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Last 10 Seconds
03:08
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Hey look at me like that again
Look me so that I can remember the way you look in ten
Or fifteen years when I look back and see you on the floor
Sitting criss-cross wearing a long shirt and nothing more
And nothing more
Telling me about you weird cousin
In the middle of the night eating pop tarts by the dozen, the usual doing nothing
Did you see the moon tonight or feel the rain pounding down on your window pain
Thinking about how things have changed.
Chorus:
Got a reason now for holding out on letting go of the one who's keeping me sticking around. It'd be getting loud if my thoughts had sound. I'm wondering why we're letting go of what we found.
Tell me do you think of me each and every time you drive, walk, talk or breathe, I think of you in my sleep. I can see us now babe, making our way through the crowd closer to he stage, jamming like we're Jimmy Page.
Crying over highlights. Wish they were right about that 20:20 hindsight, looking for you every night
Crying over highlights. Wish they were right about that 20:20 hindsight, looking for you every night
Chorus:
Got a reason now for holding out on letting go of the one who's keeping me sticking around. It'd be getting loud if my thoughts had sound. I'm wondering why we're letting go of what we found.
We're letting go
Got a reason, got a reason now.
Got a reason, got a reason now.
Got a reason now for holding out on letting go of the one who's keeping me sticking around. It'd be getting loud if my thoughts had sound. I'm wondering why we're letting go of what we found.
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Two Summers
03:24
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I don't wanna write a song about missing you.
From seven to seventeen I didn't know how lucky I was til now.
And I didn't really expect to breakdown back in this fake town but look at us now.
Pedaling barefoot over the hot ground, thoughts bound down to you. We knew we had made the last sound two summers ago in the afternoon.
Chorus (x2)
They say don't fall in love with your best friend. They say it's not worth the pain when it ends. well that depends. I don't know about you but I don't give a fuck what they recommend.
Lost, crossed, tossin' in my drawers, something about the way you saw me / way you saw thee world, see you curled up, dreaming on the floor. How you welcomed me home had me going out more, our walks in the boondocks, one-sided talks. You were my best friend you were the hound to my fox. So stop let's talk let's put it on pause. Making it up improvise like a black box.
Considering I'm on a fantodical rebound. A balletic fanatical down. My radical analysis has found my cataractic rush that's having me drown. And I'll grab that didactic and the profound and build something for you, but I said all I need to say two summers ago in the afternoon.
And your gone too soon. Gone too soon.
And I didn't want to write a song about missing you.
But we're making it up, improvise like a black box.
Chorus (x2)
They say don't fall in love with your best friend. They say it's not worth the pain when it ends. well that depends. I don't know about you but I don't give a fuck what they recommend.
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The luckiest man alive has a full head of hair. A woman to think fondly of and one who needs repair
The luckiest man alive grinds his teeth at night. His heart's been broken once or twice and burned and dipped in ice.
The luckiest man alive knows not why it's him who dreams some days of hidden lakes and forgetting how to swim.
The luckiest man alive, he remembers her just well, how she wound her arms around him but he can't recall her smell, oh
The luckiest man alive, he decided not to smoke, but you can find him drinking wine and jumbling up his jokes, oh
The luckiest man alive, you could catch him by his smile. He knows he is fortunate to be a man pleased for a while.
The luckiest man alive cries and also sings, he's not mad but rather glad he knows a goddamned thing
The luckiest man alive grew old and had a child and the luckiest man and boy to live both cried and they both smiled.
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The Fiddler
04:00
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I'm a photograph, I'm a razor blade. I'm a branch across your way on a promenade.
I've been listening, I'm conditioning. For the fiddler is the part I'm auditioning.
I'm an astronaut. Tell me I'm not. I know control can't be sold, only bought. I'm a telemarketer in a wet dream. I'm the fog inside my window pain. I couldn't close my eyes if i fell asleep. I hurt a lot but I'm in no pain.
Chorus:
Hard to remember when we were alone, together a lot of bones to pick. I'm finding several incentives to incite a damn riot if it don't get fixed. Let find a way to get a way for a change like it's 1776. Im finding several incentives to incite a damn riot if it don't get fixed
I'm a shell filled with sand on a lemonade stand. I'd be a tattoo if I stuck around.
Just tell me that I'm ripping you thin and they'll be time for us to begin again.
I'm a fellowship of astronomers waiting for the day we fly
I'm the credit card in your wallet I'm a nice guy / house fly
I'm addicted to the way that you say my name. In debt but I never get paid
I'm settling down in my home town on an airplane
Chorus:
Hard to remember when we were alone, together a lot of bones to pick. I'm finding several incentives to incite a damn riot if it don't get fixed. Let find a way to get a way for a change like it's 1776. Im finding several incentives to incite a damn riot if it don't get fixed
I'm a yellow telephone on a wire now, picking up on all of your calls. I saw you slip and I'm hung up on the way you fall.
I'm a shell filled with sand on a lemonade stand. I'd be a tattoo if I stuck around.
Just tell me that I'm ripping you thin and they'll be time for us to begin
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Let Me Sleep/Starving
03:08
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When you're pissing in the bowl you're swimming in and you're wishing that the boat your fishing in with the capsize and deliver it's dreaded splinters to the water rippling
When your best friend is a book you read and it wasn't good. When you're honest for a little bit like a little kid
When you were visited by the ones you've been and riveted by assign you sped right past and you want to see you again but you can't because the lights no longer red.
When your big head gets a layer shed and your paychecks hearing death threats from your rent. Big dent gone to a girl who left West.
So you get bent and stay wet with what's left thinking who said what when next-door sex ed why your bed will not consent to sleep
When you're sitting on a bench of petulance got your feet hurting and your feelings wet and your residential complex of inferiority got your ego stretched
When you're struggling to get your table fed and you're finding out that a fables dead when someone's picking up your crumbs of bread and you're not lost but starving instead
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