1. |
2.0
01:33
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2. |
Treat Me Like Prince
02:51
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Let's start on a fresh page,
And I will know you like the back of this book.
Starting over,
But still going nowhere.
Lying to myself no longer.
Open up,
I have nothing more to say,
And I'll just know you as a story.
Who has the time?
Who has the place?
I'll never know,
I'll just turn a fresh page.
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3. |
Richard Baggins
02:48
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Brushed my fingers on your light wash jeans.
I try to ask you what life means,
but you don't know.
We're painting face with our leather shoes,
but they're all the wrong hues.
Stumbling faded on 8th Street;
burying shoulders into concrete.
What brought me here?
I'm tired of working through my lack of fear.
Weren't you just here?
But I'm wide awake, and I can't escape my trust.
I just don't get it.
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4. |
Sports Song
05:17
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Up the earth,
Through the ruins,
Spilling water.
Heal the wounds,
But don't bind
The divisions.
No simplifying consolidation.
One ephemeral thought must refuse my conscious mind.
I don't know why I expect it the very first time.
In abject solitude, I lose my name and come upon the path to fame.
Repetition is the only answer.
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5. |
Set Me Up
01:05
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6. |
Hazel
03:17
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We won't need to tell them our names for now or never.
We won't need to tell them, we don't need.
Where we're going is for us to know.
But you won't let your guard down.
I could be so happy to see you and just leave myself.
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7. |
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this actually happened to Sanjeev
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8. |
Sauceman's
03:05
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I saw you moving on a silver screen,
Now I get what pretty means.
I saw you slide between the sheets,
and I poured another drink alone.
I wrote your number on a bathroom stall,
I've already seen it all.
I saw your number on a bathroom stall.
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9. |
Comma Spaceman
06:21
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To what will I give myself?
Must we ever choose?
Constant reminders surround me of the love that could be.
We surround ourselves in stories and chemicals just to feel ourselves.
What will I find?
Am I ready?
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10. |
Brotherman
04:02
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Speak so fondly of your hometown,
as I sift through the sound.
Our voice a lie
Craving new style
I'll stop talking
Is a rush the hardest choice to know?
I guess I don't know.
This is a list that's not trying to make you cry,
I'm just trying to make my mother proud.
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Shivering, left to my favorite crutches.
Once kids making lists for the summer,
not that long ago.
Can I decide to make a step,
or only do what makes some sense?
For now it's 3 a.m. outside,
Nothing is wrong here.
I lie awake for hours,
Even with somebody.
Can't you hear this screaming?
Soon enough, some peace, silence.
Trust a way to find some rest.
Now I'm making healthy steps on my own.
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Minneapolis progressive/post-metal group. Sobereyed out everywhere via Chain Letter Collective.
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