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Friends From Back Home
02:57
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There's a clock on the wall
Counting down the hours till I fall
One too many drinks last night
One too many drinks last time
So I call my friends from back home
Tell them how I miss them all
Make promises I can't keep
It's the way things go sometimes
It's the way things fall apart in my mind
There's a word I wan't to get off my tongue
It bounces around in it's cage
Can't get it out too late
So I call the psychic on second street
Take your phantom hands
Put em in my skull
It's the way things go sometimes
It's the way things fall apart in my mind
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Landlock
02:54
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The beach seems so much better when it's cloudy
The crowds dissipate
I can't enjoy myself unless I'm moving, solitary
Caught up in my head like grains of sand made to look right
The crash has always been the best part of it
It's hard to say why
Trashed and talking nonsense to a shadow
The taste of pine and wind is always flowing
I'm at my dumbest
Caught up in a cycle made to look right like that's life
The crash has always been the best part of it
It's hard to say
Why can't you stay
Why can't I speak?
Why do I freeze in the middle of things?
I guess I'm old, a relic, a tomb
But I'm not dead yet
I'm not gone yet.
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Driftwould
02:35
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Know that I'm made out of little pieces that make up the whole
But sometimes they don't fit together
Sometimes it doesn't work out right
And I know I'm trying harder for you than I ever tried for myself
THat's the part the part that bother me
That's why I give myself hell
Cause everybody knows it's a long-shot
Everybody knows better than me
So I'll just wait outside in the sunshine
I'll just sit outside in the sunlight waiting for rain
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4. |
I Only Listen to Disco
03:25
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I was planning out transportation
Now I'm in the red, what am I gonna do?
I was helping out trying not to drop you
Then I heard you say
I can't commit myself to a single flavor even if it's my favorite
The whole entire time
I was waiting for you to finish
I was hanging out trying not to think
Brain double crossed and all there was is you
You're like a fucking season
The biggest thing that I can think of
Then you call my name
I only listen to disco
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Spilt Manchester, New Hampshire
Evan Benoit and Chris Tremblay and John Remmetter and friends doing vox
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