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Good Bones
03:16
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I've been cursed with an early peak
A false start, a good week
But nothing lasts, and nothing keeps
Yeah nothing lasts, so why would we?
I've been cursed with good bones in my cheeks
A nice smile but it speaks
We had it right for about two weeks
We had it right, but I was too weak
And I know how it feels to disappear
And come back thirty minutes later
With a secret and red cheeks
Choked up, I can't speak
So how can I deal
With how you may feel
When I can't even come to terms with what's haunting my head
And if it's even real
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2. |
Cotton Throne
02:00
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A lie you tell that comes to be
Is not a self fulfilling prophecy
You've just got to lower your head and plow along
Between here and what lays beyond
Because it seems
There's an ocean that separates everything
Even star-crossed lovers doomed from the start
Left to protest the world that we've been left on
Now we're in between
The hours of one and three
The hours meant
For me and me
As I neglect what does not affect my daily bread
And sleep dances above my head
I recite my shortcomings as a prayer
And if somehow I found you now
Would you think anything more of me?
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3. |
Summer Snow
02:45
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We've got a month
But a month doesn't help you sleep
And it doesn't help you dream
As your hand searches for mine
Under the soft folds of my bed
I move back my arm and make a home for your head
Was that our death rattle
Was that the sound leaving your lungs?
'Cause in that moment the life we had planned
Seemed as real as summer snow
If heaven and earth collide
I hope I'm not caught in a lie
Close your eyes and the less you'll see
Close your eyes and you'll see me
When I was young
I put my hope on the back of the wind
And set it free
It did return
When we were meant to meet
But it did not recognize the boy who was once me
Cause in this chest was once a heart
and in this skull was once a thought
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4. |
The October Country
02:46
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How is it
That with the passing of time
Convictions and expectations get watered down
Like conversations on line?
The summer before we flew the coop was filled with
The preaching of those we looked up to
It was us or no one at all
False dilemmas
And bad tattoos
Oh what I'd do to impress you
'Cause now I'm seventeen and alone
To the brim with bad convictions
But you just can't look back
So what's the point of digging a hole?
When you can dig one in yourself
Cause when you're young enough
And you think you have it in you
Why set limits on aspirations?
Why doubt tomorrow?
Cause suddenly you're old enough
And you've done all that you think you can
So why aren't you where you thought you'd be?
(And why would you believe that you knew best at seventeen?)
So when you've spent a lifetime with yourself
How can you live up to the man you dreamt you'd be at seventeen?
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Am I a ghost
Replaying the deeds of my past life?
Looping and looping
Indifferent to what is right
Can I escape the place I'm at?
Or just make the best until it's time
Time to do it all again
I'll close my eyes
But I won't fall asleep tonight
The words you spoke will swim in my head
Until I run out of breath
Cause the plans I used to calm myself with
Can't compare to counting sheep
You are the closest I can come to relief
On my bedside table every night
Before shutting off the lights
Stare at that picture I took of you
In Maine a few years ago
And I promise to myself and you
Before I close my eyes
To be the man you fell for
(To be all you deserve and more)
This is the weight of your world and mine
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6. |
Tomorrow
01:44
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To think of all the things we'd miss
May 30th 2010
Speaking softly face to face
You gently kept me in my place
And I was there to wake you up
From your bad dreams
I could be there every time
Be the one to calm your restless mind
But tomorrow
I have to leave your place and head back to mine
And I can't wait till your town
Becomes our town in time
Yeah I know I have to wait
I guess that's okay
To think of all the things we'd miss
The night I spent on your dorm room floor
You rolled around
But I rolled more
And you were there to dust me off
From my shit year
Replacing all my doubt
All my doubt and fear
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Old Pipes
01:54
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I'll search through calendars
And old journals to find the day
When this adventure became a chore
When getting up every day became a fucking bore
My expectations couldn't be met
I'm giving in and I can't help it
Like a train with no breaks
I'm the man on the tracks
Knowing what's coming
And I can only look back
When I was a kid I filled my dreams with hot air
Filled it to the brim and let it set sail
Promise me, promise me, promise me anything
All I need is something to fill my head
To put me off to sleep so I can mend
Promise me, promise me, promise me anything
Give me my reason
Push me to where I think I can be
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8. |
Post Haste
04:01
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Candle, burning slow
The shadows dance on the wall
Am I changing in your eyes?
Am I changing in your eyes?
Does your sight still see the man
With the light in his heart?
Am I changing in your eyes?
Have I changed at all?
I hear it's said
"You can never step in the same river twice"
So how am I to compare myself
To my earlier life?
Ignorant and insecure
With eyes for you and no one more
So with the passing of time and the rolling of stones
Goes my best laid plans and my mellow tone
Urgency, the way we life our life
Never more than a trip
When man plans, God laughs
Now spend my days following this hint:
"You won't be disappointed if you don't dream too hard"
Flicker and burn, flicker and burn
Mistakes always made, but you'll never learn
Flicker and burn, flicker and burn
Your eyes stay shut but the world still turns
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