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STS
00:48
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Ordinary accretion, planetary collision
Buried in the deepest sand
Pile me underneath mountains
And hold my breath for a cave-in
Sticking to the tradition
And mapping out these decisions
Quietly, with little plan
The last ape, or the first cave man
Can you tell which one I am?
You brought me out, and I cannot believe that’s how
That we learned to love at all…
Let the wild do wonders
Let the wild be wonderful
I wandered into the future
And lost my whole sense of humor
To everything that came and went
Buying time in my own basement
As we all change into spacemen
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Crystal Crumb
02:54
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Made a sort of soft transition
Told The Boys I couldn’t go with em
Running back, no running back
Wonder how it even got started, did you ever get what you wanted?
No one asked, no one asked
Of all the little things
Out of all of the ways I run
The options weigh the most on me, even though
If I had one, I wouldn’t know
Coming over just to be near you
Kind of thing a guy could get used to
Make it last, make it last
Caught the bug that half of my friends got
Sinking in to knowing I might not
Ever rest, might ever rest
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Pyramid Schemes
03:52
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Holding in a cough that’s growing straight through the door
Kind of catalog worth knowing, nailed to the floor
I’m not messing around no more
Time to feel good, time to look good, time to be good
Cuz they’re coming back, in the face of what’s making them that way
And it’s not what I want
In control, and embarrassing, always
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MLM
01:04
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Golden Rule Breakdown
03:36
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Daddy, it’s a warm one, got you on the telephone
Gotta figure out why the power in the neighborhood’s all gone
How’d I get flies in the cockpit, pushing on the envelopes down in the basement
Got me on the medicine, just a couple milligrams, god, it’s just a little too late
Dipping in the deep end, thinking how it could have went
Only takes a thimble-full to make us into has-beens
So whatever, we tend to oversell
No wonder we confide in someone else
Never getting any lighter
Just content with getting higher, now
Breaking into dreamland, Hoosier in the quicksand
Wasn’t even under the tent, but he should have been
Reuben, get around, golden rule breakdown, waiting on the word to deliver to the homebound
Got another last chance thanks to the fact that I can hear you coming this way
Everybody’s handprints left in the cement
Turn yourselves in for the cash and the conscience
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Stung Tongue
03:06
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Half Fool
05:14
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Watching our dads gleefully jumping feet-first into traps
They set when they’re young
Is it the great unchanging way? If we find out, we have to wait
The cleansing relief of serious weather has me on my knees
And begging to wonder
Does a cup ever pass away? Let alone put me in my place
Let’s cast our lots with a curious heart
It’s right there laid out before you
Meaning comes in the form of a guess
We’ve got the time now to pick it apart, but the glass is half-cracked
I know it’s an art, it’s just I’m the kind of fool who’s cutting his lip on the drink
Who can be brave, and who’s not afraid, cuz that isn’t the same
Is weakness a strength?
Am I upset about what I see, or what it represents to me?
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Everything Nonstop
04:42
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Where is everyone? Remember having fun? I want to.
Left so much undone. I don’t know where I was. But I want to.
If we could see ourselves, we’d know we’re on top
Right here in this fresh hell
Everything nonstop, do you think we can trust our love?
Line’s around the block, guts all tied in knots. And I miss you.
Getting what we want, at least that’s what we thought. Yeah, I do.
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Trigger Trap
04:24
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My heart beats in reverse, your heart beats til it hurts
I’m a fool when I get whatever I want
And I’m ashamed when I get whatever I want
No wonder, all the time
How come it’s like that? Falls into your lap
Into a trigger trap that you don’t mind
Get lost deep in the verse, so far, just getting worse
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Grass-Green Weeds
04:21
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Wandered out, got turned around
The undetatched, last ones to get sort-of found
The grass is always green, the same color as the weeds
The big difference that I see
Is that I can tell when nothing else means anything to me
Was this about confusing the sight for the sound?
To set them up gentle and then let them down
The damage done, scars to erase any doubt
Ascend the cloud, can’t trust the first-hand account
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