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Searching for reasons that you stay away
Searching for your disturbing body
Searching for your disturbing body
The math doesn’t add up when I do it alone
How many paths travel you home?
Disturbing body luring me
How does the wind code your mystery?
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In needing the antidote
Look for the bitter part of the fruit
After all the nights so sweet
I walk in the street
Alone with my tune
I savour the bitter part of the fruit
You walk on the riverbank
You’ve got a friend with you
Notice how the light turns blue
And something inside
Whispers and sighs
You’re tasting the bitter part of the fruit
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Sun-Spotted Apple
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Bluebird
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Inertia of a Dream
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Flowers
02:19
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Flowers on the body dead
Flowers I sent
Powder on the eyes of them
They’re too young to die
Dying makes a sort of paste
It’s good for the eyes
Dying makes a sort of cloud
It broadens the sky
Dying makes a sort of sound
It darkens the night
The night was a warning
For my paciful eyes
Heard through the shadows
You’d worn a disguise
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Salt or Sand
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Our Breath
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Last Sip
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Midnight at the Station
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Cots Montreal, Québec
Cots is the debut solo project by composer, singer, and guitarist Steph Yates.
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