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| 4:25 | 
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| 2. |
| 5:26 | 
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Splintered piece of glass falls in the seat of gets caught
These broken windows, open locks, reminders of the youth we lost In trying so hard to look away from you we followed white lines to the sunset I crash my car everyday the same way Time to let this pass (the time it takes, the time it takes to let go) Time runs through our veins. (it starts and stops and starts and stops again) We don't stand a chance in this threadbare time (to take time to break the cycle) Staring at the setting sun No reason to come back again The twlight world in blue and white The needle and the damage done I dont want to feel this way forever A dead letter marked return to sender The broken watch you gave me turns into a compass It's hands still point to the same time 12:03, our last goodbye So push the seats back a little further Roll the windos down and take a breath I can see the headlights coming They paint the world in red and broken glass The spinning hubcaps set the tempo for the music of a broken window When the lights are on and the cameras click We open up the lens to broken glass and it's over in a flash I'll never understand Understanding in a car crash |
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| 3. |
| 4:19 |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar
In this room I'm sitting by your side. It rains for hours and the phone is off its hook. Standing on the edge, casting lots to set me up before you knock me down, off the summer's edge and drown me. We're betting on our own lives, making up for all the time we lost. In this house of cards we're all holding hearts and spades (one breath, one step could knock it all down) but you lead with your eyes and you give it away (decide, design to cut from the clouds). When the people you love get lost in the shuffle, you let it go and then you fold. So we stay on the open road. We drive for hours and still no end in sight at all. Driving in your car, miss the stop sign, fall in love, just to get knocked out. Pull your punches and burn with your cigarettes. Pulled like a punch and burnt like a cigarette? forever. |
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| 4:50 |
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Now its time to wrap our fears in the night
And on the first day we'll dress this city in flames After all the things you say You hate me for being this way Still you won't let go of old ideals There is no headline to read at night When the record slips and you're not holding the needle We all sing the songs of separation And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands Thats how it was on the first day We saw Paris in Flames I think it's going to rain, rain down Here in this collapsed lung of a borough There is no sunlight The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room Distant and incoherent Businessmen hang themselves The lower cast side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendo The needle is a vector An intersection that well all must cross A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls Discard this message Burn this city down Discard this message Throw this bottle back in the ocean Rip this page from the history books Smash all the street signs Erase all the maps Forget my name Forget my face Because it's going to rain And it never ends |
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| 4:49 |
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