1. |
Lakes
04:00
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2. |
My American Blues
02:25
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my american blues
it haunts my street
either lookin for souls
or something to eat
the heroin junkies
in the parking lot
the bright red bastards
is driving me up
we all get closer to the edge
on a sinking ship
at the end of the road
good time bliss
the vagabond does wonder
ending up in the sky
no one cry
we all scream "we want to die"
no mercy for me
or my dead son
the shell of a house
the heart made of coal
to bring me back to god
so i can sleep
bring me back to life
all my dead loved ones
so i just cry
my american blues
it haunts my street
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3. |
Worthlessness
06:14
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can't keep holding you down
its right then i guess its right
dont need my opinion or my blessing on anything
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
go into this constant shock all the time
can't tell if its sickness or my head
i guess i'll just let you down once again
when we went home i just wanted to sleep in
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
you're worth more than this
you're worth more than this
go into this constant shock all the time
cant tell if its sickness or my head
guess i'll just let you down again
we went home and i just wanted to sleep in
can't keep holding you down
its right then i guess its right
don't need my opinion or blessing on anything
go into this constant shock all the time
cant tell if its sickness or my head
guess i'll just let you down again
we went home and i just wanted to sleep in
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
you're worth more than this
you're worth more than this
you're worth more than this
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless, i'm worthless
you're worth more than this
you're worth more than this
you're worth more than this
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
go into this constant shock all the time
cant tell if its sickness or my head
i guess i'll let you down again
when we went home i just wanted to sleep in
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
you're worth more than this
and i'm worthless
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4. |
Meet You in the Meadow
04:40
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i was born behind the sun, you know
its a different kind of feeling i cant explain
and its something else you have to know
i'll be gone again before the evening says
if i tell a lie
would you forgive me one more time
or do I leave the same
meet you in the meadow where the creek used to fall
i do not care if you miss me at all
need you one time when we left after all
la da da da
its something i tell myself
after something comes and you're someone else
and i dont know how to let myself
and i dont know how to be someone else
if i tell a lie
would you forgive me one more time
or should i go somewhere else?
meet you in the meadow where the creek used to fall
i do not know if you miss me at all
its something else, we're someone else after all
keeps coming down
meet you in the meadow where the creek used to fall
i do no know if you think of me at all
so i'll go be someone else, after all
i go
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i wanna go back
i hope you know that
i hope its all under control
i wanna program
a different motive
to try and see this a different way
i never asked you too much
you never called anyway
i never know too much
i picked my clothes to stay
Stuck to your guns and you shot right back
all the things you said were just sad
stuck to your guns and you shot right back
everything you said was just sad
everything you know
and everything you are
live in the moment
thats what you told me
now look at where i am
just let me sleep, well
just a second of peace, well
i dont know if i deserve that now
I don't have a home
we're burning down after all
I never claimed to know
we're burning away after all
Stuck to your guns and you shot right back
all the things you said were just bad
Stuck to your guns and you shot right back
everything the things you said was just sad
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
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6. |
Save Yourself
02:10
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save yourself
I'll be well
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7. |
Peace on Earth
02:00
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when its October and
you don’t feel like you did
will you tell me that
so I can’t feel regret
dont you want
to feel better
like you did
under the weather
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8. |
(snowfall)
01:42
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9. |
Snowflakes
05:23
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where are you hidden
far beneath the landslide
of my heart
and all of my dumb lies
who can say
what’s making you feel this way
like a child
crying in your corner
i wish I could be
someone you liked
gressed in all blue
got specks of white
i think I could be
someone you like
holding your smile
when its dark at night
this isn’t what you wanted
when you liked someone different
i think I could be someone you like
you don’t know it yet, but I bet you could live like that
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something in the morning after
there's a word without a phrase
something about the evening
i can hear it everyday
something in the morning after
a word becomes a phrase
something about the snowy winter
is a light beneath my days
when it becomes quiet
and i can hear the silence
i just wanna hear the daylight
in the morning after phrases
something in the morning daylight
something in the morning daylight
something in the morning daylight
something in the morning daylight
something in the morning daylight
something in the morning daylight
something in the morning daylight
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11. |
With Glow
03:48
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with glow, there's no escape for you and me
we'll live happily
we'll live happily with glow
with glow
with glow you told me everything
and i think its gonna be alright
I sleep again
before it left
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12. |
Trees Are Red
03:07
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It's all the same
the trees are red in flames
the air is thicky and foggy
and I breathe all the same
but I cant see
red roses and its all the same to me
no, i can't see
you love christmas trees
god's light's the same to me
so many never shape
the breaths are all the same
and i cant see
red roses and blue violets
oh its all the same to me
no, i cant see
i'm wasted
and i cant see anything
morning dew has no you, except for all of these things
morning comes
its broken up into three segments past the noon
and you come in too
its all the same to me
its all the same to me
and i cant see
red roses and blue violets and the trees
and its all quite the same
no, i cant see
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13. |
Strung
04:11
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what would it be like
if you would turn
i can’t remember
what it’d be like anyway
if you were better
to your sights
maybe theres too much to
over the night
when will you
change your mind
how would it strand me
every time
i won’t take it too bad
when you’re home in bed
underneath covers
smiles in your head
i think I’m insane
knowing you must be
that’s fine to do that
dont be so obscene
thats fine to me
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