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Remainder
02:23
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a winter in the weeds, a summer in the breeze.
a lonely hour in the cold clasp of your teeth.
i will sing along to all my favorite songs,
and you won't do no wrong,
'cause you're above that, ain't you baby?
but when the time finally comes to let me in,
i will be long gone.
an autumn in the shade, a macy's day parade.
i drank my fill. thats usually what it takes.
the bottom of a heart, such a shallow place to start.
i studied your window while you studied works of art.
and that i'm sorry for,
but keep your goddamn hands of the rest of my plans
and let it go.
'cause when you finally say you've had enough,
i won't be around to know.
and i've been dreaming such a long time,
i think it's time to live.
if i had done more of what you told me,
i'd be even lower down than this.
and i've already wasted so much time being sorry for your loss.
and if thats what truly matters, i'm okay with being wrong.
because if i still knew now what i knew then,
i'd have washed that number off my hand.
and stumbled home alone.
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Bullet Train
02:20
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miss, i do believe you know my name,
and the coast from which i came.
the light that guides the way is growing dim,
and these wheels are growing thin,
but you don't have to let me in.
i am the darkness, i am the one that taught you to sin.
this highway seems a great place to start again.
lay me down my hands to the river,
degrees removed, and bones will shiver in skin.
forgive me now my soul to deliver,
stateside sighs and people i should have been.
because i was once a fire so strong,
and i was once a string of gold a mile long.
i was once the coldest breeze,
and i was once an evening star on violent seas.
but now i'm just crooked fingers and weak knees.
now i'm just smoke and mirrors and stale routines.
i've lost all sight of the light that guides the way.
over seas, under sheets, before Columbus took you from me.
and now i'm here under the stairs,
with all the things i couldn't say.
i've lost all sight of the light that guides the way.
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4th & Florida
04:19
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i can see the lights on the southwest side of town,
and i guess i could steer myself that way.
watch the ships shrug in the tide,
trying hard to break their ties.
and i can't help but think they might be right.
i move like a fire in the streets.
measured in the thousands of degrees.
measured in footsteps,
my days are a blur at this pace.
in this weathered place.
the constant grind,
the constant beat of abandoned coins in a paper cup.
and lipstick on a cigarette butt.
i move like a regret in the night.
always there, but not always on your mind.
desensitized to feelings that used to come so easily to me.
now only so to my enemies.
and how we long for days gone by,
and the hour we can go outside.
and breathe the dirty air.
exhale our silent stares.
my wheels don't turn the way they used to.
and i cross the river into Georgetown.
get off the bus when i don't feel like drinking anymore.
i walk home through a maze of begging hands,
and hang my head with my coat at the front door.
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Reminder
04:39
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i wash my hands in the river,
downstream from the sinners.
it's so nice to feel that weight between my fingers.
and i watched the sun get low,
across the walls of my empty room.
and i could not help but think it had come too soon.
hold me now, or i will surely come undone.
from the highways of Ohio,
to the east coast where i'm bound.
were there things we wanted more before we turned twenty-one?
now we're bound, and running out of time to run.
i packed my life into a box.
i left that house with the heaviest of hearts.
now that i've grown numb to the fear of leaving a home,
the only thing i care to keep is in touch.
hold me now, and i will surely come undone.
from the battlefields of the waking life and a bed for my weary bones.
were there things we would have done before we turned twenty-one?
now we're bound, and running out of time to run.
now i clear my conscience with the saints they don't tell you about.
now i spend my days in a haze, hoping this ain't all there is.
now i fill my glass half full with the rest who still believe.
now i lay me down to a restless sleep.
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