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History
02:38
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When I think back on the last few years of my life and where I went wrong… There’s plenty (of) blurry faces in the rearview, but those up front are still going strong. Will history remember all these things you’ve done? When every bone in your body said to stay, you turn around and run? I doubt it. And with this little click of a mouse or a push of a button, you’re back in full; you’re in my life. I see your friends; I see the child in your arms who in no small way resembles who we once were, but won’t be again.
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Alcatraz
04:06
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ALCATRAZ - You took the words out of my mouth and said, “I’ll give them to you later, but not before we’ve hit every bar in town.” You said, “If it were up to me, you know, we’d meet again here someday- if ever we are both on the same coast.” So I’ll see you when you settle down. (You lied to me) ‘Till then I’m pouring out each trace of doubt into an Alcatraz souvenir cup. Well, bottoms up. You took my hand and led me up the hill, panting like two strays. Both of us tramps, our lips met on whiskey. Do you still taste me? And you said, “If it were a few years from now or maybe this time last year, I wouldn’t have to lie and let you down.” I’ll see you when you come around. (You lied to me) I’ll see you when you hit the ground. Because you were the one, and I was there too, drinking ‘till I had every drop of you. And it hurts me just to say it; it kills me like it never did before: you were the one.
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Breath=Held
03:53
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BREATH=HELD - These sensations are everything you’ve waited for. And you’ve got time to make some observations now that I’m back from my mental vacation. And all along I’ve been wrong, and I’ve been a real fucking asshole. And I’ve been staying up all night, and I’ve been playing in 4/4 time. And all along I’ve been wrong: they’re my songs but they don’t belong to anyone. And these conversations are everything you’ve waited for. And you’ve got time to take your crying eyes off the ceiling. I’ve said it once but I don’t mind repeating it. These simple words and this simple melody- you know, it’s all I ever needed. And I’ll be staying up all night, and I’ll be playing in 4/4 time. And all along I’ve been wrong: I can’t stop any more than you can come along. And the beat goes on. The defeat goes on. I’m not gonna give it up, not when I’m falling down. Not gonna give it up, not when the fear is calling.
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Revival
03:06
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REVIVAL - Come on, let me in. ‘Cause I’ve been here alone, outside pissing and moaning; forever bitching and groaning on. Come on let me in. ‘Cause I know I’ve been a bummer every time since last summer, but I’m not just another one, no… I hate this place but I’m never leaving. Since that night at the hospital when you told me, “Let me be the one that lets you down. Let me be the one that drowns you out. Let me be the one that hurts you: every time, every place.” You’re falling. Alright, I’m taking of these issues, lord. It may not be safe but I know I miss you. And I’ll throw my hands up in revival again if bleeding is believing. And I know I let you down, but I’m still around. The look on your face says, “Oh my god, oh my god. The reason that I hate this place is that I’m never leaving.”
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Calling Shotgun
05:08
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CALLING SHOTGUN - Bring my words to life and these ordinary days will pass you by. In my head, it’s like a knife. Bring my words to life and these ordinary nights will never die. In my head, it’s like a knife. Sign in, sign out... It’s what it’s all about. Bring my words to light; illuminate the fears I have inside ‘till they’re always burning bright. You put the gun up to your chest; you asked for it. And on these autumn days, I’m reminded how incredible the high was to have you in my life. And on these winter nights, when the space beside has weight and shape and size, goddamn, I’m alive. You put the gun up to your chest; you asked for it. You put the knife up to your wrist: you lacerate. You put the rope around your neck: asphyxiate. You pour the pills right down your throat: the aspirin, klonopin, percodet (sic). You put the gun up to your chest and fired. Sign in, sign out…
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Trouble
03:17
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TROUBLE - Do you feel you’ve lost your way in the world today? I had a feeling I’d remain where the memories lie. Slumped back, head upon your shoulders, limp wrist with the weight in mind. Counting the ways to waste your time. Hey, why don’t you say it to my face? Why don’t you say it too? I’m out with a waving motion; you’re on the borderline. We’re in the trouble of our lives. Trouble’s gonna find me, trouble’s gonna find you whether or not you want it to. If you couldn’t behave, if you couldn’t be the same, I can’t say I’d ever blame you.
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Waterways
03:30
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WATERWAYS - Alone, we float these waterways, condemned to drown and bloat. And we crave to be free from these everyday things that crowd and weigh down the boat. Pull down your oxygen mask; keep breathing ‘till you know I’m gone. Don’t even blink ‘till you see me sinking. It’s better where I’m going. Look to the left, look to the right. Everyone you love’s gonna die tonight. (Get set, we’ve reached the end) But I’ve been here before. Look to the left, look to the right. Everyone you know’s going down tonight. (Get set, we’ve reached the end) But I’ve been here before. Your hate is displayed on rivers far away; it all flows back from where it came. As the blue turns black at the end of every day, there’ll be no one to light your way. You’re gonna get it, girl.
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Tomorrow
03:35
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TOMORROW - I heard you called last Saturday. And “I’m in,” you said. For lipstick-stained stairwell memories? And I’m in, but let’s not and say we did. Why wait until tomorrow if it’s never gonna come? You walk alone. ‘Cause my heart and my head and these hands are never gonna come. You walk alone. I heard you called last Saturday just to say that you’ve been missing me. Your tears could fall in tidal waves enough to drown everyone in Japan and I wouldn’t care. If you meant what you said, then why was it in my bed? If you meant what you said, then we’re dead. (Say it like you mean it) These bags under my eyes must make me look so old, but wisdom has it’s own trajectory, or so I’m told. And I don’t feel the need to have another damn conversation about this when I know and you know that it won’t do any good. And severing the misery- (to be) completely without it means you’ll have to be completely without me.
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