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Hiding Out
03:31
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I felt justified in my actions
By what I supposed yours to be
But then the truth came out
And that truth shit never sits that well with me
So now I'm hiding out in Rockvale
It feels a little bit like home
I ain't gettin' any closer to the real thing
So just leave me alone
Leave me alone
These nights always leave me spinning
But I wish these nights would just let me be
I wish that she would just let me close my tired eyes
I wish the night to set me free
And every morning I'm disappointed
That I woke up or that I even slept at all
Hey, boys, don't you feel like we're wasting our time
Wasting our summers with our falls
So now I'm hiding out in Rockvale
It feels a little bit like home
I ain't gettin' any closer to the real thing
So just leave me alone
Leave me alone
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Memorial Day
04:27
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It’s Memorial Day, 2084. It’s been a hundred years since I was born. And I wonder if there’s anyone who will remember me. Who will see to it that my grave is swept clean?
Will they say I dug my bootheels in, and refused to give up the ghost? Did I hold tight to this temporary thing? Or did I just lie down with that night train roaring in my ears, and close my eyes to dream the endless dream?
It’s Memorial Day, 2084. It’s been a hundred years since I was born. And I wonder if they’ll be around who can breathe a letter of my name. Will the world go on spinning just the same?
Will a great tremor run through the earth, will the oceans turn to steam? Will all the songbirds forget all their songs? No, the stars will just laugh and shine, the tide will rise and fall, and everything will go marching on.
It’s Memorial Day, 2084. It’s been a hundred years since I was born. And I hope that they speak of me with love and not with shame, cuz I’d rather be forgotten than be blamed.
Will all my tattoos fade to dust, as all my words and all my deeds? All memory that I ever even lived? Will all of the saddest girls turn their backs to my stone, or will they find it in their hearts to forgive?
It's Memorial Day.
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Misanthrope
04:35
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Eye contact has become such a chore. I just wanna stay stoned, stoned and on the floor. I know enough girls, don't wanna meet anymore. When did I get so bored? And when did I become such a misanthrope?
I go to a party where there's no one that I know, I just wanna hang out in the corner with the stereo. I don't got no topics of conversation, man, leave me alone. I'm begging you, can we please go home? And when did I become such a misanthrope?
Well, congratulations, this is all of your fault. I used to blame it on my bad decisions, until you got involved. I'm only happy when I'm alone, my veins clogged up with resin. And if Hell is other people, man, I better get to Heaven.
When did I become such a misanthrope?
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Shitty
04:35
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I don't wanna love. I just wanna be loved.
Let's make it right, but not tonight.
I'm trying my best to get fucked up by myself, I don't need your help anymore.
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Lycanthrowup
03:00
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Here she comes, she don't trust anyone
She don't trust anyone, what's happened to her?
She loves the words and all the sentiment
But how will she feel when it's starting to hurt?
Well, hell, we don't need anyone
We're strangling the bird and we're burning the bush
Two can play at your game, but only one can play at mine
We're howling into the night like a pack of fucking wolves
So there you go, you don't trust anyone
You don't trust anyone, what's happened to you?
You love the words and all the sentiment
But how will you feel when we're aiming for you?
Well, hell, we don't need anyone
We're strangling the bird and we're burning the bush
Two can play at your game, but only one can play at mine
We're howling into the night like a pack of fucking wolves
It's a quiet night, I feel my spine begin to crack
I feel my teeth are getting sharp, my eyes are turning red
It's a perfect night, I hate to throw it all away
By swallowing my teeth and dying in your bed
Well, hell, I don't need anyone
I'm strangling the bird and I'm burning the bush
Two can play at your game, but only one can play at mine
We're howling into the night like a pack of fucking wolves
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6. |
Remind Me Who I Am Again
11:13
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I want to go out walking, out where it's just me and the stray cats. And I want to go out walking, until I wear these old shoes to the bone. And I want to go out walking, out past all the flags and the borders, where it's just colors and memories borne aloft on that sad summer breeze.
Remind me who I am again. Oh, remind me who I am.
There's something that I need to see, something coming with the Spring. Limestone with green moss, wet from that warm spring rain. And all those little green hopes, pushing aside the mud. All my little green hopes climb to their absolution in the sun.
Remind me who I am again. Oh, remind me who I am.
And when I know you, I will walk all the way home to you. But I've a feeling that by the time I know where I'm going I will already be dead and gone. So bury me beneath that cedar tree behind your little yellow house. Plant some lilacs over me, and then only you and the crows will know.
Remind me who I am again. Oh, remind me who I am.
I would give it all up for one last breath standing in salt water and sand, for what am I but my size-11 footprints to be washed away with the tide and the wind. And I'll stare at that horizon, where the sky and the sea melt to a nuclear blue. And I'll pray for the strength to close my eyes and accept what I already know to be true.
Remind me who I am again. Oh, remind me who I am.
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