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Homegirl
02:54
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I've been waiting 19 years
Where have you been and how did you just get here?
For the record, and let's make this clear,
You're what I want but you're also what I fear.
Do you think about all of the things in real time
The brevity of all our plans we speak slur by each line
I know that you know what I came here for
And I know that you know...
I've been waiting 19 years
Where have you been and how did you just get here?
For the record, and let's make this clear,
You're what I want but you're also what I fear.
There was a line drawn on the ground
It's under all the dirt you've spread now
Maybe I'll dig its way back out
It's gonna see the light somehow.
Do you drink to drown out all the demons cast inside?
Or do you think it's just a thirst you've built on the taste of wine?
I know that you know what I came here for
And I know that you know...
I've been waiting 19 years
Where have you been and how did you just get here?
For the record, and let's make this clear,
You're what I want but you're also what I fear.
There was a line drawn on the ground
It's under all the dirt you've spread now
Maybe I'll dig its way back out
It's gonna see the light somehow.
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2. |
Passing Stone
02:20
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Maybe I’m just bad news,
Or maybe it’s just to you.
I’m a bad issue,
my pages and ink misaligned and the corners chewed.
My timing is always wrong,
like a clock running hours long,
my batteries fine but my hands seem to make mistakes all the time.
Do you think we took things too slow?
I couldn’t keep up pace with my frail bones
And every time a sign says to go
My wheels get stuck in a pot hole
Maybe it's just my luck
I was born a passing stone
I’m sure I’ll always be stuck
waiting here alone
Apology’s overdue,
but did they ever mean a thing to you?
repeat and repent,
like all the time that we spent was nothing new.
I'm tripping over myself
who knew that i could fall so well?
I'm inclined to decline
but I’m sick of saying no to you all the time
Do you think we took things too slow?
I couldn’t keep up pace with my frail bones
And every time a sign says to go
My wheels get stuck in a pot hole
Maybe its just my luck
I was born a passing stone
I’m sure I’ll always be stuck
waiting here alone
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I love my home, but I hate this town
I wished for unknown, but I hate what I found
Never gonna find what I'm looking for
With my head to the ground and my eyes to the floor
My feet are like stones, they drag till my soles
Are all warn down till my toes are at holes
You gotta hit the ground running at the start,
But the race began when my legs fell apart
So throw me a line,
I'm way out of bounds.
I know what you heard,
But it's not how it sounds.
Yes, I think I'm fine all on my own,
the trick to beating loneliness is learning to cope.
"Tear it apart to build it anew"
Can't say I agree but it's something to do
Never gonna find what I'm looking for
With my heart in my hands and my mind out the door
So I keep to myself behind this breach
Where I'm too far away for someone to reach
You gotta hit the ground running at the start,
But falling behind is my kind of art.
So throw me a line,
I'm way out of bounds.
I know what you heard,
But it's not how it sounds.
Not sure if there's a place that I belong
Guess it's why I'm stuck here singing this song
Misunderstood,
Don't know what to do,
But finding myself
When I'm looking at you
I think that we'll be fine all on our own,
the trick to beating loneliness is learning to cope.
The world falls apart,
But we'll build it up,
Its okay to break sometimes.
Time does its work,
If we wait enough.
From the depths, yeah we will rise.
We can’t give up now,
We won’t be brought down.
So throw me a line,
I'm way out of bounds.
I know what you heard,
But it's not how it sounds.
Not sure if there's a place that I belong
Guess it's why I'm stuck here singing this song
Misunderstood,
Don't know what to do,
But finding myself
When I'm looking at you
I think that we'll be fine all on our own,
the trick to beating loneliness is learning to cope.
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4. |
The Hrachovy Special
02:54
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What the fuck am I doing here?
Lost everything that I thought I held dear.
The downhill never looks so great the climb back up will be the cause to why I break
You're the best worst thing that's every happened so far
And I regret having any trust in what you said about staying apart
The distance feels like miles over years
Cause every minute feels months when you're not here
The problem with the bonds that we broke
Is that every time we try to speak we choke
We tried again but we bent and broke
Cause all the lies you fed when you spoke
Never heard the truth in anything
When I lost my pride in salvaging our hope
You're the best worst thing that's every happened so far
And I regret having any trust in what you said about staying apart
The distance feels like miles over years
Cause every minute feels months when you're not here
The problem with the bonds that we broke
Is that every time we try to speak you choke
You and I, we were something more
now we’re just another memory ignored
But if I ever could take back the days
I wouldn’t change a god damned thing
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5. |
Third Floor
02:50
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What am I doing here
And who are all these people?
In less than half a year,
I'll end up in a sinkhole,
Made up of bottles of liquor,
A living room full of all new strangers.
Every night is a struggle on it's own
To get by, to get known.
Yet this is where I call home.
The sink smells like shit again,
And some jerk pulled a one night stand,
the same story every weekend.
A hangovers now the latest trend.
This place smells like alcohol,
and theres puke in the bathroom stall.
The nights just go on and on
But it's all a blur when you're so far gone.
what was your name again?
My fourth time but i can’t recall
a name to the face, but then,
did we ever really meet at all?
a thousand people in a small, packed room
I surfed the crowd just to get to you.
