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A Long Way Down
04:00
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We fell by the wayside. Our bargain it ends here tonight. Our bindings they quickly came untied, as we sat and stared at the streetlights. Everyone knew that we’d be alright. They told us we’d never win at all, that everyone was for the call, that all the votes had been cast down. My mind began to race around, your face started to turn a frown and everyone gasped in disbelief. They never really bothered me, the road it fell about our feet. So we both smiled and slowly backed away. The gun rang out a minute more and slammed its face into the door and sometimes I wish that it was me. It’s a long way down, if you lose control right now, it’s a long way down if you take that step well you’d wish you’d fret. It’s a long way down before your feet will meet the ground, I’d take a moment to exhale. We swore to ourselves we’d be fine if we never wasted all our time counting how it could have been. We fell by the wayside. My silence it ends here tonight. My bindings the quickly came untied as I stared at you in the moonlight and everyone knew that I’d be just fine.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
02:10
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I’ll take you where the sidewalk meets the sky and we’ll jump like it wasn’t the first time so... The rain came down like the wailing of a whale and he sang that “you, well you’ll learn to love to fail,” because he knows best. This is where the sidewalk ends, or so we like to pretend, so let us, let us pretend. We sat and laughed at the passing of it all and the world stood still because it never heard our call as we sank down. So please take me where the sidewalk meets the sky and we’ll jump like it wasn’t the first time, so just let go.
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Five Miles
02:45
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Two more drinks and be done for the night. He cocks his gun in the cold moonlight and takes another hit five miles down the track. “Where you going?” Well it’s what I asked. “Where the south wind blows and I ain’t coming back, no I ain’t coming back.” We never said goodbye, but he never felt more alive. So go your child will be fine. He’ll know to take care of his own this time. Four more just to finish the fight, five angry, lonely, drunken nights and a tip of the hat, try though you might. You’ll walk away spent again wondering how it all began, but what if I said the dead already won. They stared at us with a fire in their eyes, with a look of despise, claiming gods on their side. We stared right back with no evil intend, wishing them the best, but to hell with the rest. The words that were sprayed they’re just part of the play, of the elegant fray that they claim is life, and our minds they weren’t fine, because we spent too much time worrying about the people that we left behind.
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What if it Was You
05:23
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It’s Tuesday morning and we’re stuck here reading papers, clumped in piles scattered around the floor. I think it strange you always find it funny, to laugh at all the misfortune found there. What if it was you, what if it was you? Singing woah that’s my soul it’s dead and gone, singing woah there goes my soul it’s long gone. You say it’s all just part of a master plan, well I never remember agreeing to anything. To say this world is always set in stone, well i wonder how you can call this stone a home. They told me that I’d never make it out, well I gave them the pleasure of being wrong. You’ll look back on all of this and swear, that you never meant for anyone to care. Every time I try to hold it in it finds a way to begin once again. I always hear the worst is yet to come, but you'll never get to know if you go numb.
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Rooftops
02:28
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Four of them stand on a rooftop, the silence so unbearable it won’t stop. And the evening birds sing their sorry song, of how it all went terribly wrong for them. They’ll stop and stare and ask each other, why? When they never thought they’d die. Oh it’s a terrible fate. They should take some time to contemplate. One too young to understand, they had to take her brittle hand. Another old and tired so, she found it time for her to go. Two stand left the air lifting from their chests, as they fall asleep at the wheel. Bored with rhymes, sick of all the times that you’ll lie to them, as they close their eyes.
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Abigail Phife
03:11
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Oh I’m sorry Abigail Phife, for causing you so much strife. For twisting it in like a knife against your wounds. I know it must have been hard, to walk the streets from your bar, with no one ever their to hold you close. And oh I regret every moment that I spent with you alone. It was those that always haunted me the most. Call it off. I feel I’ve lost, because I’ve never been more afraid in all my life. Oh, I left them for a beauty and ignored their wicked wants. Them all just sorry little bastards, tried to convince me of what I should do. Call it off. I feel I’ve lost, because I never met someone who could scare me more than you.
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Eleven
03:32
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Well it’s half past eleven and the clock stopped telling you it’s time for bed, but you were already dead asleep on your couch. Half drunk full of spite knowing everyone was right, they other half unknown. But I can’t keep saying sorry for everything I left behind. No I can’t keep getting worried every time we say goodbye. Thought you were safe far away from the harm that they could cause you so, but I knew they’d know and their plan worked out. Called the shot wish it’d not hit your heart, but it stayed on track. I looked right in her eyes, my Abigail Phife, as I took her life.
