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The Kitchen
02:18
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from the kitchen where you first said it out loud
down to the basement where we did those things we still don't talk about
i know i'm never getting back into that house
but i still get the feeling it could be possible
whenever i end up in our home town
i'm having the dream again, the one where no one is sincere
but it's helping me sleep and then- whatever gets me through this year
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2. |
Neighbors
03:11
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all the sad ones are dying
and the bright ones are lighting up
and my neighbors are crying
and their sorrow will fill my cup
and i know that there's nothing wrong with me
we've been at it for so long
sometimes i'm paralyzed by all the mistakes i've made
it gets softer and softer but, my god, it just takes so much time
to break the patterns i'm holding
and i know that there's nothing wrong with that
we've been at it for so long
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3. |
Shoes Wet
02:59
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o misty mountainside!
here the sunlight blinds our eyes
reflected back, off the dewdrops on our hike
here lie the ancient tires
stacked high in rolling piles
plucked from yonder rusted husks
o old computer screen,
resting cold among the leaves
burned out error message reads: six more miles to the top
so we make haste, we get our shoes wet
on the trail of corporate waste
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Collingswood in wintertime
here come the snowplows in a line
and all the salt they leave behind to melt the ice
will melt the ice
you're asking "when'd it get so dark?"
we're drinking whisky in Knight Park
we pass it back and forth with frozen fingers snuff our cigarettes
and then your left hand grabs my right and under incandescent light
we move in closer and make out, a little while
now you're leaning into me i feel your warmth upon my cheek
feel the cold creep up my feet, the fire inside
Collingswood in wintertime
here come the snowplows in a line
and all the salt they leave behind to melt the
ice will melt the ice
and though i wouldn't change a thing
i'm looking forward to this spring
and all the good that it will bring for you and me
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5. |
Honeypot
02:35
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she's got her fingers in the honeypot
"worry not," she says, "i don't need anything!"
they're all out dancing in the summer spot
where the night stays hot straight into the next sunny day
and i'm worrying tonight could be the beginning of the end
but we'll wait and see, things are moving and i'm running up a tree
eventually, we'll need a slingshot to throw a rock between you and me
when the summer leaves
turn and fall to the ground it's getting harder and harder to keep
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6. |
Great Depression
02:31
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sometimes i feel so good i don't think twice when telling those i love l love them. sometimes life is so good, i like going to work. i like the long walk home. i like my voice's tone. sometimes life is so sweet don't wanna go to sleep. rather stay awake watching tv, getting baked. send a few texts. maybe call my ex and taste the knife. nothing's alright.
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7. |
Big Fire
05:43
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i fell - down the mountain
tumbled over rocks - the river broke my fall
and we ran - around the fire
chasing hurried thoughts - singing our old songs
and we lied - we lived the lie for a while
now it's done - i can't be everyone you want
now you're alone - pick up the phone and call the band
and we'll pick it up - try to hold it in our hands
and if it slips through our fingers - then we'll pick it up again
no love lost - no going back again
the busted string, the old guitar, the broken things - the big fire
throw the stone, the windowpane, the kitchen sink - the big fire
find the loose end, cut it off, light the faces in the dark
big fire, big fire, big fire
tired voices sign the songs we've been singing since we were young
we wash our faces, and we brush our teeth
we feel a little lonely then we fall asleep
we're all getting older, time is dragging on
nothing really changes, pass the buck and move along
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8. |
Dog Years
03:12
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i still remember the first time we met
his name was Reagan, and he was my friend
i was eleven and he was fourteen
he bounded in circles when i picked up his leash
he'd grab it with his teeth, and drag me along
like he couldn't wait to see what's up the next block
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