1. |
Run It
02:24
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Mind the endorphins...
Once the moment’s gone my one track mind will run its course.
I just hope I run into you
Keep the wayward porcelain and all...
My one track mind will run its course.
I just hope I run into you.
Wave from your car, dear, don’t stop for me.
My one track mind will run its course.
I just hope I catch a glimpse of you.
Oh how could I lose you
Now the moment’s gone
I just wish you could take me back
I just want to have a home
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2. |
Truck Driver Jaw
02:40
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You and me both
Guided between
Loss and the weather
Status and sheen
Total controller
Tried and true blue
Can't wait can't move
Could you be any colder?
Lock myself out
Escaping the dead air
Sweeten the deal
Who said we'd play fair?
Taken for granted
Riding the long haul
Truck driver jaw
Ain't that romantic?
Water the flowers
And whistle your tune
May the search continue
Hope he turns up soon
Raise up your pitchforks
So you can confide
Yell at the sky
Til your voice gets hoarse
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3. |
Commoner
04:13
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Sunless skies
Quarantine
Honey do you have the time, to be out of line?
Star/dumb struck
Familiar mug
Twenty miles, leave them in the dust, out of a rut.
Roll again, see what you get.
Solitude, and it never resets.
No, it never rests.
Walkabout wild
What gives you the right?
Commoner, could you be more polite?
Or is that not your type?
"Come again? Say what you meant."
In pursuit, of another catch.
Wage it all, I've done the math
Oh, you can count on that
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4. |
Reprise I
00:50
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(Instrumental)
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5. |
So and So
02:18
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Oh I can't tell what makes this town good.
Only so and so told me so.
Whiskey from a wine glass, I know, I know, I should...
Only so and so told me so.
On more than one occasion, friction plays its game with us.
It's hard to keep your head up when trouble's always poking its head in.
Quip to that as fast as you can with biting words.
Again, you'll walk away unscathed.
Amends too tired to make.
Oh you can't tell what makes me seem so good.
Only so and so told you so.
Winter sneaks beneath us, tells you that's a good look.
Only so and so told you so.
I don't need persuasion, cadence in your voice was enough.
I know I can't keep this up when every thought I make is on a whim
Quip to that as fast as you can with biting words.
Again, you'll walk away unscathed.
Amends too tired to make.
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6. |
Tourniquet
03:14
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Post-meridian
Gone by the time you came round
Frozen tall tale lies
Drink by drink in a drought
Red-tailed hawk cries out
Seeks a killer twist
Lost track counting sheep
Wrapped in my tourniquet
But I cannot say
I’m not surprised
And I read your face
I read your eyes
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Must I lose some battles to win a war?
Swallow pride they told me to build up?
Should I change my name to obscure my true face?
A part of me wants to disappear.
Middle finger to the skyline.
Close my one bad eye to line the bird up right
I kinda want to look away from this madness...
...the ease with which we're content to peddle bullshit
I no longer want to see myself laid before me...
...a Sisyphean task that's kicking my ass
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8. |
Reprise II
00:47
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(Instrumental)
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9. |
Pulling Teeth
02:17
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I've told you everything I know.
I said my peace.
Take care of me, please.
Short fuse stunting my growth.
I used to believe.
Take care of me please.
Tundra home, normal as "hello."
All of you, I keep.
I'm done pulling teeth.
Corner office coronary.
Let the blood flow free, I'm done pulling teeth.
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I’ve been an echoed sound since we saw the end
And I miss you now like I missed you then
Oh the bridges I'd burn for the warmth of your words
A little singalong for the end of our world
The women since saw the makeup stain
No matter how much I wash that pillowcase
Oh what I wouldn’t give to listen through your chest
A radio heart where I lay my head
Oh for the warmth of your words
The bridges I’d burn
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11. |
Big Distractor
03:26
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Unshowered, unshaved and a hitch in my step.
No I don't smoke, but I just want one cigarette.
I am burning the day just for the hell of it.
I’ll pass like a ghost and won't circle back.
Big distractor
I know nothing
I've failed over and over before
All the women I've loved I don't see anymore.
A tangled up brain or a hitch in my heart, that original sin must have left a mark.
The things I said that I can’t repeat.
I’m privately as bad as i seem.
I’ll pull the flowers to pull the weeds
…falling apart slightly
Big distractor
I know nothing
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12. |
Just My Luck
01:40
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Save all your money.
Move out to the country.
Quit acting lonely.
All-knowing, slow me down if I'm talking too fast.
I'll give up now while it still counts.
Smooth, but no savior
Pass on every prayer.
Hard to admire.
Caught in webs of grandeur.
Flutes of champagne by the tub.
I'll give up now.
Ain't that just my luck.
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13. |
Untitled (Reprise III)
05:46
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Don’t say what you mean
Cuz I won’t have to be here long
The bad parts faded with time
The bad parts faded with time
For your eyes looking up
I can’t stop giving up
You’re gone, so I love you.
Come back and I won’t
I just need to feel some truth
Like someone’s there back home
For your eyes looking up
I can’t stop giving up
The books you read
cross legged on the bed
In window-shaped sunlight
Always, I’ve hope for you
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14. |
New York Dirt
04:08
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My head is above but I'm soon going under.
At it again but I'm blowing my cover.
New York dirt in California.
Can I come visit you, friend?
Cardinals and blue jays fight over morsels.
Oh we're so over just being cordial.
Thinks that her love might be universal.
Can we just skip to the end?
Sick and tired and beat to death.
Dear, won't you throw it away?
In the fire, will we meet again?
Somewhere, someway...
Formerly known as a queen of distraction.
I've already heard all the spells that you're casting.
Call up your mom and ask how did this happen?
Nobody here's heaven-sent.
Sick and tired and beat to death.
Dear, won't you throw it away?
In the fire, will we meet again?
Somewhere, someway...
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