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| 1. |
| 4:20 | 
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There's no way in
The street is all blocked off Police lights spin Sirens and certain pain So we drive around Don't worry, I'm not lost The cab driver frowns If you have to ask If you have to ask If you have to ask Then you’ll never know Later that night All your black winter clothes The wind cuts right through you Like you weren't there at all You froze on the street You froze to the glass You think I don’t love you If you have to ask If you have to ask If you have to ask Then you’ll never know Then you’ll never know My voice gonna sneak like smoke through a crack in your window pane Gonna curl up your stair And light a fire in your brain The music flows and echoes From the club on the empty street As you walk away from me Footsteps, the useless beat I watch your shadow Headlights and brick walls You think I won't follow If you have to ask If you have to ask If you have to ask Then you'll never know |
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| 2. |
| 3:21 |
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The laws of Purgatory
Pulled your train off the track Spoken music playing Loss you can't take back The laws of Purgatory Are written on your pillowcase It's the windows rattling It's no one in your embrace I know your story I won't tell anyone I'll keep you free of harm I know I'm a little shallow Always a new dance theme For the Memorial Disco Band No one wants the things you see No one wants to understand I know your story I won't tell anyone I'll keep you free of harm It's 'cause I'm a little shallow Gabriel lost his trumpet Embarrassed to be seen to feel So you bury yourself You bury yourself busy standing still I'll keep you free of harm I know I'm a little shallow But I don't know what else to do with my arms |
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| 3. |
| 5:23 |
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Life is short in the laughing gallery
A secret handshake gets you ice cream and a key To a brand new car that only drives into walls Sugarcoat their eyes All they want Is your silence Breathe in helium Throw away the key Dissolve in the air Never free In the Mile High City All that's good is the air A moon that follows Any road out of there Gunslingers and John Denver They only make me sad Anyway I always thought The Wild West was a drag Like your silence Like your silence Like your silence Breathe in helium Lost to the day A sense of the future fades away There's a cotton thread all wound into a ball Don't try and talk, caught in mid-fall Your eyes are firecrackers, hopeless for tomorrow Your clothes were made for dolls You're clothed in sorrow like your silence Breathe in helium You're lighter than air A sense of the future that disappears |
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| 4. |
| 5:10 | 
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| 5. |
| 4:28 |
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You can write about it
You can feel it flow through your heart You can wish for it with all your might Oh, but then it really happens All I know is I can't stay at home I stay out all night At least 'til closing time He stares at my window Stares all night long Like he would drink the last drop From my reflection I only trust their indifference I only trust a touch that slides off of me I only trust a short-term rental and a long walk home Another drip lost in the Milky Way You butcher You tailor Did your sad mothers name you? You came out of nowhere And that's what defines you Your entertainment value Like a plastic dinosaur The truth matters more Than what you did or who you are You can dream about it You can wish for it with all your might But then you hear its song beat against your window And then it really happens All I know is I can't stay at home I stay out all night At least 'til closing time He stares at my window Stares all night long Like he would answer all my questions |
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| 6. |
| 4:04 |
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Time doesn't have any
Exit signs just lights That string you along The vacancy you're forced to fill Is only going to prove Only going to prove that You were wrong And you're forced to listen You're forced to listen That you have nothing left In your life, you had it You threw away your life Throw it to me Don't ever trust their projection Just gonna lead you nowhere Just gonna lead you into marking time They say you should embrace the danger So cross the street into the traffic You know you'll be okay Just let 'em go on by You're stuck with me, yeah You're stuck with me I'm hanging by A road that only leads you Leads you under mine Gives you no chance to breathe They threw you in the deep end And they left you floating Stood on the sidelines and laughed At your place in life Now you can't do the dog paddle And it's humiliating Guessing games and calling names Undermined by love and life Scattered sun and terror Doesn't make it any clearer You can't say return to sender In your life I live in your life And that's all that saves me |
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| 3:49 |
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Lower Eastside tourist, out of your depth
