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Newark Velodrome
02:01
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anticipation of you leaving
urgency to say what needs to be said
means basically
we just should sit around
and enjoy each other’s company a while
and we'll count up all of our courage in fractions
get deterred by someone else's bad actions
'cause here there's pollution
even in our light
oceans as far as eden
maybe a few more miles
we're awake by mistake
all hours the night
they say you went home early
and i'm not surprised
she’s equivocal
and we’re lassiez-faire
beautiful as can be
“astonishing to know you,” i sigh
when you're well on your way to your corner of the sky
where faceless and the wild collide
i can understand why you would pick there to hide
then choose to come back like seasonal brushfire
'cause irrational makes as irrational does
and there’s something that i’d love to ask you just once
when you got away- did you just give up?
fighting off logic
the one handed artist
with a muse simply used
to channel his ardor
a challenge that he'd learn to love in time
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see, it's simple
not everything's intricate all the time
i count the days, but what are they?
b-sides/besides, if it's not keeping you up nights
it's a waste of -
life throws sets of introspective mess in your eyes
and i'm least likely to forget
watch it windfall
'cause answers drop from trees
and, naturally, to light
the comfort is so warmly sounding
like a rhyme
meticulous means you're probably
not doing it-
right to call off all these bets
there's no contest
what you struggle with
is usually what's for
the best
what's this for?
explain to me one more time
why it's so easy to find myself in alabaster white
read the symbols
are you accomplishing
or merely standing by?
did you earn that spot,
or did you steal it disguised?
and are you innocent
but feel like you're losing the -
light the ends of everything
and quit constantly looking for
what's next
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3. |
Hornberger, Yes!
02:50
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color me cardinal and crimson
color me cursed
and color my hands red
for not putting yours first
my legs became engines and pistons
my legs became stronger than most are
my words became empty and hollow
my words are still stronger than most are
so we took that road to bristol
where her and 95 would meet
(what he said, what expense)
decisions made clear as a crystal
ear to the throne, heir to the street
so was i selfish?
did it take long to figure out?
and what was it like?
not having me to kick around
so we took that road to bristol
where her and 95 would meet
(what she said, on the fence)
decisions made clear as a crystal
heir to the throne, ear to the street
oh, angeline
you've got me on the edge again
oh angeline,
on my hands and knees,
you've got me on the edge again
you've got me on the edge
on the mezzanine
you've got me on the edge again
you've got me on the edge
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4. |
The Ciao
02:03
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it's getting to the point
where i try to skip ahead
there's really nothing left
but remember
and it's all i did
proving you were wrong
not that it matters now
there's really no argument against
who stands where and how
but i feel like the fool
who tried to rush right in
so stupid, so sure
in my ignorance
and now i'm the only one here
holding up their end of the bargain
it all reaches to a slowly somber
and it doesn't look like it will be--
careful what you say
we can't afford mistakes
another way to explain
our planned fall from grace
but i won't cry for casualties
because between you and
"i-have-no-idea-who-could-possibly
-love-a-wretch-like" me
thanks for not being so good
you couldn't lie to your best friend
a ghost of who you were
and i was oblivious
and now i'm the only one here
holding up their end of the bargain
it all reaches to a slowly somber
and it doesn't look like it will be starting
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