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Doorway
04:13
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Turn your attention to the doorway,
So you remember you can leave,
Turn your attention to the sunlight,
So you remember everything fades eventually,
The night sky swallowed the mountains,
As you swallowed the salt from her skin,
She closed her eyes when she swore she loved you,
Wishing everything without came from within,
She thought you were the ulcer in her stomach,
She prayed you'd fade as you did eventually,
For a time you were the stain on her blankets,
Nothing a couple quarters couldn't clean,
Does the photo still hang from your doorway,
To remind you of her face,
A once true but now dead emotion,
Immortalized within a frame.
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2. |
Know
03:00
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You hardly feel at ease, hardly feel at home,
And everyone you know is somewhere you can never go,
I want to believe, you repeat and repeat and repent and repeat and repeat,
Isn't god good? I don't know,
I don't think so.
And when you left where did you go?
When you arrived did you feel at home?
I don't think so.
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3. |
Same Dream
02:54
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Pace around the garden with your head down,
'Cause I am pacing it too,
No sound, your conscience weighed your head down,
And I am waiting for it too,
They say you take after your mother,
I'd be lying if I said I didn't see it too,
The walls I built never kept me from collapsing,
I'd be lying if I said it wasn't all for you, too.
Have the same dream every fucking weekend,
Plant the same seed, watch the same weed swallow it,
Have the same dream every fucking weekend,
Plant the same seed, while the house is burning,
And everything you love, everything you need,
everything you own buried underneath,
Everything you love, everything you need,
Everything forever buried underneath.
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4. |
Underneath
04:20
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You won't know where I go,
When I lose control,
We'll both sing,
Underneath falling things,
We'll sing loudly.
You won't go away.
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5. |
M.
04:22
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6. |
Garden
03:13
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Water the garden while the weeds grow,
Let them under your skin,
I want to know where every root goes,
I want it all to end,
You are not ready and I am the same,
I think we need a mirror here to know who to blame,
Got to close your eyes if you want to see clear,
I don't know about you but I'm loving it here,
There is no foresight beyond the weekend,
We always become what we never intend,
Plant it in the ground and give it a name,
At the end of the road we're all the same,
The curtains gonna close and we'll all fade,
A gardens gonna grow out of us one day,
Did you expect me to believe,
You'd hear me through the walls between,
You and everything,
You think about incessantly?
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7. |
Slowcar
01:48
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In a slow car, in the fast lane,
Then the living room, I heard you say,
Everything we made, everything we are,
All at once would fade, we would fall apart,
But god I think too much, gotta clear my head,
You told me to build a house, I dug this hole instead,
There's a castle there, in the white clouds,
Where everybody goes that I forget about,
It's all a strange game, such a sick plot,
Don't think I want to play, I'm too afraid to not,
But for a moment I forgot my name,
And I can't wait for you to do the same,
Got to let it go,
But god it hurts to let go.
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8. |
Silence
03:26
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White paint on everything,
Cover the old stains like your shadow on the concrete,
We have no reason to speak,
I know you ignored the phone,
You know I notice when you don't come home,
White paint on everything,
Only way I'll fall asleep,
I caught on to the way,
You hang on to every single word I say,
I caught on to the way,
You count every second I am away,
We are the words we speak,
A sentence we can't complete,
So paint the walls while we sleep,
Cover everything,
And in the morning I'll keep,
My promise I'll be a distant memory.
In silence.
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