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Top of the Hill
03:45
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The time has come up,
It's almost over,
and it's done.
The darkest nights are ones spent all alone
With the excuses that we've made for all our ways to medicate - the methods to stay safe from sticks and stones
(Just meet me...)
Making a big move will not reveal yourself to you
The view might change, but the problems will still stay
So now I'm making all these lists of all this little, pointless shit
Because it seems, once again, I have to run away...
Just meet me on top of the hill
It's been 'along for the ride' vs. 'wasting my time'
Whatever gets me out of this one alive...
With all my pocket-bound friends that all have me on the mend
At the very least they help me when I have to hide
Oh, I have to hide
Just meet me on top of the hill...
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Beautiful...flower in your thin, thin hair
You kiss all the other boys but me
And I'm running out of time
Dark eyes, piercing through all I believed in
You spend your nights away from me
And I'm running out of time
Sunshine cuts through the blinds and hurts my eyes
Did you know that you do the same?
And I'm running out of time
Grey sky hovers over 'til it's night
The afternoons get shorter by the day
They're all running out of time
(You shine like sun through a dirty window)
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Empire (part 1)
02:38
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I never want to see our empire crumble
We've built up these walls and they're never burning down
I won't let them
I've seen days go by from this parking space
The widest eyes lie in familiar faces
It's great
We may not be invincible, but it sure as hell feels so
On these rusty tracks where the street lamps glow
If there was no wake-up call, I would never go to sleep again...
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More
03:00
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You're the paint
You fill in my frame
You won't have to change
You're more than a sight to me
You're my sound
You're always around
Wherever I'm found
You're more than just words to me
You're my bed
Where I lay my head
With a whole day to shed
You're more than just rest to me
You're the morning
The brightest part of the day
Until you go away
You're more than passing time to me
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Balcony
05:20
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Overlooking the street in the Garden State
From a balcony, I sit and wait all night
In a motel room, a TV is on
Two double beds, but I sleep alone again
And back home, there's people I'm missin'
I've been mapping my dreams all worthy of wishing
And all I can do is hope that they come true
I've been looking for love
But when you search, it don't come
I used to believe that you were the one
But never again (never again)
We spend all our nights just shootin' the shit
Everyone's got a problem
It's how you deal with it that cures the pain
And back home, there are people who listen
I've been mapping my dreams and trying to catch them
And all I can say is that I hope this goes our way
Overlooking the street in the Garden State
From a balcony,
I sit and sing all night
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Seeing You
03:30
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That's what I get for making my decisions badly...'karma is a bitch' and it don't give a shit for nobody.
By the time I was gone, you were running into the arms of somebody. I should have guessed - I thought I was impressed with you.
She said, "I don't think he'd mind...it had been some time. I wanted to see you...and he can't stop me from seeing you."
You can say it one more time, but I've been left behind.
You didn't say he was seeing you.
You should have said he was seeing you.
What do you get when what once was a chest is empty?
I've been filling it up, but the leak never got plugged at all.
Now you're playing with your cup, it's all wrinkled up in your hands...you don't know you look nervous and it makes it that much worse for me.
She said, "But you'd just gone...I knew it'd be so long. I just wasn't seeing you. I mean, I hadn't been seeing you."
I should never have come out.
I should have never left my town, that way I wouldn't have met you...I wouldn't have to forget you.
I came back here for nothing. I should have kept running.
I don't know where I'm going to...I suppose that I never do.
And so I say, "I'll see you soon."
But to tell the truth, I don't know if I want to...if I'll care or I'll bother to.
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7. |
My Queen
04:20
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The porch light is on
It hangs above your head
Like a halo, my blonde angel
You bum a cigarette
You tuck it behind your ear
You choose not to light it yet and kill yourself right here
The clouds drip down
On your sandy shores
And drape down your coasts
You make your inside jokes
Will you please be my queen for tonight?
You're a lit-up summer swimming pool at night
You're the event spotlight that they shine into the sky
My revolving door, my shuttle, my refugee
My bombshell, my nightlight, my queen
Will you please be my queen for tonight?
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8. |
Few Trees
03:10
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If I stop moving, the wheels fall off
Stranded on the shoulder again
Southbound tracks always ship me back
In hopes of saving my head
The leaves are almost gone,
I should be, too…maybe by the start of next year
Lost on a grid that seems so big
There's no way you'll find me here
The need to move
Weighs me down the more I stay
Oh, what to do
When the dark consumes the day
Who needs a city that sleeps
When we don't sleep anyway?
When I hop off the train, most times we walk
She meets me where the taxis stop
With a cigarette lit and her headphones on
I try and guess the song (I'm always wrong)
And she's a good lover, but she don't let me sleep
She knows there are other things I need
A bigger bed than my own, and blowing smoke out the window
Towards New York City's few trees
The need to move
Weighs me down the more I stay
Oh, what to do
When the dark consumes the day
Who needs a city that sleeps
When you don't sleep anyway?
Curse all the subways
Due dates, and night rates
I have to pay for
They take you from me
By the heels with their teeth
And drag me through that door
Why should the city let me sleep when I have to leave anyway?
Who needs a city that sleeps
When we don't sleep anyway?
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9. |
Climb
04:19
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The rain was coming down as we walked around this town.
We don't know this place too well,
Let's stick to the main street.
"What do you say we get soaking wet, and laugh about it later?" you ask.
I smile and agree.
There was a body of water too dirty to jump in,
but we contemplate the fact that we could.
And your eyes smile when you laugh at whatever I just said.
I would kiss you, but don't know if I should.
I guess I never know when I should…
You like to tell me stories of sunsets and oceans,
You'd be a mermaid if it were possible.
Go swim in all your clothes like you tell me you do,
One day I just might follow you.
I'm scared to death of following you…
Sometimes you have to give in and let go
If you were wrong then you can climb back up again…
On the drive home as you wrote on that ten-dollar bill,
I laugh when I look at the time.
The irony dumbfounds me - you ask what I think is so funny
I'd make a wish if I hadn't been caught by surprise.
I guess I'm always caught a little by surprise...
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10. |
Where Did It Begin?
04:15
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My alarm lost its effect back in 1999,
at the edge of my bed…I can't recall the time
I downed the pills, opened the door,
It's not so easy to ignore
I grew my hair out, wrote a song
A sort of summer sing-along
Sing along…
Took the car down to the beach to see if people were around
Took the hill under the bridge and ended up downtown
I saw the children on their bicycles, just trying to cross the street
I guess it's funny just to think that they'll end up like me
Just like me…
Good morning sunset
And goodnight sunrise
I would wake up if I could open my eyes
And the AC is up, but the windows are down
So stop me if I speak too loud
Tell me, please
How did this begin?
How did I get in this mess I'm in?
I finally feel alright right where I am
Where did it start, and where did it begin?
I spent the first night on the floor
Of her apartment, she's got her things in cardboard boxes
And I'm just taking up spare space
The noisy crowds down Caroline and Broadway late at night
A sense of consciousness past 3 made me feel alright
I feel alright…
Good morning sunset
And goodnight sunrise
The lights in the vents have attracted my eyes…
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I used to know so many people
People I don’t know now
I used to say, “Hi.” to so many faces
But now all I get are handshakes and blank stares
I used to know people I don’t know now
I used to keep so well acquainted
But faces and names have vanished or faded
I used to know people I don’t know now
We used to get high in parking lots/back seats
But now we just dream in downers and caffeine
I used to know a mindset I can’t keep now...
I used to know so many people
People I don’t know now...
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