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Marquee
03:04
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I'm not proud of it.
I concealed it still look at this mess
and all for naught.
Now it's time to start marching my way back to the city.
I am inconsequential.
But then again so are most of us.
Now it's time to let go of the meaning in this city.
Codify what's on the inside.
Feels vivid and wild
like I'm frozen in time.
Was once petrified by the option,
now I'm not.
I saw your name on the marquee.
Your friends were milling around outside.
I didn't want to be bothersome.
I didn't even want to be here.
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2. |
Burden of Knowing
04:12
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If I skipped forward maybe I could find
the first time I said your name right.
How was it I misunderstood
when you sounded perfect?
Could I be there too?
You were the one that should have been my song.
If I think backward using my hindsight
wonder if I got your aim right.
I stayed right through the storm that night.
Do you still seem perfect?
Could I be with you?
You were the one that should have been my song,
but it just wasn't that.
I'd never seen rain like that.
Umbrella blew out of your hand.
The wind took us below these streets.
We're covered.
Could I go back to that moment
you insisted that we stay?
Could I go back to that moment
and take it away.
Could I go back to that moment.
It's all I would ever want now.
If I could choose I would make you bear
the burden of knowing there's no one out there.
You were the one that should have been my song,
but it just wasn't that.
You were the one.
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Tell My Story
03:11
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I'll lose my senses one by one.
First goes sight and then goes touch.
My ears get tired and give up.
I'll lose my way,
hallucinate about yesterday.
Enumerate what's left:
just tasting air with each shallow breath.
Does darkness come from where I'm sitting?
(Is this an end that would seem best fitting?)
Or does it surround everyone and
some of us just found the fire?
A fate worse than fate:
to describe yourself as broken.
A fate worse than fate:
to repair yourself at all.
I can't tell my story.
I can't tell it right.
A fate worse than fate:
to describe yourself as broken.
A fate worse than fate:
to repair yourself at all.
I can't tell my story.
I can't tell it.
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Two Lights
03:40
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Two lights, two shadows cast,
each one fainter than the last.
How can I know there's only one of me out there?
There's not only one of you out there.
Two lights, two shadows cast.
Will I ever make it back?
How can I know if there's only one of me out there?
There's not only one of you out there.
Acclimating to the idea:
maybe this world's never needed me here.
But there's so much to wait for,
there's so much unknown.
Acclimating to the idea:
my motivations have never been clear.
There's no understanding.
There's so much unknown.
You'll walk it back.
Packed up my things into one bag.
I was rising.
It was my last chance.
Left a sad song
in a place where you won't find it.
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