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02-20-12
01:04
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...and then I woke up. Why?
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Swan Dives
01:59
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when the hell did we lose our grip on the steering wheel of our own lives? too many risks! too many dives off of unclimbable cliffs. so much for the dream (they're never what they seem): just let off a little steam, we'll scheme to set all of this right. so much for everything we set in motion. all the doubt has nulled the notion that everything we do will be alright. so what the fuck was i thinking when i gave up all my hopes and dreams, decided to be the man i've become? where did i go wrong?
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48 Degrees
03:22
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welcome to the city where the roads all end before they reach a destination, where black & white aren't as obvious to an undiscerning eye. where pictures are only half developed, half negative but never by choice. this is the fear of desperation: summer ended last year and it never came back. this is the year of separation: where it was always 48 degrees. so would you call it desperation if the words seemed a little choked up? and would you call it desperation if i begged for roads never to end, for them never to end again and again?
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A Better Place
03:48
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within the heart there is a pathway to a place i've never been and even though i've seen it it will have been far too late. and in this place, nothing stays the same: roadtrips never end and sunsets never disappoint. and all the pretty girls smile back at me. a cough is just a clearing of the throat and death is not inevitable. it is with the utmost solemn approach to this, a place that i'm not fortunate enough to see. and i don't think that i ever will, i don't.
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Like Palindromes
03:52
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you're like a deer in the headlights waiting, anticipate the crash: it'll happen so fast, that you'll never get the chance to be anything you want. and i'm not at rest till i'm the very best at burning bridges that i struggled just to buy the lumber to build. so here's to FITTING IN. and the STRUGGLE OF GIVING BACK to the world. tell me, was it worth it? please tell me, god, was it really worth it? don't call me out, just chain me in, i know these thoughts were manufactured by machines, meticulously formed by robots. so don't call me out for all my flaws (defy every unspoken law) i'm still the best bet, (i'm still the best bet.) don't call me out, just chain me in, i know. you're like a deer in the headlights waiting, anticipate the end: how our wills will bend! when the machines take over and emotion's just a variable. ((don't call me out, just chain me in. i know.)) don't call me out, just chain me in. i know. (((don't call me out, just chain me in. i know.)))
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This Is It.
03:46
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where does this leave me? a broken man at 24. out the door, thrown straight to the wolves. at least i've got this smile i can fake, though my time to be positive has passed, i've outgrown the smile like the sky outgrows the sun. behind the landscape is pure, unbridled darkness. i am indifferent. i am a snake, i am restrained. i'm the bastard son of regret & neglect. i am a fake, my life defiled... i never thought that i'd get this far in life. and we've gone too far to be so far gone. we've gone too far to be so far gone. all we needed to have a good time was just to have a fucking good time. we may not be much, we may not have jobs but we still know what it means to (do what you believe in). just understand, you're not the man your father wanted you to be. but understand, without that plan, you're nothing more than a mess. ((i am a snake, i am a fake. i've made mistakes, but i'll make it up.)) and maybe someday, "i know we'll all be fine." i never thought that i'd get this far in life. i never thought that i'd get this far...
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Denver
03:13
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follow me, right this way, where were you on the night in question? don't answer this, anything you say can and will be used against you. and anything we want you to say can and will be used against you. this is not a test: don't try to escape we need a scapegoat. keep your fucking mouth shut or we'll keep it closed for you. welcome to your new home, your new cell. welcome to your own personal hell, where daylight won't ever reach your eyes again: get used to it. don't try to escape, we need a scapegoat.
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Ante Up!
04:48
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I'll wait here at the cliffs, just past sunset. You made a bet that you could race me, race me (Around the world). Your ship versus mine: you never had a chance. You never had a chance. I'll wait here at the cliffs, I just passed sunset. Flipping coins into the ocean like eyes that sink straight into addiction. Where were you that night? And where are you now? Where were you that night? And where the fuck are you now? And now I'm waiting at the edge of the earth. And I'm stuck somewhere between a falcon and a dream. Someone had to win and I know it won't be you: I just never thought it'd be me. Three sheets to the wind, there ain't nothing between me and the sky now. But that night, you never came. The news hit harder than a crash into the sea. You were gone. You were never coming back. And now I'm stuck somewhere between a falcon and a dream. Ante up! Someone had to win and I know it won't be you: I just never thought it'd be me. And now I'm waiting at the edge of the earth and I'm stuck somewhere between a falcon and a dream. (Three sheets to the wind: there ain't nothing between me and the sky now.) I'll wait here at the cliffs just past sunset.
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Latin Tongue
04:19
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it's just a sinner at the center of an old cold train watching moment after moment as things pass him by. it's been stated that he's jaded, light's been faded into dark, so he embarks on a journey he's attorney to himself. left his matches on the shelf, damn, i guess the smokes are useless. it's just a sinner at the center of an old cold train, just a sinner at the center of an old cold world. now all our bets are off and all restraints are off. now here i am, just a sinner at the center of it all. i've been sent head first straight to oblivion. and i haven't got a ticket so now i'm stuck, and the train left the station it's just my luck. i'm going nowhere, going fast, stuck somewhere between here and the past. it's time to move, yeah, but i don't know what's left to prove or even what to show of myself of the goddamn things (of all the mistakes) i took for granted. is this the real life? is this just tragedy? caught in a landslide, i've escaped from reality. is this the real life? is this just tragedy? i'm just a poor boy but there's nothing easy about this. easy come, easy go, easy come, easy to let go.
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this is history: all our moments collected and remembered. we've waited for you to arrive. dear moments: come join the party with us. tonight we dance on a glass bottom boat with shoes made of diamond and we won't think twice, because if history has proven one thing, it's that past mistakes can one day be (future achievements). this is history: all our moments collecting dust, and revised time & again... we've waited for you. but alas; the party's come to a halt. it was not the diamond shoes that sunk the boat, but the passengers themselves. there was not enough boat and far too many drunken fools, so drunk on power, who wanted to test the glass bottom with their shoes made of diamond. this is history: all our moments collecting dust and revised time & again. and we've waited so damn long for the ship to sink, for the ship to sink, for the party to end, and the ship to sink, because of fools and diamond shoes, the foolish diamond shoes. and therefore: the ship had sunk. and therefore: the party ended.
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3:21 A.M.
01:32
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All I did was go upstairs, take a shower, and put on Envy's Recitation from start to finish. 3:21 AM 11-21-10.
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11-21-10
11:12
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I've got this ringing in my ear, it's a reminder of the fear that I don't wanna wake up in the morning without you. So sing me, just sing me back to sleep, and I'll dream of days where you were standing here. Sing a song so soft, so sweet, so soothing to my ear. You couldn't be, you shouldn't be any further from here. Sing a song so soft, so sweet, so soothing to my ear. You've always been, you'll always be, my favorite year. Do you remember all the days that you would take me out to cities that I had never been to? When we watched the Sixth Sense, it made you cry, and in that moment, it made me know how much you cared (about everything) about everyone (about the ones you love) about nothing at all. Sing a song so soft, so sweet, so soothing to my ear. You couldn't be, you shouldn't be any further from here. Sing a song so soft, so sweet, so soothing to my ear. You've always been, you'll always be my favorite year. Well tell me, mom... how much did you laugh when you saw the circumstances of 11-21-10?
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