1. |
Choosing Sides
03:17
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CHOOSING SIDES:
If you, ever felt like you were chained up,
and meant to be something you're not
Well I'm sorry I forgot
You never gave up.
One night, long ago you had escaped my
mind and taken my heart.
Well I'm sorry I forgot
It was busted apart.
Do you feel like someone is pulling your leg?
Or pushing you close to the edge?
Sometimes, I can get just a bit skeptical about life.
Someday, I may pull up to a stop light,
and just keep on driving away.
Well I'm sorry I forgot
There are rules to obey.
Do you feel like someone is pulling your leg?
Or pushing you close to the edge?
Sometimes, I can get just a bit skeptical about life.
This I know, This I know, I know.
It's not a question of who's wrong, or who's right,
Oh no, did I forget to mention
that I can be just a bit skeptical
When it comes to choosing sides.
Well I'm sorry I forgot, who's side are you on?
Too much, pushing and pulling has left my
decisions all cluttered and frayed.
Well I'm sorry I forgot,
Was it always this way?
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2. |
Autumns
03:38
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AUTUMNS:
Strange as it may be,
seeing you between the maple leaves,
that ran along our street
breathing life into the autumns cold and bleak.
Flooded thoughts of you,
April morning, looking through the window,
The world outside
second to the landscape that's sleeping in these arms.
Now we don't speak much anymore,
our lips they are sealed.
With miles and miles
between them now.
Closer than you seem,
tracing fingers, dreams and memories,
still carved into a tree
that you pass to meet someone along
the quiet city street.
Now we don't speak much anymore,
our lips they are sealed.
With miles and miles
between them now.
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3. |
Waiting For It To End
03:25
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WATING FOR IT TO END:
Go pack your things up,
you're gonna be late.
The hardest part's over,
there'll be no more waiting.
Oh, I realize now it's all over.
You're looking pretty,
and it's such a shame,
we had to go through this,
shit once again.
Oh, I realize now it's all over.
We had a real good time,
but now it's all over,
and you are just crying.
I'm looking filthy,
my soul's feeling wet,
Now it's all over,
what's your name, I forget?
I could simplify the answers,
I could tell you the lies,
or open up the door to see the world you despise,
and I've cut out all the cigarettes,
my drinking subsides,
but Johnny Walker Black has got me tied up inside.
Pack up your things,
get ready to go,
you're gonna be late,
miss your train and your slow ride down,
I know you're alive, but I just can't watch you go.
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4. |
Carolina
04:26
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CAROLINA:
She's a razor blade, and cuts me
as she scrapes across her broken mirror.
But she's beautiful, singing to the summer streets at night,
and I still hear her.
I realize that nothing goes as planned.
Be my melody, my Carolina.
Singing to me slow.
She's got a tendency to be a little reactive.
A chemical that binds me tight,
a gravity that pulls me in
a cigarette that burns in my skin.
I realize that nothing goes as planned.
Be my melody, my Carolina.
Sing to me that pretty song
My Carolina something's going to
Take you away from me someday,
but nothing's gonna change the way we are Carolina.
When you open up those pretty eyes...
A satellite you're all alone,
No mystery, no place to call your home away from home,
It's been so long.
Sing to me that pretty song
My Carolina something's going to
Take you away from me someday,
but nothing's gonna change the way we are Carolina.
Carolina
Carolina
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5. |
Avalanches
03:30
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AVALANCHES:
We are both supposed to be here,
No one else can take this from us,
I saw you when we were young…
Careless hands behold the future,
Willow boughs, below the canyon,
I saw you when we were young….
interlude
Let them come, and cascade worries
Avalanches slow us down,
We will not be buried love
(We will) Not be buried
(We will) Not be buried
(We will) Not be buried, love
(We will) Not be buried
(We will) Not be buried
(We will) Not be buried, love
instrumental build
(We will) Not be buried
(We will) Not be buried
(We will) Not be buried, love
(We will) Not be buried
(Whatever words they say)
(We will) Not be buried
(They'll never shoot us straight,
(We will) Not be buried my love because
(We are more than a moment, I know, I know it, I know it.)
We are all supposed to be here,
No one else can take this away from us
Let them come, and cascade worries,
Avalanches will not slow us down
(We will) Not be buried
(We will) Not be buried
(We will) Not be buried, love
(We will) Not be buried
(We will) Not be buried
(We will) Not be buried, love
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