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Quitters
02:36
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I'm sorry I looked at you with
My bloodshot eyes
You know I just can't help myself
Cigarette in your mouth, red vintage dress and black thigh highs
I’m not fooling myself, darling
I can’t sing in the right key
You know I go all weak in the knees
When you’re in front of me
Love me, leave me, pour me pink champagne
Drink it like we’ll never be together again
We’ve had true love, we’ve had tragedy
We’ve gotta mix the two together, it’s our only chemistry
We’ve had studios, we’ve had cell phones
We’ve had bluegrass, jazz, and pop, we got all that rock n’ roll
I’m not fooling myself, darling
I can’t sing in the right key
I just can’t keep myself together
When you’re in front of me
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Waves
01:57
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I’m chasing summer out to sea
I feel the flow of gravity
Pulling swells up from the deep
Pulling sand beneath my feet
The world keeps turning and so do I
I can’t make up my mind
The world keeps turning and so do I
But I’m not going 'round this time, I’m not going ‘round
Sleep and sway and push it away
Kill or be killed
Sleep and sway and push it away
Kill or be killed
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Fossil
02:49
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I contemplate the half lives of friendship and lost love
That decay at a rate that’s steady and slow but is always enough
To see them all as fossils, as skeletons and ghosts
You can squint your eyes but you’ll see through most
Things aren’t getting better
They’re the same as ever
The more things change the more we never do
We can talk in circles, we can snap like turtles
Wave your finger in my face, see what I do
You could be my fossil, you could be my ghost
Don’t have to squint your eyes or look real close
I contemplate the half lives on all that we've been through
What we give, what we get, what I could never get from you
I'll turn you all to fossils, turn you all to ghosts
Don’t have to squint your eyes or look real close
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Mouth on Fire
03:20
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You, you’re using words
You say you’re sorry
You, you’re just speaking terms
That don’t mean anything
With your mouth on fire
And your lips like violins
With your mouth on fire
You, you’re using words
You say you’re sorry
But you, you're just taking turns
To put me down and push me around
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Bored to Death
02:29
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This is biographical fiction
We’ve never had a port of call
We’ve been living in a PO Box for far-too-long
We say we’re not like the others
Swan dive, slow decline
We've never had the brightest stars in our eyes
We could travel the USA
With thousands of songs and books on tape
Can't help it if we're bored to death
It’s inaction in action
It’s shaded light
We’ve been living as shadows for the longest night
We say we’re not like the others
Swan dive, slow decline
We've never had the brightest stars in our eyes
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Easy
02:29
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They say good girls don’t swear
They just get even
They go so easy on the eyes
Until you're kicking and screaming
Go easy on my eyes
Go easy on me this time
I was in love again
I was in trouble
And I knew that you were trouble
When you walked in
You have more freckles than there are stars in the sky
And I have had enough drinks for two or three lifetimes
How long do we wait?
How long do we go?
Let it shake, let it ride, let it roll, let it go
How long do we wait?
How long do we go?
Let it shake, let it ride, let it roll, let it go
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It's Killing Us
02:14
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All the way from New York City, baby
Still dazed from staying up all night
I'm thinking, don’t close your eyes this time
Don't close your eyes this time
Like fantasies and fables, like myths and fairy tales
You open your eyes and it’s a white whale
Long days of summer have faded away
Now we’re left with these darker days
And in the morning it'll still be morning
And I'll still be living this way
I wanna play with girls and grenades
Drink cheap whiskey and boxed chardonnay
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8. |
Meanwhile...
02:40
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Another doomsday passed us by
I'm still here and you're still by my side
We skip through fields picking up flowers and mines
Flowers and mines
If this is the end, let’s do it again
If this is the end, let’s do it again
I can read all the books in the library
And all those words, they couldn’t speak to me
Not the same as a fleeting look in your eye
Flowers and mines
They can keep giving us glances
Well, they can kiss our asses
Come on, Katey, bar the door...
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Castaways
03:21
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Throw a kiss goodbye, we’ve got maps and charts
Raise the bottle high, break it on the bow for the right start
Never think about hope when you think about lies
Never tie the rope around a sun-kissed smile
This boat is at the bottom of a bottle
This song is where there are only dragons
We're broken bulb beautiful
Eyes could set the sea on fire
But every bridge we burn has water under it
And everything we touch drips through our hands
This boat is at the bottom of a bottle
This song is where the sun don’t shine
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Page
03:11
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I am rewriting our story
Tearing out pages, remaking allegory
Fixing plot holes and softening the rhetoric
Names have been changed to protect the innocent
Names have been changed...
I don’t care who you’re sleeping with tonight
And I don’t care, ‘cause it isn’t me
This is not resolution
This is not our denouement
This is when the page stays white
This is when the words won’t come
This is when, this is when...
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Readership Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Another doomsday passed us by.
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