1. |
For Jean
07:05
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These days
just seem to stand still
I hope this isn’t real
I am trying to remember
This paper
and everything it makes me feel
I hope this isn’t real
But what if it’s forever
I’ve been hung up for days
Trying hard to say
What I am suppose to feel
You come home it is so late
There is nothing to detach
From how you feel
But You’re so in touch
with your emotional sway
You’ve come over just in time
To help me chase away
The day
It is so strange
How are thoughts align
Emitting only hate
We just can’t see
There is beauty in the spaces
I’m never gonna see
What it is like for you
To be, to give, to breathe
But I’ll try, I concede
You’re not alone
These days
just seem to stand still
You’re not alone
I hope this isn’t real
Just hold me ‘till it’s real
I promise I’ll remember
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2. |
Let It Roll
04:34
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Feel the wind blowing through
coming off the pines
You’re going to learn a thing or two
that simply just takes time
Hear the river rolling through
flowing through the night
You drift and dream and lots of things
as you settle into your mind
Let it roll
Notice the way bitterness grips your life
it writhes as it drips
down the back of your spine
Are the actions you feign even cool or in style?
Overzealous, you hate but it’s not you, it's your sign.
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3. |
Pure In Sunlight
04:40
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Child of grief sing to me
Do I hold your fears
Count back the years
A song I sing for faith that
We shall remain In life, in hope, in change
Now I’m older
But am I much better?
Life still heavier, sure
In a dream I went back
To when your life was pretty, sure
But did i make it prettier
Mother I’m so tired
Have you felt this your whole life
When I was a child
How long were the nights?
If life is a dream without sleep
Then why do my actions hurt
Or reactions hurt
In this dream i went back
To when your life was pretty sure
But did I make it prettier
Sister born from sin
Felt guilt for wrong or right
Then how as a child?
So pure in the sunlight
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4. |
asongstuckinmyhead
02:34
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I heard the words you said
I’m not over it
You muttered underneath your breathe
And I’m not over it
I heard the words you said
I’m not over it
Like another song stuck in my head
I’m not over it
You heard your name
Come here
Are all these songs the same
The same fear?
I’m not over it
but i’ll get over it
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5. |
Make It Stop
05:50
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Can you hear the sound?
As it goes past my window
I try all the time to make it stop
Can you see this town?
Teeming with wealth
Still a child rides to school
From a traveler’s motel
We’ve been so down
Lately Boise’s been hell
Peace of mind just too high
Upon the shelf
Are you not tired yet
Busy getting what you forgot to get
Coming home to an empty house
Don’t you feel alone
Or cold
Or stoned
Or alone
I try all the time to make it stop
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6. |
Cleanedout
05:02
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Tongue to skin
Lick until we both stop bleeding
Joy that craves
Stick with it
until it isn’t
Not as much life
As we once thought
I didn’t ask for this
These songs will melt
Wax warped just like how we felt
Idle chatter suck
Suck in the fumes as i wait for you
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7. |
Crimestoppers
03:09
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Every morning you wake up
And you’re feel just fine
Fifteen more hours to go
Then you can kill nine
And the love that I make
Is only mine once i give it away
Is only mine once you take it away
So please take it from me
I’ve been feeling just fine
But I don’t know how
How to let you know
You are free
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8. |
Patty's Song
00:43
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