Seem to need alcohol more than you need breath Drinking on the company, phony smile confusion Bone and blood illusion, where to go Happy you can't focus, no love at all Alcohol and exhaustion Hunger and revulsion What's beyond human? What's beyond moving? People come and people go Slip through your fingers Can't stop the flow Lower Eastside tourist: the trash you throw away Think someone will save you or stand in your way or watch your decay Turn into hunted prey or a dumb cliche People come and people go Drop in the ocean, drown in the flow Slam the door behind you Vaporizers, tranquilizers Leave your toys behind you For the light-house or for the blind spot Slam the door behind you and wear a blindfold, so you can't see yourself disappear People come and people go Decks loaded, watching the overflow People come and people go Drop in the ocean, drown in the flow |
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| 4:48 |
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Once I knew come when I was three
saw the sun spilled across my house Heard it try and speak to me like a cat talks to a mouse There is a song in the next room I can't quite hear and only three inches of wall separates me from my fear In the next room just beyond the wall are shelves filled with cheap plaster dolls who gave up speech, but if they could talk would say, “Come in this room, throw your bodies away.” There is a song in the next room we can't quite hear and only three inches of wall separates us from our fear Like dead leaves that huddle high from the wind, we flash by and speed high and thin skinned Hear the bows bend, hear the cellos play Come in this room, throw your body away There is a song in the next room we can't quite hear and only three inches of wall separates me from my fear There is a love in the next room I can't quite hear and only three inches of wall separates me from my fear |
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| 3:35 |
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I hear a low chord play inside me, a sustained note holding
Like the equation inside fire, I'm feeling inhuman I stand and watch the roller coaster like a rope unwinding They say you should embrace the danger, you get used to falling. I'm gonna move myself ahead and I don't know how A low chord plays inside me like an electric motor Watch the ride, hear the screams from the beautiful roller coaster See the ants all make these patterns and I want to wipe them out I know you would do the same for me if you ever found me out I'm gonna move myself ahead and I don't know how No one else hears that melody of sink or swim or come in between A low chord plays inside me, a sustained note holding Like the equation inside fire, I'm feeling a little inhuman I stand and watch the roller coaster, a rope that's unwinding I can't get used to the danger, I can't get used to falling A low chord plays inside me like an electric motor Watch the ride, hear the screams from the beautiful roller coaster I'm gonna move myself ahead and I don't know how I'm gonna move myself ahead but I don't know how |
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| 10. |
| 5:22 |
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Old photographs
Black and white convictions I remember the way you were facing this restriction Old pieces of paper Memories to fight over Self-interest and loss There's nothing to remember We tried to look back We never told your family Nothing to keep back We lived up to your memory Sayonara, old Singapore Dancing women in barrooms, probably not around anymore Tattoos of sinking ships Silver, long bruised black Some old photographs Fixing history won't get it back Never told anyone We never told the family We tried to live up, to live up to your memory I don't believe in anything I ever said or did The pain you kept buried Life you kept hid I live up to nothing There's nothing to live up to Just a rage that's buried and a silence to live through We never told anyone We never told a soul Never saw you get free We lived up to your memory We lived up to your memory I don't believe in anything I ever said or did |
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| 11. |
| 4:00 |
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On the freeway
The traffic fixed in front of me Like a still-life I don't want to survive I can't stay in between the lines With my hands held just so I watch the sky and a silent race As fast as you can go I forgot there was such a thing As good people left Can't you just save my life? I got a fresh screwdriver Right before closing time I got a fresh screwdriver Right before closing time A quote from the architect That designed the slums Said, “Beauty just don't matter It's a function of form” I said, “Yes, you're right, you're right You must be right Your truth is part of a bigger lie That sews our lives up tight.” And I forgot there was such a thing As good people left Can't you just save my life? I got a fresh screwdriver Right before closing time I got a fresh screwdriver Right before closing time Set me up For my last breath I watch you wave your hands over a top hat Boring me to death I got a fresh screwdriver Right before closing time I got a fresh screwdriver So what if I'm dying? I got a fresh screwdriver Right before closing time |
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| 5:15 |
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When the truth is all you have
You live a sham of rain and rust Truth is a shine in your eye No one cares No one cares if I live or die Only expect time to run out A question mark - demand no more It's enough just to catch your eye No one cares No one cares if I live or die Not even murder is so cold What makes me always turn away? I gotta find a different alibi No one cares No one cares if I live or die There's no such thing as the truth Only wall that chains and locks And questions that have no reply |
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