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Sixteen
03:30
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Sixteen lies. The last with a sigh. There's a reason I've been changing, layers peeling. Take 12 steps, get it off your chest. I know how you've been aching to say you're feeling that there's a skyline to the south, but your memory is ironed out in the valleys of my doubts. In the rearview there's a line. Those sentences I denied I ever claimed as mine. ‘Cause we're just stealing.
You're always late, but I'll be there at eight, standing in the back as the band starts playing. Straight to the core. Count to four. I know I should be leaving, but they're all staying. And there's a skyline to the south. But tonight I'll be hiding out in the valleys of my doubts. In the rearview there's a line, going back to where I denied I ever claimed you mine. ‘Cause we're just stealing.
We're just stealing.
How could I have known if you were the one?
As your ship is sinking, my plane's falling.
So take a seat on the final beat.
All that is remaining.
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Fossil Fuel
04:07
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It’s cold, a wind sweeps over Dallas. And it tastes like polyester. In the fall I'll try to find a balance. Like standing straight will get me anywhere.
It's a year since I set this plan in motion. In the fragile comfort of your room. Up north, and straight across the ocean, we also live on hope and fossil fuel.
And I suppose I'm no longer a ghost. Just a distant friend, how we once pretended that we could agree that there’s no more history. We would just depend on present tense. And then,
Out here the seasons are semesters. And Spark Notes count as literature. In a world that's new and brave and better. I somehow wish your face would just occur.
But I suppose you're no longer a ghost, just a distant friend. How we needed them back when we would agree that there's no more history. Just future tense, I won't defend now and then.
I suppose this is nothing but a toast to absent friends, at their expense we'll just wait and see if there's no more history. And just defend the present tense.
And then,
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Animals
03:55
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Take flight, then mark my words.
You're leaving in a metal bird.
While I'm grounded on solid earth.
Didn't bring my attempts any closer.
And we wait in a hall. Your name, last call.
We've packed your bags, I've checked your pulse.
That's exactly why we're not animals.
When I read it out loud it's incredible,
but I think I lost some bit in the middle.
Distorted, a punk rock blur.
Playing straight off your tape, this is what I heard:
I'm founded in another world.
And soon your ascent will be over.
And you're strapped to a seat, at thousands of feet.
I’ll track your scent, cold and mechanical.
That's exactly how we're still animals.
When the Atlantic states the inevitable,
we are lost somewhere in the middle.
It's planless, just how it works.
You're drifting down with a different bird.
While I'm grounded on solid earth.
Didn't bring your descent any closer.
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Go
04:27
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These strangers, now I know. Race car riots, basement shows. We're driving around, or heading back to the city.
This morning we had a plan. Now it feels like failing, slow quicksand. That floating around, I'll give it back to the river.
Headed out. Every hour filled with doubt: Where do you go? Take your time, get ahead or draw the line. Where do you go? And why do you need a name for everything you hate? We keep going at it again. The same old tricks, the same old friends.
We're strangers, it's true. I've treaded water next to you. Disappointments, I’ve got a few, but I'll give them back to the city.
Headed home, heard a sigh through the phone. Where did you go? Take your time, be yourself or be mine. Where did you go? And why do I need a name for everything I hate. I keep going at it again. The same old frets, the same old friends.
And where do I go, when there's precedence for the accidental?
Where do I go when there's no room to fill and everything’s been said and done? Where do I go?
And where did you go?
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