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Junior Year
04:16
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I've got a fever for you,
its bursting out my soul.
Like a roman candle's
brightest brilliant glow.
Don't keep me waiting for 100 years.
I'm getting ready for the show.
Marching down the street,
only 20 years old.
After junior year,
you're eye-to-eye with a ghost.
Just remember what your old man said,
"You know you're worth your weight in gold".
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2. |
Gripping Onto Clouds
03:46
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Turn it up, we're on fire.
You've been a dreamer so long,
you can't wake from this nightmare.
Caught in your spokes,
you're not alone.
Its occurred 3 times before,
you've felt in your bones.
Hold your breath,
we're going under.
You can hide from the light,
but you can't ignore the thunder.
Paragraphs, tick past like time.
Its on the tip of your tongue,
you're too afraid to run.
I can feel you now,
gripping onto clouds.
Its never enough,
to just trust.
The inks running out...
So sick of the creeping truth,
that never invited you.
Theres a leak in the pipes,
Somethings about to burst.
I can feel you now,
gripping onto clouds.
Its never enough,
to just trust.
The inks running out...
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3. |
Trainwreck
03:04
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Space is, over-rated.
I've seen everthing.
The high-lives, in the cities.
Please don't make a scene.
Its so easy.
I'm a trainwreck,
all the time,
sliding in,
and out of life.
Its so easy.
I talk shit,
when you're not around.
It keeps you up all night,
it brings the parties down/just to bring you down.
I can't leave,
empty dreams.
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4. |
Cones
04:12
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I'm building walls,
in my mind.
Trails lead back,
so far behind.
Headlights are fading.
Circles turn to cones.
Through keyholes and chimneys,
so far, so gone.
Dive into mirrors.
How far will you go?
Writing letters to someone you think about,
or someone you don't even know.
Hands turn into,
infinity.
Revolutions,
so stabilized.
Headlights are fading.
Circles turn to cones.
Through keyholes and chimneys,
so far, so gone.
Dive into mirrors.
How far will you go?
Writing letters to someone you think about,
or someone you don't even know.
Come down,
You're night as high as you always were.
We're waiting for you, we are, we're waiting.
Come down,
Don't set yourself up for another fall.
We're waiting for you, we are, we're waiting now.
Come down.
Rain down, the flood you always talked about.
I can just hear them laughing now.
Fall down, those last flights of hollowed stairs.
Growing like branches to the sun.
When, when will I see you again?
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5. |
I Think He Likes You
05:16
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A voice as soft as the sky
A muted delicate sunrise
Suffer at no delay
Life will surely wait
Lets say, its the end of the century.
We're still holding to what we know is gone.
Now theres no such thing as a secret.
I bet shes playing for keeps.
I think he likes you.
I think he loves you.
He doesn't know you, like I do.
Don't blame yourself,
you're only on your own.
The king of the desert,
won't leave you out in the cold.
We're just snow-flakes,
with nothing better to do.
Scream and shout,
hes so charming,
thats what he'll make you do.
I think he likes you.
I think he loves you.
He doesn't know you, like I do.
I've had dreams of you for days,
these things, have come what they will.
What you do, what you think, what you feel.
With your red raincoat on,
you waited all day long,
to climb inside his head.
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6. |
Pronto
04:59
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We've got a one way ticket south,
all-time, showdown pronto.
Don't be afraid of losing grip,
its never too late, to invite nonsense.
Been in and out of lost and found,
for just another mid-air collision.
Your silhouettes still uniform,
framed up, nailed to the wall.
Connect the dots,
its what you need to get some rest.
You said, "I'd like to know your name"
now we're lost at sea, theres no doubt about it.
Well its a long-shot, worth a stab,
now I'm wounded, but I can't even feel a thing.
Like two strangers in the park,
that didn't even know it.
You could've been so close, over the telephone.
So game over, keep the change.
The best part of the fold, is the surrender.
Connect the dots,
its what you need to get some rest.
Avalon, you see right through the snow.
How'd you know?
Avalon, you see right through the snow.
How'd you know?
It takes you down, it moves you 'round.
Avalon.
It takes you down, it moves you 'round.
We've got a one way ticket south,
all-time, showdown pronto.
Don't be afraid of losing grip,
its never too late, to invite nonsense.
Been in and out of lost and found,
for just another mid-air collision.
Your silhouettes still uniform,
framed up, nailed to the wall.
Heres a picture for ya'.
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