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Overpass
05:03
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If you cut around the parts and fit them back to place
Turns it to a different shape
To skirt around the smallest commotion
Make all my appearances and nod and shake my head
Pay respects to all the dead
And cut around the shape of the living
And I keep going back to the overpass
Where you said with a laugh "keep it all vague and confidential"
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7th Day
03:12
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Never off your chest only passing through ya
7th day of rest but I'm all wound up
All frozen up, I waited up, nothing ever comes
Selling all my doubts to the setting sun
I waited up a couple years just for the big event
Just another happening
Never holding on only passing through ya
Open arms outstretched at the waterfront
Selling all those doubts to the setting sun
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Mylena
03:03
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If you tie up all your loose ends and your big head's feeling right
You could come out to the old barn we could still make it a night
When we lined up at the playground everyone talking about
All your old clothes and your split ends, was I faking
Mylena
I'm all wrong
I could push out all of that time with a quick flick of the wrist
But when I'm low that's where I go and I know that's where you live
I wanna try at something good, but I shouldn't I faked it
Mylena
I'm all wrong
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Yard Gnomes
02:31
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You stayed talking in the yard tonight
I lost a feeling, I headed inside
15 faces moving in my sight
I lost a feeling, I left it much too soon
Splayed out upstairs I'm ticking the time down
And tomorrow they'll do it again
Got two singles and the dice in hand
That's how we found them laughing and shouting
Well dried up about an hour in
Go on without them, that's how we found them too
Splayed out upstairs I'm ticking the time down
And tomorrow they'll do it again
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Held to Light
03:15
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They're ringing in the brightest year with a bell
Your little project's on the shelf and you won't get out of bed so soon
Directing everyone to see what you did
You call it candor, I call it what it is
It doesn't keep me up at night
Held to the light
And I don't want no microscope over me
They're scrolling in and out so fast til they see
Some kind of machination
Held to the light
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Gold Vision
04:17
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I woke up to a foghorn
Buzzing in my ear
No time to think of consequence
Speaking out of turn I said "I know your name, I call it again"
"I said a long time ago, when you know, you'll know"
And when you speak to those in charge
They got a map drawn from the start
I got no golden vision of what I'm missing
And when they hear you coming round
They got a trap set and you're walking in and out
I got no golden vision of what I'm missing
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Mass Miracles
02:38
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Mass miracles for your heart, buddy takes his shot in the dark to shine
Mass miracles one by one, your number's coming up don't be shy
Nobody comes round no more I'm kicking down the neighborhood doors tonight
I felt the rain come down on my head, down on my parade
I saw the face on television, I like what they say
You can cross the street with your head held high, watch the way you feel
Any two-tooth bipedal in a tie, they can cut a deal
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Passé Home
03:47
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One hundred fifty million swimming in my vision
Old porch swing tipped me over, lay back on my shoulder
I'm asleep for the day
Passe home, I stay ungrown
I watched you turning backwards
No more phasing out now, no more slipping away
Passe home, I stay ungrown
No concern tomorrow
My headspace, all borrowed
Keeps me up all hours
I feel no reason to acquit
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Knocking
02:47
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Turn so fast, right on a dime
My good fortune's gotta last
If it should run out sometime
When it's gone, can i please come knocking
I see you once in a while
Jump back in fine everytime
If it should falter sometime, when it's gone, you can always come knocking
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Bit all the Hooks
04:10
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I took the pictures off the floor where I was sitting
You made them cut like something ringing true
And when I flip through the letters, I write one back to you
It had me thinking about the way that I was living
No peak or valley, only coasting through
One backward step to the middle, that's something I could do
I keep seeing the old dirt mound, the pitch comes flying to me but I'm never swinging it
You start rattling off those aspirations I gotta see it to start believing it
I bit all of the hooks so fast that I can't even remember it
The happy thing is a punishment and I start pulling away from it
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