Maybe it’s (just) bad time and placement,
but who knows, ’til you go.
Can’t grow if you don’t break the mold.
The sink smells like shit again,
And some jerk pulled a one night stand,
the same story every weekend.
A hangovers now the latest trend.
This place smells like alcohol,
and theres puke in the bathroom stall.
The nights just go on and on
But it's all a blur when you're so far gone.
Don't give it your all if you don't mean it.
Don't give in at all if it lacks meaning.
The sink smells like shit again,
And some jerk pulled a one night stand,
the same story every weekend.
A hangovers now the latest trend.
This place smells like alcohol,
and theres puke in the bathroom stall.
The nights just go on and on
But it's all a blur when you're so far gone.
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6. |
Island
03:09
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I'm desolate, but no one understands
I've got my friends, but alone I stand
In my tattered shoes, all worn and small
I never seemed to grow out of them at all
In my island of defeat,
I know how to fail
Though the body is weak
The heart isn't frail.
I just need to trust myself some more
I just need to let love make its warmth
But I'm always dousing out the fires
That you ignite, I let rain pour.
Been feeling like the years build up a cage
Like every move I make can be my next mistake
And I'm sorry if I'm constantly afraid
But the truth is that I'm terrified of the choices that I've made
In my island of defeat,
I know how to fail
Though the body is weak
The heart isn't frail.
I just need to trust myself some more
I just need to let love make its warmth
But I'm always dousing out the fires
That you ignite, I let rain pour.
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7. |
For You.
03:17
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We had a fall out, but I've been pulling in,
The anchor hit the water we were drowning in
And soon before too long I will admit,
Maybe I've been negligent
'Could you think about me just a bit more
Than you did the night before?
Would it kill you to settle the score?
Cause I still wear that shirt that you once wore'
Darling maybe we've just hit a sore,
But don't you know that when it rains it pours?
Like all the love that I gave before
What comes at first will become once more.
I lie in bed looking at my picture frame of you so
Can't help but think now oh baby how we've grown
But you've been so distant and I'm wanting my best friend to come home
I'm tired of hearing silence at the end of my phone
'Could you think about me just a bit more,
I wanna know you love me deep in your core'
We've been out here playing tug o war
Scuffed both our hands calloused, bruised and sore.
'Darling all these games become a bore
And pulling love feels like such a chore'
Should it matter what was said before,
If what was love at first could become once more?
Could you think about me just a bit more?
I need you now more than ever before
I know all that you’ve been asking for,
but I can’t give what was already yours
Darling maybe we don’t float no more,
and we’re just waiting till we both just float ashore
and if we end up at the ocean floor?
I’ll be there with you, we’re worth sinking for.
We'll become once more.
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8. |
Tyson
02:45
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Don't you forget
The things I promised though I haven't done them yet
Maybe I'm in over my head
But I'm a man of all those words I've said
and there you are
Feet are swinging from porch steps of mom's front yard
The rich man never seemed so poor
Underneath the smile that he faintly wore
Worries seem to go away
When all the days mean nothing to you anyways
But the moment that you realize
I'll come back for you is when we can put our fears aside.
And there you are,
feet are swinging from sidewalks of the neighborhood park
The person that I was years before
Is still the person that will be for many years more
I’ll be here for you, for years and years and years and years from now
I’ll be here for you, the noise from all our problems make no sound
when everything fades to gray
and the world around us seems to have completely changed
just know one thing will stay the same
we’ll always be brothers of different names
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9. |
Purple
03:45
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Maybe you fell from the sidewalk
Maybe you felt like you've been here before
And I know that you won't talk
But you know what I stand here for
Maybe this week's gonna wear you down
Our tires burned on the side of the road
You've got your head faced to the ground
And an anchor of words in your throat
You took a step back but I'm inching in forward
The relapse was good for richer or poorer
A deep breathe is in call, in call for the dive
Cause we're going headfirst into the rest of our lives.
I know you haven't slept in a while
The moons beneath your eyes made their stay
You've given up with that cute little smile
But I'll walk with you till the night is day
and after holding the world overhead
maybe your knees buckle under weight
I’ll catch the stars falling down your face
we’ll hide beneath the clouds till we’re safe
You took a step back but I'm inching in forward
The relapse was good for richer or poorer
A deep breathe is in call, in call for the dive
Cause we're going headfirst into the rest of our lives.
Maybe you fell from the sidewalk
Maybe you felt like you've been here before
And I know that you won't talk
But you know what I stand here for
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10. |
All Right
04:56
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Can you see my sins from the belfry?
Can you hear me curse from the clouds?
If I swore that I’d change, would you let me?
cause the things that I’ve done don’t have a turnaround
You and I, we’re always fighting about what’s wrong and right
and we dance, with our feet off the ground and a beat without sound
It’s alright. It’s alright.
There’s taste to this wine; I’ve had plenty
cleansed my soul with a dime, am I pure?
If I played by the book, would it get me
to the place that it took to Turn my life around
You and I, we’re always fighting about what’s wrong and right
and we dance, with our feet off the ground and a beat without sound
It’s alright, to be blind to the things that bind you, never pay them mind.
out of sight, repent in the morning if it helps you sleep at night.
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