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Find Yourself
01:50
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Find yourself at the end of your wit
Find yourself digging a ditch where you can lay
Find yourself in the gutter
Find yourself somewhere new every day
Because a person is like a bath
And baths have to be drained
Find yourself in the world
Find yourself without a girl you can love
Find yourself feeling all alone
Find yourself in a house where no one’s home
Because a person is like a bath
and baths need to be drained
Because a person is like a thought
and thoughts got to be explained
Because a person ain't a person
until they felt love and shame
Because a person is just a bath that's gotta to be drained
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2. |
When You're Gone
02:21
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I am incomplete
I am not enough
I am kissing your feet
I am not pure enough
I am wearing a dress
I took off all of my clothes
I caressed your head
Funny how the time slows
When you're gone
When you're gone
I need an hour to last a minute
When you're gone
I am over-joyed
I am not satisfied
I crave the thing
That imitates your supply
I am not enough
My hands and arms are too weak
I am over-joyed
I am not satisfied
When you're gone
When you're gone
I need an hour to last a minute
When you're gone
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All your heroes will let you down
Tomorrow will be the same as today
Yesterday will be the same as tomorrow is today
Nothings ever going to change
Nothings ever going to change
Oh the light will stay dark
The sound will stay soft
And everyone around will never want to talk
They never want to talk
All your heroes will let you down
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As I’m sitting upon this rock
I’m thinking about all that I’ve got
And it makes me so sad when I
Fell empty and wasted inside
I’ve been giving too many things
I can’t keep living clean
A wise man would tell you that possession don’t mean much
But when you have everything what is your crutch
I have no reason to feel dead inside
But when I look around I cannot find the light
I’ve been giving too many things
I can’t keep living clean
Approach my table and I’ll tell my tale
Lend me your attention and I will spill
I will not speak first or ignite contact
But if you approach me I’ll open like a bag
I have no reason to be dead inside
When I search there is no light
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5. |
Going to Spain
01:20
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I love you Colin
Written By John Darnielle:
It's heaven up here
But it's heaven down there!
And you're gonna leave me
Now I don't care
It's heaven outside
But it's heaven indoors
Well, go on and leave me
I don't care any more
I hear the airplane coming!
I hear the airplane coming!
I hear the airplane coming, now
It can't touch me
I see you going up the little stair
Go on and board the plane
I don't care, I
I see you hold his hand
I see you wave goodbye
I don't know you anymore
So I'm not going to cry, now
I see the airplane coming!
I feel the airplane coming!
I hear the airplane coming, now
It can't touch me
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6. |
Cautiously
01:35
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I feel like I’m dead
I feel like I can’t breathe inside
I feel like I’m raw
I feel like I’m feathered and I’m tarred
I feel I’m depressed
I feel like I'm wrapped in a wedding dress
I feel that I’m gay
I feel that the thoughts, they won’t go away
I feel like I’m like you
I feel I’m too easily amused
I fear you're like me
Romanticizing death cautiously
To comfort me
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7. |
Afterglow
03:08
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I am not comfortable in my own skin
But you already knew that
Never needed a lot of friends
But you already knew that
I’m trying to live as pure as I can
But you already knew that
I don’t like money or possessions
And I don’t want to deal with your problems
I know I sound like a dickhead
But you already knew that
I’m trying to live as pure as I can
But you already knew that
The silent hiss of the radio
My self hate don’t plateau
I’ll be here long after you go
There’s no pleasure in an after glow
I don't think you knew that
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8. |
When I Hide Behind Doors
02:41
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I’m alright
Don’t worry
I know you might
But don’t worry
Comfort in a room
Dark as the sea
Hold my calls
And fade with me
I want out
Hold me to the flames
Burn off my hair
It’s falling out anyway
I could care less
where my body goes when I die
Study me in the lab
or leave me out to dry
Cut the chord
And listen to me sing
When I hide behind doors
My music is offering
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Alex Beckman Indianapolis, Indiana
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