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Twelve's the New Eight
03:37
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Rip these pages off the wall as they keep on piling
Living through countdowns and waiting for a glimpse of something real.
It’s been a long way to that little moment that makes everything else bearable.
You’d drive all through the night to see it coming.
I’d just sleep these days away
And finally get straight to the point
I’ve been wishing and waiting for a spark to reignite.
Please tell me I’m not going nowhere fast.
The waiting keeps on getting way too long.
Another alarm clock, another senseless scheme: making the bridges to where you don’t want to be. I’m writing the plot of a huge soap that ends right when it begins.
This waiting room is taking all the best of my intentions
When will these words stop sitting on a shelf.
We’d drive all through our lives to see it coming
Rip these pages off the wall, these days are crawling
Rip these pages off the wall, and don’t start rotting
I’d just sleep these days away
And finally get straight to the point
I’ve been wishing and waiting for a spark to reignite.
Please tell me I’m not going nowhere fast
The waiting keeps on getting way too long.
I want to set it straight, until it fades away.
The walls are closing in, leaving me empty.
I need to see this through, no matter how it ends.
I’m off to something new, until then I’ll sleep these days away.
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Be Sharps
03:09
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Do you really think this is over yet? I’d take more hits like these straight to the face. The warranty never fucking ends. This war is only noise until you get fully surrounded and neck deep in the trench. Every single beating leads to a less ugly one.
The odds are never by your side, just have it your way. The head up against the wall until your face breaks.
Get on that train wreck. It might not get us there on time, or even at the right destination.
Run through the fire, nothing will keep you from burning alive.
I’ll always get through.
This is the last lost continent for a part of me that wouldn’t die. The last haven before an unavoidable dead end where there is no coming back. It might just all come crashing down. But still, I wonder if I could have made it without what’s always trying to kill me.
Get on that train wreck. It might not get us there on time, or even at the right destination.
Run through the fire, nothing will keep you from burning alive.
I’ll always get through.
Every second, every day. Straight up the wall, until my whole face breaks.
At the bottom of the hole, we might as well keep digging.
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Empty Your Bottles
03:22
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Coffee breath and vacant eyes. I’m the sequel to another blurry tale under the city lights. It’s getting easy to fall into procrastination when you wake up in a haze.
There is no good way to say this, but I beg to differ your ways. You and I will disappear like the rain on a windshield. And there’s something thrilling about running low and out of options. I’ll never die, will you stand still?
Oh won’t you empty your bottles? Or will you wait long enough to see them spilled on the ground. Let’s open the window. I’ve had enough of this stale air.
Can’t you feel the floor revolving? As you stumble across the hall in a laughable pace.
Can you carry the weight of these wasted years? I’m not sure but I’ll make the most of it.
You’re lying to yourself, my friend. You’re lying to yourself, again.
There is no good way to say this, but I beg to differ your ways. You and I will disappear like the rain on a windshield. And there’s something thrilling about running low and out of options. I'll never die, will you stand still?
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Dead Again
02:26
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Empty glasses on the bar, and a couple of clumsy words are more than enough to make a paradigm shift. Small talks and empty smiles awaited on the way back. Like November I made everything worse.
The ceiling keeps no secrets tonight, while the floor looks so damn inviting. Dead again, back to the start. I guess there’s always a time for letting go.
Didn’t play the right cards, didn’t drop the right bombs. I never though I’d get carried in that tormented sea of ambivalence. Threw a rock on a landmine just to see it blow up. Now I’m having the weirdest time picking up the shattered pieces.
I’ll wait outside, growing cold and distant. I’ve been dividing by zero, hoping for things to work somehow.
The ceiling keeps no secrets tonight, while the floor looks so damn inviting. Dead again, back to the start. I guess there’s always a time for letting go.
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Eviction Notice
02:54
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Since the beginning it’s been going backwards
To this day it’s been haunting us forever
We’ve reached the spot tarnishing the horizon
Pick a number and wait until it’s your turn
The view looks appealing when standing on top
[But it failed, once again]
Get back on track there’s a long way to go
Back on this road that we already know
Try climbing the wall with that weight on your shoulders
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Well can you tell me at what cost?
