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Like Warriors
03:17
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The air is thick with sirens
Yet we cross anyways
The lights and the drunks they swarm us
And you powdered your nose on the back of my first CD
Some thoughts are better left in the bed
All your loveless friends won't know (your wings are made of wax)
With faces painted like warriors (on this side of the green)
A neighborhood of hollow young ones
And they crawl
Some thoughts are better left in the bed
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High Up
03:01
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You don't have to
Follow me high up
Your ripped jeans too
Can't save you
Thrown in the backseat
We made them obsolete
Give me your nights
So you can't feel uptight
Anxiety wrapped its arms around me
Feel catastrophe
Anxiety wrapped its arms around me
Feel the misery
Anxiety wrapped its arms around me
Feel catastrophe (Yeah)
Anxiety wrapped its arms around me
Feel catastrophe
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3. |
All I Want
01:03
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You had an ice block made
To replace your heart
Still all I want
All I want is your hand
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Symposia
03:12
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We'd be lovers
Undercover
In the halls
Of symposia
We couldn't wait to
When I'm older
I'll be bolder
Park at the shoulder
And climb the tallest mountains with you
We had our mindset
There'd be no rest
And those tattoos we got
Would mark the end of innocence
I can't wait to
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The Little Rumble
04:15
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We used to steal from our parents
Run into town on our own
Your short stories recovered
No one makes a sound they've all gone home
Wait til we go
To the little rumble
Joining lines of folk
We've been outside for hours
Nobody knows what it's like
On the New Jersey turnpike
It's the best we didn't feel
Wait til we go
To the little rumble
Joining lines of folk
We've been outside for hours
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6. |
Sea
01:13
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Watch me go into the sea
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7. |
This Machine
03:47
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And we run from those demons
Who hide inside these walls
But what use at what cost can we fight them back
And we know yeah we know we are losing
Tonight we can not leave
We stay inside this machine
The pills and the bottles stare back
And they wait at attention
For the orders to go out for
The meek and the damned and cursed
Tonight we can not leave
We stay inside this machine
Hey baby, hey lover
You missed me last summer
Hey baby, hey lover
You missed me last summer
Tonight we can not leave
We stay inside this machine
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8. |
Winterspot
03:41
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I'm a paper plane bent outta shape fraying at the sides
Pretty lives other people have paint a cold divide
Toss and turn and so I burn all to fall asleep
Time won't tell (won't tell)
Simple solutions to complex problems
You made the allusion that you were after me
You wait at the airport for someone you love
But you misinterpret for just someone you know
Time won't tell (won't tell)
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9. |
Deerfeels
03:33
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It's time we lose ourselves in wells
Of dusty books on each others' shelves
And raise our glasses to hell
Why couldn't both of us have changed our minds
Or better yet maybe you found the time
We'd still be here making paper cranes
The last two weeks have been surreal
I find myself watching old film reels
It's read best as Deerfeels
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10. |
Indigo
04:42
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Shut my mouth
Don't listen
To a thing I say
It's worthless
A simple reproach
Subscribe to the yes coach
Shut my mouth
Don't listen
To a thing I say (shut my mouth)
It's worthless (don't listen)
Shut my mouth
Don't listen
To a thing I say (shut my mouth)
It's worthless (it's worthless)
Pressure to believe
Without a rebuttal
Indigo was never
Supposed to be subtle
Face your fear and smile
Shut my mouth
Don't listen
To a thing I say (shut my mouth)
It's worthless (don't listen)
Shut my mouth
Don't listen
To a thing I say (shut my mouth)
It's worthless (don't listen)
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