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Stop the season stop the sting
a plastic mic a broken string
infected wound from a rusty ring
soon you'll be there too
kissing families can't recall
a program to derail us all
forgotten prison it's been safe 'til now
it's no wonder that we did it this way
keep looking forward on paths sideways
it's everything that is connected and beautiful
and now i know just where i stand
move on
roll along
not today
it's everything that is connected and beautiful
and now i know just where i stand
thank god you're heart is too close
this can be the bitter end
i know it wont
well someone said i made a mistake
kept looking forward on paths sideways
it's everything that is connected and beautiful
and now i know just where i stand
seasons always shift too late
spent too much time now on paths sideways
everything that is connected and beautiful
and now i know just where i stand
thank god it's over....
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With all the fire set in our eyes
without a cornerstone to realize
that later on we'll build the pyre
and burn so easily well everyone but me
and soon we'll sing in better moods
a sigularity well everyone but you
they'll pull the nerves out through the pores
though bruised so easily the comeback kid's not
bleeding
with words that defied all our social gestures
no one could've known what the comeback kid did
no words could describe all the social pressures
that leads to the time when the comeback kid wins
and wins
and now we sing in better moods
together whispering well everyone but you
and later on we built that pyre
and burned so easily well everyone but me
with words that defied all our social gestures
no one could've known what the comeback kid did
no words could define all the social pressures
that leads to the time when the comeback kid wins...
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So believe
So believe
In streetwise angel
So believe
So believe
In booksmart devil
So retreat
So retreat
From land-locked lover
With anchored armor
Sobering
Sobering
So believe
So believe
In streetwise angel
In booksmart devil
Sobering
Sobering
Sobering
Sobering
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The fuzz in my head grows
it's already so low
the fuzz in my head stands
it's already all too clear
so much for losing track of time
can cope with a white noise
repeating imitation
can cope with a white noise
blissful complication
the fuzz in my head stands
it's already all too clear
and the hum
it seperates the two
it's all frontline, frontline
it cuts down inbetween
it's all for nothing
too bad it's been here for awhile
so much for losing track of time
let go i've seen it's worth your while
so much for losing track of time...
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The way things have fallen
can't be afraid anymore
first we were water
in creation lake
have to start to end
to go where life lives
there's 24 parts in a day that divides me from you
the way things have fallen
can't be afraid anymore
first we were water
came from clouds hit the ground
mama's the sweetest
alarm clock around
there's 24 parts in a day that divides me from you...
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Hey man where can i go?
it's too late to find holes in the ocean i know
i said man stay here a while
i'll never find safety in numbers here on the mile
say man is this in the right?
i wanna heal cracks in the sidewalk and keep it alive
sat down on the ground and i laid my head down to see
i closed up my eyes as the numbers went by
and that's when i started this dream
son you're still young but your mind has grown old it
seems
now go tell your sister to show me her new magazines
said man sit for a while
son he said son how you've only begun on the mile
i've been to the moon and the stars and the go
inbetweens
go tell your sis to stop playing with new machines
tell them to keep things quiet
man stay here a while
son he said son how you've only begun on the mile...
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No more resolutions
No more leading ons
No more cheap discoveries
No "where did we go wrongs"
It's over, over, over
Over you
It's over, over, over
Over you
No white noise could save us
No "what could we have dones"
No piece of shit discoveries
For our little alien
Cause it's over, over, over
Over you
It's over, over, over
Over you
It's over, over, over
Over you
It's over, over, over
Over you
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