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Victim of Circumstance
03:22
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i speed my steps, and walk myself home. to rest my aging bones. because i feel older than i did last year. but i guess i should shoulder some of the blame. maybe i am just a family man in waiting. but if my options run dry, where will i turn? i feel older than i ever have. but i should just shoulder most of the blame. i am older than i've ever been. so i should get sober, at least for the day
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Found Myself Asleep
04:23
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well, i long to feel the light. so i write it down and i just get by. for all my wrongs, i am now set. to make them right. for all i've longed for, i just want someone right beside my side. well, i found myself asleep. and deep in to my dreams. while i was sharing familiar sheets. with someone that i love. when beams of splintered light. came pushing through the blinds. to warm my body up and bring me down. and if i knew, well many others. they could not make me move. for all i've learned, well all i know is nothing ever works out
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Planes
03:34
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well, i like watching the planes go down. and i spend my days in bed. and my nights awake at home. i just have all these nightmares. well, during the week i move around like crazy. and i'm starting to think that maybe out there. there's someone better suited for this than me. but i don't know why i get so worried. i have no god to fear i have no guilt to feel. i just want to shake it. but everyone moves in such familiar ways. some of them are smoking, some of them are talking. some of them pray for your last days. but all there looks, they seem to say the same thing. they've given up. well, five days a week i go to work then come home and sleep. and i think it's starting to wear on me, because maybe three nights a week i get so fucked i can't think. i start to remember everything. and if someone asks me what if i die. i always tell them the same thing. i will walk calmly into the light. i will walk calmly into the light
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What Morning Brings
03:35
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what was that screaming in the night? what was that screaming in the night? well, your fingers bleed. and it's no surprise. that you don't seem to think. that you can get this write. begging for something to change. but you just can't make those nightmares go away. but if you just believe. i would be happy to say. and when you figure out. how to shed your doubt. and finally swallow your pride. but where was the hope. you so desperately need. struggling to be free. so you can finally breathe. when the weight of the world gets you down. you can seek comfort in the sound. of the roster crow. of the morning light. may it expose. what darkness hides. wake up my eyes. i want to see. the beauty of the sunrise. make me forget about the past. make me not dread the trials that the future brings. because i want to know. how far can you go. without basic human needs
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Instrumental
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Misery of Sainthood
06:24
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saint jude, what should we do. you're withered and wrought. from the things we do to you. do you answer our prayers. or do they fall on deaf ears. because you've been dead for years. how put upon. this youngest child. and only son. who sat down to calm himself. so he closed his eyes. to block the light. that floods his mind. and without a fight. he carved. so they gathered around. this broken man. and called his name. but all he said was. prepare yourself. for the great maneuver and sway. prepare every last one. for the great maneuver and sway. so let's burn that effigy. because soon you'll be twenty-three. and i couldn't stand to see you die. oh, don't ask me why. but those words never came out right. though i could always write them down just fine. and you spoke to me without relief. you said if these ghosts hang around. for much longer, you'd be forced to complete. those awful deeds. now the sounds spins around. up in to the rafters. and comes crashing down. at our feet
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Winter
03:28
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i'm reaching out my hands. to guide myself and follow my friends. the night wind blows around. blowing all the trash in this town. we get long nights, dim lights. and all we want is out. but we'll give in to spring. and nights spent drinking. on familiar steps. spent on cigarettes. and back to sharing beds once again. i make my body move. and split the airwaves in two. i guess we still have something to prove. but we'll give in to spring. and time spent wishing for. when winter speeds our steps. we'll move close like shared cigarettes. but all things find their end. and that's it
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Black Mannequins
03:21
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i'm not sure when it all first happened. these sensitive ones. who came to wish me the best. well i guess that it's right. but i still can't get it. and we'll dress black mannequins. for all these fake women to mimic. and they'll trade sensible wear. for something that shows more skin. and smoke thin cigarettes. and with each wheezing drag. or each shallow breathe. become a little bit less of a catch. did you ever think we'd live to regret. all of this. did you ever think that we'd be the kind. to keep dozens of mirrors. just so we'd have something to. project our vanity upon
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Signals
04:06
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i talk at all my friends. i've called them in the night. and i know i am just on and off. i touch you with my hands. and send the signals through my spine. for my brain to read. and remind me to breathe. do you feel me on your skin. and send the signals through your spine. for your brain to read. and tell you how to breathe. well, slow and steady breathes. we'll collapse and fall asleep. slow and steady breathes. we'll collapse and fall asleep
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Surely This Time
05:23
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well, all along the wall. there are people talking like they know. and you blow your smoke into the air. let it go let it get away. but you seem so calm and collected. while you burn behind your cigarette. and watch those drunken sillohuettes. walk up and down the street. there's a clap of thunder from just behind. that line of trees that hide the hills so well. well oh god, i swear this must be hell. intoxication, these passer bys never stop to help me out. i just stumble home after the bars have closed. and that's just it, i always sleep alone. maybe could i get someone else this time? because this is my. fair and false decline. because this is my. fair and false decline. resignation, these passer bys never stop to help me out. with all these open letters to god. but no one seems to answer them at all. well, i open my tired eyes. and my worried mouth to site. all the knowledge i have in side. well by and by, i sit down to write. for one last time. just two more lines. well, surely this time. we've lost our minds. well, surely this time. we will die
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