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Spoke Too Soon
04:49
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25 years I'm a long time gone
Seems like everybody knew all along
People going home, people who have flown
People who are looking for the long way gone
People in my head, people in my heart
They're the same people from the very start
Disappearing people bring you down on your knees
We're all dying of the same disease
Talked about getting on a plane to the sun
No one even knows that we're on the run
Took a few things just to make us see
Took a few things just to make believe
Went to the store, everything is green
Stood there by the door, fell into the sea
Took you by the shore, drifted to a movie
All in the world, stumble into me.
People long gone, people who have flown
People who are looking for the long way home
People in the sea with their eyes on the shore
People on the bridge, people on the floor
Cars and trains falling everywhere
Falling at my feet, falling in my hair
Heroes in the sun, heroes on the moon
Too bad everybody spoke too soon
Walk out alone, into the street
My feet are bare, I'm talking to the trees
25 years I'm a long time gone
Seems like everybody knew all along
Halfway home, lost in the snow
Will we find home, were we ever gone
Cracking like a power line, years on loan
Had me penned in
Had me all wrong.
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Good at Digging Holes
02:42
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I am not an alcoholic, but I drank all the thirteen nights you were gone
I drank with thirteen different friends, nights I thought would never ever end
Lose my head, lose myself
Lose some things I never even had
I left my heart on your kitchen floor
And I don't care what you do with it
I told myself I'm tired of thinking- I don't want to dream or think anymore
I dig a hole, the world spins on, It's full of import, I'm good at digging holes
When the only shot you've got is a million to one shot, you take your shot
Lost my head, lost myself, I even lost some things I never even had
I left my heart on your kitchen floor, and I don't care what you do with it
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All the things you do to me
It all adds up like math
But in the end I'm left again
Absent of the craft
In a world of mathematicians, I'm a lone musician
Picking and singing the mess
But I'm awake, I watch the parade
And everything left in the path
Add it up, and I add it up-
It never quite adds right up
Sing the blues, and watch the news
The numbers and figures and death
It's a worldwide revolution with no more confusion
And everyone's taken the test
But I'm afraid I won't be awake
I'm slipping to places unmatched
It's a world of mathematicians and I'm a lone musician
Picking and strumming the mess
But I'm afraid I won't be awake
I'm slipping to places unmatched
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Walking in Circles
05:22
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Despite all the demons, there are too many reasons to stay.
I'm going out walking, searching for something to say.
I'm walking in circles. I'm bleeding, I'm broke, and I'm crazed.
I've taken December. I've wrecked it, sewn it away.
I've taken December. I've wrecked it, sewn it away.
I drowned it, I sung it, I buried it under your grave.
All these mementos - promises we'd thrown away.
I dug up your body. I sang to your bones. It's ok.
I dug up your body. I sang to your bones. It's ok.
You meant that you loved me. I felt it, I feel it today.
They fell all to pieces - some notions, the spoils of defeat.
We'd conquer our sorrows in motion, falling to sleep.
I've lost all my feeling. I've blown all the fuses I'd saved.
Despite all the reasons, there are too many demons to stay.
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Going Nowhere
05:31
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Time to take the plunge
Take the awful plunge
Feel the awful rush
Oh the awful rush
Every day we die
Die for nothing
Watching all these things
Watching nothing
Time to take the plunge
Take the awful plunge
I'm with you, we're on the run
Going nowhere
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Everything
05:51
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And I love them, I do, things that we have been through
And I love them, I do, all the things that you do
And I love you, I do, everything about you
And I love them, I do, all the things we'll go through
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Triathlover
04:33
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Invisible Ghosts
03:33
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10. |
Tommy Thompson
04:23
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