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Home is Where the Trees Grow EP

by The New Yorker

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Virgin (free) 01:45
And 5 years of waiting and 5 years alone I'm still a virgin would you let me go Took me 5 years to realize and 5 years to know that life is too short just to wait on your own. But what the fuck it just doesn't make sense Let's just, let's just be friends. It's funny when I ask they never tell me something else "I don't know man it just sort of happens by itself" While all my friends are fucking eachother on the floor I'm stuck here telling her she's not a fucking whore I tell her to move on and walk on out the door because the love that she had is not there anymore Boyfriend after boyfriend it's the same old fucking chore Being this alone is just such a bore.. Such a fucking bore! The only thing you have to lose is your virginity Stop listening to limes and just talk to me.
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Stale (free) 01:59
One must be happy with what one gets, that's how it goes. Getting what others wish they had, but wanting so bad to give it up... All along knowing that giving it up would break hearts, and friendships.. including my own: Story of my life.
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Oh God No (free) 01:00
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Toots (free) 01:38
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Mexico (free) 02:26
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Trees (free) 01:31
Home is where the trees grow (where the trees grow) Whether if it rains, hails, sleets, or snows We weren't meant for concrete floors and walls, made from superficial name brand stores I forgot what to say, ain't that a shame I'm so sick of playing all these games. All they do is lead astray and force us into the vast cliche. αγαπη μου I think we've bit off more than we were able to chew Don't stop, we have to push through and find the guts to make do Close motherfucker close, close motherfucker close Before your intentions get thrown out the door I will find happiness from a girl, Exposing her emotions bare to the world A girl that I've never met before Sometimes I just wanna get home. Home's where the trees grow.

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released August 21, 2009

All songs and lyrics composed by The New Yorker.

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