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Ghosts
02:43
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Woke up all alone on a Sunday morn there’s a note on the tv that reads “I’m so worn of the easy life”. Well the tea went cold from late last night when you awoke with fright and so I held you tight, but that’s the easy life. The old man sits with his cheshire grin telling you that you will never win, so you will just give in. One day you’ll say that you feel fine, so I’ll shake it off like it’s not my time, to take the fall. Everyone will smile and think the world, but after all of this is said and done, well they’ll shut you down. As the ghosts come hobbling home no place to roam will you welcome them with open arms, or slam the door. I think you’d slam the door. The broken glass it chased me across the floor and as the sky fell down well you asked for more. But I had gave it all. She said “don’t you know there’s more to this, you think it’s deserving of your broken fists?” Well I’d like to think not.
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Silhouettes
02:28
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This is the end my friend, it’s where you learn to give up and give in. So it slowly begins, tell us that we’re wrong until it sinks in. Mindless you stare blank at the pavement where we sank, for lack of a better word it was more than you deserved. So you think you’re funny now, but the way you explain yourself it just brings me down. I’m just a kickaround, but by the looks of it you’d think that you would never drown. And as the silhouettes fade away well we knew it was our time, time to walk it off. With our backs up against the wall you’ll rattle at our bones until it’s time to crawl. I’m thinking not at all, the way you move and feel it’s just like a thrall. This is how it all ends, this is why we pretend.
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Eliza
02:01
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I will wonder, wayward, into this desert sand nickin’ at my heels straight to the bone. Eliza I’m sorry that I could not be there to watch you stand on your own two feet, it’s just the best for me. I will ramble, to myself in my sleep. I will not awake before you have gone. Eliza I’m sorry that I could not be there to watch you give up on everything it took the best of me. I’d slam the door, but you, you’d want it more so we’d take it all back just to be bored.
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You & Me
02:28
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You sat there with your trigger haired, it was hard to breath. Me oh my I had hoped you’d died without thinking. It’s you and me as our ship will sink, it’s you and me and I won’t save you again. I held my tongue as you burned it down all the good and bad. The world hit hard, but you won’t see as it crumbles down. it’s you and me stuck in our reverie, it’s you and me holding on. We all cried out in a hallowed voice that will haunt you now. The day will come that you try to pray for everything.
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Old Soldiers
04:04
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Ships are sailing. There’s mothers wailing. And I’ve been hoping for a sunny day. I’m trying. Lord knows I’m trying. I’m wishing for a second chance. So lay your head upon the floor asking me for answers. We’ll write songs for no one, just to prove you wrong. The day was dying, the sad moon rising. The old soldiers always made it home. Their lovers crying, well they were sighing, just needing some time alone. So lay your head upon the floor asking me for answers and we’ll write songs for no one just to prove them wrong. They stared at us, as if all our fault. That the young didn’t care to mourn. I bowed my head and said my peace and asked you why they were sent to die.
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In the End
02:50
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She said boy maybe one day you’ll understand, in the end. The world you sought was always in the other hand, in the end. And she’d give it all back just to pretend that the gods at all but stopped us, before the end. He said farewell to the war so seldom fought, how he’d lost. Bandaging the scars it seemed so all for not how he’d lost. And he’d give it all back, just to pretend that the road had led him somewhere before the end. They sat mouth agape under the starry sky. How she cried. As their feet began to sink beneath the tide, how she cried. And they’d give it all back just to pretend that it never really happened, in the end. She lulled the words right back in his brain, in the end. Convinced he’d never had to learn to explain, it was the end.
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The Poet's Life
04:42
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You and I were all alone in our basement home. We were abused and bruised, but it wasn’t that bad, it was all we had. This is what they call the poet’s life it’s hounded by anger sadness in strife and every time I swear we had it right. Hold on, until the end. Hold on until you can’t. Sometimes it kept me up at night if we were wrong or if we were right, it even kept me up to the morning light. But I knew it’d be alright if we kept it out of sight, too many times I hear you cry in fright. So no we won’t give up, no we won’t give in. I never understood the stories old, the lacking sense in which they were told. You only need now to convince yourself. We stood alone waiting again if your mind would fade or just pretend that everything will end up where it began.
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