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i am a lion
04:19
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we cut our teeth on second hand sofas, train lines and kitchen floors.
you're well read and better spoken.
i am the king of self preservation
writing on walls
station to station
you're breathing smoke into my lungs and scratching this birthmark off
say you'll save me
say anything
new year. new meaning.
i wish i was taller
the old days and new adventures
we're beautiful when we're joking
you gave me a box that housed the ocean
it's just like before
tokyo police club
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skulls
01:54
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we'd sing and we'd dance out of time
the light bouncing off all the buildings shows us what's inside
i've been uncertain
are you as cold as we know?
i'm waiting for the stars to come crashing down
call it quits or call it exciting
hear the marching bands play out
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zero
03:02
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this is not about subtext
nothing matters more than tv shows and '..capitals'
like i'd never hurt before
we'd come out swinging and sore
stop it. repeat. forever. still need it. homesick. you wanna? learning california.
i couldn't remember. was i stealing seconds? come on.
i need something to chew on
a little change is good
can you see it?
if we could just get obsessed
i think i might go blind
starting all these fires
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sick kid
04:03
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they told me not to bite my fingernails until i'm old enough
i'm sorry that i'm too scared to talk, but i'm to scared to talk to you
we're the last of this dying breed
history lessons and i'm faking drunk on compliments just for fun
alright, slow down
feel it stick to the roof of your mouth
this distance feels further now
too far
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daisy chain
02:00
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far from golden
can't you see i haven't washed my neck in weeks?
shutter speed. shutter speed.
i tried faking an argument and backing my best bet
round and round i'm running around
round and round
i'm running. running.
1992
it doesn't even make a difference
another wasted night
another wasted night
this tongue is tied by a string to this heavy heart
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we'd play american
weightless we'd sleep sprawled across this town
i stepped up surely to an impossible doubt
i wish i knew that voice a little better
i wish i knew that voice
driving doe eyed a million miles far
bend me. bend me.
roads wider than the sea oh the sea
can you feel it caving it?
get up. get out. go.
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7. |
fan fiction
02:41
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you got your palms wet deep in conversation
i gave it my best shot now call me the victim
i'm not feeling any better for what feels like forever
thunder and lightning just another second
hey darling i hate your favourite record
it feels like, summer
i heard a whisper, 'he thinks he's fucking clever'
i got a blister pretending that i'm better
take my hand and lead me somewhere i can sit and watch mallrats
x o x o
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lightness
03:31
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where's your sense of adventure?
this town is tired and running out light
no sweat, the kids are cool
i like your culture and you're all so beautiful
let's talk about luck
remember when we'd write gigantic?
hey do you wanna show your insides?
but what if you had the confidence?
we could talk writers and right arms
i'm so scared we might have something in common
catalyst
don't go through hell for this
i do. i swear i do.
almost always
like half an hour from small bones and getting late
my back is broken from the fall
say anything you're thinking
yeh i'd like a badge of honor
are you still starting something?
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gutterball
04:49
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holy molar we're getting older
i'd watch it each day in my head
killing time with enid and rebecca
our brains exploded
let's start again
she'd cast spells like there was no tomorrow
i wish we could still walk in slow motion
open my eyes to see a little further
we caught cold swimming out of our depths
a black hole. rewind. forgotten fingers.
another popcorn movie and we're better friends
like the best of friends
don't be a sucker
i'm sure it's something
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south of the border
03:30
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