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88 mph
02:09
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I move to fast to fall in love, so I stay young. I've learned to lose myself in a city of things I don't want. And it's only a matter of time until I go crazy, but at least I'm keeping my feet on the ground.
No. I'm not giving up. I'm at the speed of light, I don't know how to slow down. I found a knew way to sin. It takes a big room and bottles of gin.
I hope my eyes see better with time. The truth is right in front of me, I'll take what I can find. I'll keep close, the feelings that I hold. Without this it's emptiness. I'll take the last one home.
Take me back to record stores in Princeton and help me find the innocence I had. I still feel everything. It lives in the pictures and my memory.
I hope my eyes see better with time. The truth is right in front of me, I'll take what I can find. I'll keep close, the feelings that I hold. Without this it's emptiness. I'll take the last one home.
Cut the rope. Let it go. It's just a bad dream. You're waking up.
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How far is 5k
02:41
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Look how far we've come. A rising sun to a setting one, a country road to a one man boat with the two of us. Power lines to this open sky, fluorescent light to a starry night, endless heat to a cooling breeze and the window light we let inside.
We've searched forever and we find hope in the middle of the night when everything is exactly how it seems. You know which way the wind is gonna blow.
Look at all we've tried. Lived our lives like we'd never die. Found the warmth of a winter storm, now my heart decides. A cigarette and a broken mess, feeling good about having less. I like stars like I love my scars, now my heart decides.
We've searched forever and we find hope in the middle of the night when everything is exactly how it seems. You know which way the wind is gonna blow.
Marry me and we would have it all. It's fall and like the breeze I think that I should leave. This is where we hoped to find the bridge from who we are to what we were when we were kids.
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Let it Grow, Bro
03:00
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I quit my endless fight with being who I am. Open your lungs and breathe in. Smile like you mean it. This is taking forever and I've got my silence written down. We're hours away, from being hours away.
When I get home, I'll be better off. I'd feel better with the simple things alive in me.
May the road rise up to meet you, keep your heart light and your lungs too. We only see up close, so remember that this time is not just another one, you'll learn to let it go. You'll learn to let it grow.
"Alright for now" but I'm better on the long walk home, finding faces in the clouds. "I'm Alright for now" but I've gotta figure out...
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The easiest thing to do is not to car about anyone or anything. Stay inside and never open up. 'Cause one friend is enough and you're scared of everything that they will think. They'll tear you up.
Don't take what you get, you're better than that. Quit holding your breath and praying for air. When did this ever get you what you wanted? You pray for the sky, but stare at the ground. Look alive, this could be the last time. When did this ever get you what you wanted?
It's only fair that it would be so simple. True dreamers, they always win. They always come up on the right side of living.
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Uhh...Merica?
03:45
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The unstoppable epidemic of ignorance. It spreads like wildfire, can't be quarantined. There is no cure for this cultural malady. At least, not that can be seen.
Call me a pessimist, but it's getting worse with every day.
I can't believe it's come to this.
And no one wants to think. We just want to retreat, from a world that's far too scary, too complex to comprehend. Every problem has its root, every root branches off in a thousand directions. And it takes time to realize the truth.
Call me a pessimist, but it's getting worse with every day.
I can't believe its come to this.
Take it, take your own breath. Find the strength just to see it in your own way. It's a process to give it all back, but you've gotta learn to see it in your own way.
So step into the light. It'll only hurt at the first sight.
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We'll take all that we've got and tear it apart just to live through the moments again. I've got so many "remember whens" that I'll end this life with a smile. ...and we'll take all that we've got.
How do you plan to get yourself out of this one now? We keep getting older. It isn't enough!
Pick up the pieces and blow them apart, we're so much better than what we were taught. Take pride in the places you go and you'll always know. We can't be everything, but we'll try. We can't be everything at one time.
I know you're scared and I'm scared too, but these are the kinda things strong people live through and teach to their kids when their done. I'm not insane. I just act my age. The people I love, we all act the same. ...and we'll take all that we've got.
Here comes the rising tide. Please don't believe their lies. I guess I'm on my own tonight.
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Left town cause I thought I wanted more, got tired of making the same mistakes. Head straight til you don't feel anything. Head south til you feel like someone else. Time heals itself, and I've got other things to keep me up at night.
This what you are, a reason for a long walk home. You'll miss it when it's gone. A glimpse of who you are, a sight of all the things that we learned. This is what I want.
Cold feet made me think I want to leave. I've got my dreams. They're a silhouette, a clouded mess, of things I found along the way. I had my sight on better things, a strong will and a sense of clarity. When does where we're going become where we are? Slow down and park the car. Take a little in. Forget the things you left and quit hoping for the best. Take a load off baby, it's gonna be a long day. I've got some other things to say.
Faith is not a helpful thought. We're living in a world of chances and interactions, simple questions with missing answers and you do better than you thought. At least you've got your honest efforts and simple questions, faint direction and strength to keep it in.
This is what you are, a reason for a long walk home. You'll miss it when it's gone. A glimpse of who you are, a sight of all the things that we learned. This is what I want. You'll miss it when it's gone. We're looking for the same thing, darling I'm the same way. Confused, but some how driven to give away the things that we learned. This is what I want.
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Charades
03:22
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Why do I keep up this charade? What's in this for me? What's in this for you? You blather on about all of the shit that you've bought and the bonus you received. So what's in this for me? What's in this for you?
Confrontation has never been my forte. But there's a subtle arrogance that you display. I bite my tongue to hide what I might say. But what's the difference at the end of the day?
You work a hundred hour week, and I can't help but sit and think "You've thrown your life away." You value money and luxuries. You're so consumed that you can't see, you've thrown your life away. Do you even know you've thrown your life away?
I hope you're satisfied!...
With the role that you play in this giant machine that's destroying lives and shattering dreams. Do you feel compromised? Or are you desensitized? You're a pawn and accomplice in all of this, but do you even realize?
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Size 10, Nikes
03:41
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Standing by the ocean one night in September, the water and the sky seemed to fit right together. The only way to tell apart the sides is the difference in how they shine. When I go to turn my back, I can't escape the need to try to place myself in all of that. Just how far does it go? We'll never know.
22 years of this and I still have nothing to show for it. Am I looking for an answer? I'm an answer myself.
"I don't know, you'll be fine" just doesn't work every time.
I'm not afraid of what I know, I'm afraid of what I don't. It seems to me the ignorant are happier, but what do they know? Answers just bring questions most questions have no answers, I'm losing my mind and nothing makes it better. Tell me, what do you feel inside when you open your eyes?
I'd rather be struggling with sleep than asleep and content with a dream.
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The Shitty Beatles
03:16
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I swear I was an architect, but I never went to school for it. So I'm stuck with my job as a pilot, I'll fly it, but there's still something missing. I thought you would find it. ...It had nothing to do with you.
Trust me, I wouldn't take it back. I was proud of it.
What you never learned was how to trust anyone. Take your songs and let your friendships rust. It's embarrassing, we were family. Take your songs and let your friendships rust.
I'd hate to compare myself to somebody better than me. You're not John Lennon or fucking McCartney. Do you even have a soul? You sold it years ago for a song and dance. I'll be the better man.
You've gotta let it go or you're gonna be the one who falls apart. We'll take it on the run, take it as it comes, take it or you're not gonna get along.
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