1. |
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2. |
unglue your feet
02:44
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And in time it goes cold
in the daze of what we build
till it all feels unknown
Is there anyone here worth knowing
is there anyone else here
wish I had something to show
for all this time alone
it's not easy
to unglue your feet
once you got used to standing
right where you are
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3. |
burning bridge
03:25
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Even when you walk away
I ain't following
Took a pause and realized
I've been hollowing
Gave my self away again
it's all there to see
got my friends asking how
you've been killing me
Looking back in anger
now she's just a stranger
there's no growing there
Rosy time on Haight St
Forget you weren't happy
there's no use in that
It's not all good
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4. |
it haunts
01:53
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You were a pro,
I was opposed
tried to make a good thing outta me
all ya got was a ghost
thought I needed a hand
learned I couln't date across land
what I needed was some time to breathe
a doctor and a brand
and it haunts in me
and my heart don't beat
and my thoughts unknead
can't feel anything
(x2)
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5. |
causeway ][ old wounds
03:55
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You
moved on slower than I did
was out in the Flat Tops on a Friday night
and somehow I still got your texts
You
you open old wounds like it's an art
and I'm not sure that it's over yet
I thought we were old enough
that I wouldn't get stuck
Following your friend's instructions
to leave your shit in your mail box
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6. |
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Go to bed at dawn
how'd I end up on the floor
That dream's not gone
I just can't sleep anymore
This town is home to millions
But it's all owned by just a few
I've been burning with a fever
How are you?
The wind on your cheek
a reminder you're still alive
The friends that you've made
their smiles when you arrive
This town is home to millions
But it's all owned by just a few
I've been burning with a fever
How are you?
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7. |
something good
02:00
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I'm so tired of here and now
but escapists don't seem better off
Try and process this somehow
my patience broke, my patience shot
Not saying I believe it now
just dug down far enough to see
that after all this wearing out
i think there's something good in me
Just as he said,
all things go
all things go
And there's power in saying,
i don't know
i don't know
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