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introductions
01:02
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Chance!
02:58
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Is it just me?
Or is this called moving on?
As general as that may seem you'll find that I'm not wrong
Maybe it is just me
It'd be unfair to ask
Such imposing dreams
Which we couldn't quick task
People think about the past
That's just "reminiscing"
But I guess I must ask
What are you thinking?
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3. |
banter 1
00:21
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I decided my sophomore year that I was gonna change who I was
I decided my sophomore year that I wasn’t looking for love
I decided my sophomore year that everybody’s looking at me
I decided my sophomore year that “cool” was what I had to be
So take my hand
And pretend you can
Feel the love (lust)
Between us
I decided my sophomore year that I was lying to myself
I decided my sophomore year that he was lying straight to my goddamn face and
I decided my sophomore year as blood spilled onto the bathroom floor
I couldn’t keep living like this, yet I destroyed someone I used to adore
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5. |
Solace in the Sea
05:08
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I think my mind is floating
On a balance beam up in the
Sky I extrapolate that
Mindsets and perspectives are so vast
If I am going to be sane, I have to know my own brain
And it tells me that solace is found within the chaos
Woah x 4
I wish I could see the light off
Of your silver crescent but
Instead I hide in my own
Mind it’s so hard to figure out
If I am going to be sane, I have to know my own brain
And it tells me that solace is found within the chaos
And I had to stop running from all the warped lines that represent my own thoughts so I’d have another chance to fight
but I can tell you
Oh my thoughts, and my dreams, they are fear, and they are life, they keep me up wide awake when I’m asleep at night and I don’t think I’ll have the energy to fight...
Woah x 3
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6. |
banter 2
00:26
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7. |
Pollock
03:23
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Artfully regretting the decisions made last night
Thankfully forgetting the bruises and crooked lines
Blissfully I packed my things
Open to a day that sings
Maybe I can use these wings
To reach clouds that are shapeshifting
Artfully regretting the decisions made last night
Thankfully forgetting the bruises and crooked lines
Feelings spill a painted flow
Luscious mix of orange and golds
Canvas glazed with teal-white snow
That reads, “Oh how Nostalgia glows”
Artfully regretting the decisions made last night
Thankfully forgetting the bruises and crooked lines
Artfully remembering the times we spent tonight
Thankfully we’re making friends that’ll stick for life
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8. |
banter 3
00:42
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9. |
No Smoking Please
04:54
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I dedicated some time to throwing up on your stuff
If this spinning is love then I think I’ve had enough
I pick up all the lies and I step into the trash
I hope it takes a lifetime to un-red this rash
Razor burns, remind me of you
So I won’t show my face in this town
Fingertips were stung too much
I dried you and I burned all of your stuff
Woah
My jokes are getting worse
My voice is getting hoarse
I see what you mean
There's No Smoking Please
I dedicated some time to throwing up on your stuff
If this spinning is love then I think I’ve had enough
I pick up all the lies and I step into the trash
I hope it takes a lifetime to un-red this rash
Woah
My jokes are getting worse
My voice is getting hoarse
I see what you mean
There's No Smoking Please
Like a clock it's hard to stop
It tastes so clean
Like a clock it's hard to stop
I see what you mean
There's not smoking please
I dedicated some time to throwing up on your stuff
If this spinning is love then I think I’ve had enough
I pick up all the lies and I step into the trash
I hope it takes a lifetime to un-red this rash
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10. |
Sycamore (Martha cover)
03:01
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My body's starting to decay,
My mouth is dry,
I'm trying to fight the urge to fall sleep,
I don't wanna die,
Soil begins to pull me down,
Submerged from head to toe,
I can feel my b-b-body's spread,
I'm trying to lift my head,
But I'm taking root and starting to grow,
I'm a beautiful sycamore,
Oh, I don't have to care about anything anymore,
You'll try to find me and I understand,
You know this city like the back of your hand,
But deep roots are holding me down,
We said one day we'd run away,
But it's been twenty seven years and I don't recall your name,
Oh God I can't remember your name.
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