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January Again
02:12
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Yeah we're doing okay, yeah we're doing fine
And I'm glad you asked, you know I like that
But a year from now you won't be asking how I've been
Because you're drifting off and you can barely move your mouth
And a year from now I won't even know your name.
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21st Century Humans
03:04
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Hold my hand 'til the end
And tell my friends, they'll understand
I feel so old, so "I told you so"
I'll nod and shake your hand, but I'm not listening
The floors will shake, the roof will cave in
And I hope they understand we all deserve it.
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Waving ribbons in the night
We're forgetting left and right
Oh, misty-eyed I feel so alive, it reminds me of the time I thought I almost died
My heart was pumping lead and I was sweating bullets and I couldn't breathe and then I was fine
Standing on a stack of shingles on a rooftop I have never seen before
Colors collide and words cannot describe the things my eyes are taking in tonight
Oh empty cans and black plastic bags are such true signs of life in their own way
But all they ever bring to mind are elusive words that you can't fucking say
And when we finally checked the time
We were on the wrong subway line
We hardly even thought to care, but we surely had no business being there
And running through 3 a.m. mist, the only thing I thought was "hell, I love this"
And all this nonsense is the time I'll miss, even if we wasted it
And all this nonsense is the shit I'll miss in years, when it will not exist
And I'll remember times like this and wonder, who would ever bring an end to it?
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The Elevator
02:47
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When I looked at you, saw you were looking, too
For three hours every day I tried to look away, afraid of what people might say
You said you liked my style and I could only smile
Couldn't think of anything to say, except "thanks a lot," and I like your face
And then three weeks later, by the elevator, I knew you liked me too
I saw it through and through, and I can think like you do
And with a smile you return to your half-home, so alone.
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Our Kind
03:36
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When it's least expected, considered circumvented, it comes on strong
As if I wouldn't notice, like I didn't know something was wrong
Oh but I know your kind
Leave me halfway home each time
Slowing down the motions, our mouths ripe for shutting up this year
You're a toy machine gun, making noise but meaning so much more
Oh and I've known our kind
I won't be hollow in my life
I'll recall everything that I've said, I've got it written down inside my head (If you ask me to)
And I'll fall asleep anytime in your bed, it's not a problem if you want me to
I'll recall every word that I've said, I've got 'em written down inside my head (If you ask me to)
And I'll fall asleep anytime in your bed, it's not a problem if you want me to.
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7. |
Untitled Part 1
01:22
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8. |
Untitled Part 2
04:08
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When I want it the timing's always wrong
And I pretend that doesn't bother me, but how the hell could it not?
When I knew her, her eyes were blue and black
So I gave her what I could, and now she's handing it right back
Ohh
In the end, someone else instead
There's another who scares me half to death, 'cause I was too stupid to recognize I'd be the one to get left
When I see her something hangs above my head
And I watch it in the air, and it's better left unsaid
Ohh
In the end, someone else instead
In the end, someone else instead.
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9. |
And The Bad Boys
03:56
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I always meant to bring it here for you
Feeling all of history behind your eyes
I think I know, you say I only knew
And that'll leave us here again tonight
Watching drunk girls stumble on
And the bad boys tag along
All the laughing without fun
'Cause it's already all been done
I always meant to bring it here for you
Feeling all of history behind your eyes
I think I know, you say I only knew
And that'll leave us here again tonight
Is this the same place they all praise?
Are we the same things every day?
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10. |
The Tactless Are Talking
02:50
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I've seen this all before
They'll come running to your door
With praise they'd rather keep
And promises they paid for
You can put on a disguise
But they'll recognize your eyes
Please don't listen to their lies
That's what they're paid for
You've got me in your pocket
I don't dare say a word
When the tactless are talking
I hope I'm not misunderstood
I had a dream last night
I was here in a sense, but nothing was mine
And when I thought I'd died
I only melted away into another life.
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11. |
Good & Beautiful
04:24
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I am blinded by the clouds that fill the sky
Yeah they're gray below, but so radiant and white above, from my window seat
My mind is befogged by too much food and too much alcohol
And too many time zones blending together so hours don't mean anything
My heart is not racing
My heart is not racing
Have you ever been so excited that you only feel afraid?
Oh, it happens every day
My life is not the same, will it struggle to find meaning?
I sing unpopular refrains, and love the people I'm misleading
I contemplate the autumn chill, and I'm all alone and it's never felt so good
I contemplate the autumn chill, and I'm all alone and it's never felt so good
My being does not plummet and tumble
My being does not plummet and tumble
Too much is good and beautiful for that now
Too much is good and beautiful for that now
Have you ever been so excited that you only feel afraid?
Oh, it happens every day.
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