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Aporia
03:00
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you almost had it all, but you lost all three
stepping out of line, your choreography
the snow it covered up the road you couldn't see
a story ends, and so do friends that shouldn't be
your hands are red, your face is too
the sky came falling down, with the moon
and you never come back home
you thought you knew a lot about philosophy
the back of your own hand, just now discovering
a veil is pulled from off the face its covering
a ghost you know is haunting where it shouldn't be
your hands are red, your face is too
the sky came falling down, with the moon
and you never come back home
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you cashed out, you caved in
there's nothing left you're leaving
the monsters you notice
they're coming back for you
do you believe in ghosts?
cause I swear to god I do,
and my brother he does too
you're dragging, your last smoke
but it don't hide
the gravestone, the flowers
the two-hour drive
do you believe in ghost?
cause I swear to god I do,
and my brother he does too
we're all just passing through x3
do you believe in ghosts?
cause I swear to god I do,
and my brother he does too
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3. |
I Like It By The Lakes
02:00
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load up the car were driving downstate
my brothers sleeping and I can't wait
to come on home again
we're singing songs about the midwest
they're rattling my bones and ringing out
out inside my chest
I've been spending all my time away
up here in the heart of, our state
I like it by the lakes
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4. |
Tired Wolves
03:25
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I'm through living with the wolves
who never taught me how to prey
but I'll keep looking to the clouds
for the rest of my days
oh my trigger fingers broken
and I've been doing what I'm told
like a soldier in the war
on his first day home
truth is I"m,
just an old dirt road in the corner of your mind
oh to hell with Sunday morning
we've all got scars we'd like to hide
and if I never make it home
I'd like at least to say I tried
truth is I'm,
just an old dirt road in the corner of your mind
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5. |
Maine
03:33
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I'm glad to see you holding up so well
cause i have seen the other side
a family dies going through hell
another year goes by the seasons change
and all your friends they stayed inside
the weather man's been calling for rain
we'll grow old and move out to Maine
we've got a little place, we'd like to stay
l'd like to say I prayed every morning til my body starts to fade
its colder than it looks out side you say
but I have got the coldest blood
coursing through my even colder veins
our spot on the map begins to fade
but no one's gonna notice when
we're dragging on in bad bad faith
we'll grow old and move out to Maine
we've got a little place, we'd like to stay
l'd like to say I prayed every morning til my body starts to fade
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Pleasant Valley Cemetery
03:01
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I saw a lonely ghost
searching for, solace in the stone
maybe I'll say a prayer
but first I need, I need to run on home
I saw a millionaire
piss it all away before he croaked
You're turning leaves around
hoping that you'll never be alone
Did you find Jesus there
standing in, in the field of bones
maybe, before you leave
you can make yourself, believe in god
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7. |
We Were Made
03:14
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underneath our skin, there's nothing more
than broken hearts and bones
a fool would let you in, to wreck it all
and make yourself at home
I sleep all day, stay quiet at night
there's a ghost who's face looks just like mine
and it stays up til the morning
underneath our skin, there's nothing more
than stomachs growing sick
for the homes that they have missed
it's been three years and you still clench your fist
I sleep all day, stay quiet at night
there's a ghost who's face looks just like mine
and it stays up til the morning
we were made
from falling trees and the dirt from off your feet
we were made
a twisted spine just hanging on a line
we were made
a loaded gun and a pocket full of change
we were made
from quiet hearts left out in the rain
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hey all you wallflowers
I saw you standing in the dark
if not a blessing for the morning
then we'll all rot out in the yard
this is where,
this is where,
we build our houses
we sleep on couches
hey all you lonely little souls
I bet you feel it in your bones
when grace is knocking on your door
but she don't come here anymore
this is where,
this is where,
we build our houses
we sleep on couches
everybody's leaving and you've got no place to go x3
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Bless You
05:32
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I'm cursing at the clouds when I hear your name
cobweb heart but I know you're not to blame
I've got a homesick stomach but I like the blues
you're running on home, but I know that you do too
we're turning our backs to the rising sun
and watching your sister falling out of love
the sweat on my hands is the sweat on yours
we don't need god when we've got a country song
and it's on
well who, did I think I was
who, did I think I was....
I can't wrap my mind around
the faith you found and how I settle slow
the banjo's strumming from the stereo
tells a story that I've never known
and I'm alone
well who, did I think I was
who, did I think I was...
we'll grow, and run x2
when you get home
and your hair's undone
and you go to sleep
may god bless you
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