Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By Holly Brook, Unlocking metaphors
Caches that were safe before
Lost their secrets to the
By Holly Brook, Sittin' here I'm dwellin' on the things that I keep
By Holly Brook, Cellar door, what's the use
Cellar door, are you open to
By Holly Brook, Someone tell me what to do
I feel like I must
By Holly Brook, Though I'm young and cynical
It's not my only crime
I've been
By Holly Brook, Now I've come to cry
Shed your skin to rest my
By Holly Brook, You wanna catch your breath, you wanna get out
But as
By Holly Brook, Saturday what a day, what a silly little day
Time to
By Holly Brook, You drank a bit down, spilled the rest of it
By Holly Brook, Painted eyes and empty streets are taking it down
Selling perfect
By Holly Brook, Feeling like I can't forgive but I want to
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