That I just can't get into
Tu pense que tu es
Un chef-d'oeuvre
Mais tu n'es pas
Mon cherie
I'm like 'yeah'
Your palm on the back of my neck, I'm like 'yeah'
My palm on the back of your neck, like 'yeah'
(I just wanna feel, I just wanna feel)
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14. |
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I'm one of Monet's Water Lilies
From afar I'm okay
But when you get near me
You can see I'm just brushstrokes
Loosely held together
Putting up a façade
That I'm something better
I'm a mess, I'll confess
Hold my hands
Take off my dress
And see what a mess I really am for you
I want to know that you're a mess, too
Sunburn on my face
And bandages on my ankles
To cover up the blisters
From my new tennis shoes
Chipping nail polish on all my toes
I'm a trainwreck
Yet, somehow I'm the one you chose
I'm one of Degas' Ballerinas
Chaotic beauty, but far from prima
In the limelight, pretty pirouetting
But Impressionism can give the wrong impression
Black stains down my cheeks
From my mascara, crying
But, babe, if you're the painter
I can be your muse
And you can be my saving grace
Learn my body 'til you can place
All my tan lines
And my tattoos
I'm a train wreck
Yet somehow I'm the one you chose
I'm one of Monet's Water Lilies
I'm one of Degas' Ballerinas
Black stains on my face and bandages on my ankles
Beautiful disaster
Beautiful disaster
Beautiful disaster
Beautiful disaster
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KIMMERLY Florida
KIMMERLY (born Carson Ruby Kimmerly) is an American singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, composer, producer, poet, and visual artist. Deemed “one of the upcoming and most exciting voices in alt-pop today” (Bliiink Music), KIMMERLY has established herself as a true creative through her sonic musical compositions and stunning visual stories. ... more
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