[Just drop it now]
When it’s not right, when it doesn’t work
When it’s getting late, everybody gets hurt
When it’s too late to fix it up
[Just get the fuck out]
Can you feel this?
The true colors are in the air
The real shade would see the day
We learned that on the way
Look at it now
Can you tell the difference?
Pull as hard as you can, but with no one on your side
You could never get a grip on the man’s pride
The view looks appealing when standing on top
We know the trick and there’s no place to stop
Get back on track there’s a few miles to go
No more waiting we’re running to front row
Try climbing the wall with that weight on your shoulders
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Well can you tell me at what cost?
[Just drop it now]
When it’s not right, when it doesn’t work
When it’s getting late, everybody gets hurt
[Well it’s too late to fix it up]
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Boats
01:24
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Anchors
01:17
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Let me doubt about it one last time. Doesn’t it feel like this happened a million times before? Too much dead weight to carry on, I guess. You never end up where you wanted to, they say. Does that turn out to be right?
A landslide took me down the deepest hole.
Dead bodies softened the fall. Now I guess everything’s under control.
These faces I see keep on putting up that same old grin.
As I stumbled upon the shore, I only encountered boats and anchors.
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Main St.
03:32
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Sleep it off, but the struggles won’t go away, and moving out can’t solve anything anyway. The great unknown doesn’t look too much far away, even if the in-between is a gap that I can’t seem to clear.
The backyard looks so small, and everything seems so hollow, since the last time I was home. But I can’t deny the fact that I might just end up there, because we are linked somehow. This washed up town and I.
I can almost feel the ground spreading between our feet.
There is water in the whiskey of our dreams.
I can almost picture the everlasting agony,
When the push will finally come to shove, you’ll see.
Every town has a main street, like every town has its ways to make you fall in line.
Blocks away, light-years apart, and a lifetime to figure out who was right.
I’m slipping through the cracks of my own contradictions.
I can almost feel the ground spreading between our feet.
There is water in the whiskey of our dreams.
I can almost picture the everlasting agony,
When the push will finally come to shove, you’ll see.
Where are we headed now? I just can’t seem to find a reason to stop chasing the seasons down. What can you do when you’d rather be anywhere else, every place you go?
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Purple Mountains
04:41
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I took a long time settling and catching a glimpse on the side of the highway. When all the sad songs are getting old and all the words are growing thin, the time has come; You gotta run away.
Four walls breathe in the summer from outside. Can’t help laughing when recalling those times. It’s been a long way back. It seems I never let go.
I’ve finally seen it through, whatever that’s supposed to mean. Everything gets clearer now, as the smoke escapes the window.
Starting from scratch under a velvet sky. Heading west to chase every last bit of sunshine. These mountains are going up in flames. I’d watch them all burn to the ground. (They’re burning to the ground.)
Four walls breathe in the summer from outside. Can’t help laughing when recalling those times. It’s been a long way back. It seems I never let go.
Let this lonesome scenery carry me away. Along this high and broken skyline, let’s kill all those regrets.
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10. |
The Leap
05:38
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Cutting the ties off so you can breathe again
That's what they keep saying
But it's not that easy
When you're held back by your past
Like the echo when you're screaming at a wall
It keeps coming back, this is your wake up call
Daydreaming on and on.
Wandering away so you can escape it all
If you don't face it, there's no way you can fall
You're wandering on and on
This could surely go wrong
Aren't you tired of your same old song?
They jump high
Then jump higher
And find it there 'cause it's not away
I've been lost for so long
That I won't allow this to decay
Your actions, they speak louder
Than every word you've ever said to me
I've been chasing something
I should have seen along the way
I'm numbing myself, so I can take the time to think
About all those times I've let it slip away from me
My past mistakes are the guidelines of this revolution
Don't let it get to your head
What's done is done, what's said is said
Don't let it sink down the hole
'til it's out of reach, 'til it's out of control
They jump high
Then jump higher
And find it there 'cause it's not away
I've been lost for so long
That I won't allow this to decay
Your actions, they speak louder
Than every word you've ever said to me
I've been chasing something
I should have seen along the way
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