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Alone by Choice
04:56
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Well, I didn’t know
That I even liked sitting still
That I’d be tranquilized
Now that it’s time to get up and go
And yet I wonder how
I always end up late
I hope the soup’s still warm
And the company is great
Alone in my head, I’ve got reservations on my expectation
With you standing there again, I don’t know what to do
I think this must be the feeling she gets when she’s alone by choice
Sitting in a waiting room
I hope I’ll never know
But now I can’t sit still
Because now I’m mesmerized
Yet, it’s funny how
Our classics get us by
Alone in my head, I’ve got reservations on my expectation
With you standing there again, I don’t know what to do
I think this must be the feeling she gets when she’s alone by choice
Sitting in a waiting room
I hope I’ll never know
Maybe we’ll grow old and quiet
Staring at a dream streamer wondering in silence
Why didn’t we live like this
There wasn’t time to kill
Are there new tricks to learn
Beating your heart into different shapes
Over and over again
I’m standing here again
You’re alone by choice,
Sitting in a waiting room
Is this the feeling you get
When you’re alone by choice
Sitting in a waiting room
Must be the feeling you get
When you’re alone by choice
Sitting in a waiting room
I’m sorry you have to know
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2. |
Your Sins
03:42
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Distorted thoughts
Overdrive my faulty reasoning
Your sins tend to be forgiven
You’re not a bad person, but
You let me down
Stay busy
Override the fear
Of being alone
Can you clear your head out on your own
Disconnected
From the idealistic
Wireless transmission of
What you wish was home
Is it so bad to be rained on
You tend to shelter up inside
When you’re scared to die
Distorted thoughts
Overdrive my faulty reasoning
Your sins tend to be forgiven
You’re not a bad person, but
You let me down
Stay busy
Override the fear
Of being alone
We’ll all go crazy doing what we’ve always done
Do we transpose sensation
Transfigure memories
Until we think that this is fun
As if you didn’t know it rains here
Sometimes it turns to ice
And as we slide
I hear you wishing that it was forever
The last day in September
You’ve got to let it snow
Distorted thoughts
Overdrive my faulty reasoning
Your sins tend to be forgiven
You’re not a bad person, but
You let me down
Stay busy
Override the fear
Of being alone
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3. |
The Meadows
04:21
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The boys are off to Vegas on a mid-noon flight
All aboard
Get the liquor flowing
Small talk about all that is right
With the other boys
With the shirts, with the collars
Looking to tune up
Kill a few hours
Share the best parts about who you left down below
In middle America
Covered in snow
What happens next will stay where it happens
Don’t have the guts to bring it home
What happens next will stay where it happens
Dishonesty beats being alone
In one ear and out of the other
Went what’s his name
He said “The stories, they’re all true.”
So, sin if you must
Maybe a lightweight
He’s spilling his guts now
About the powder he’ll blow
The breasts he’ll touch
The stewardess laughs at the dumb jokes he tells
She must really like him
He tips so damn well
What happens next will stay where it happens
Don’t have the guts to bring it home
What happens next will stay where it happens
Dishonesty beats being alone
Wager your sanity
Bring home a prize
Is this the best part of being alive
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Every day I kill myself a little bit more
I’m begging for change
Not like a homeless man
More like a bear who slept well
Well into the summer
So lie to me
Tell me you need nothing
Should we find out what will happen
If we leave the burner on
Can we start a fire
Or tell me that you hate me
Will it be easier
Sometimes I think so anyway
Sleeping in separate beds
Is it making anything better
It’s not better for me
Now I’m losing sleep
Will strange lust heal you
I collapse under the weight
So spot me
Will you
Should we find out what will happen
If we leave the burner on
Can we start a fire
Or tell me that you hate me
Will it be easier
Sometimes I think so anyway
We knew it would come to this
But we did it anyway
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5. |
Trophy Girls
04:15
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We’ve all got cameras in our pockets
Don’t worry
I’ll show you
How you’ve been missing out
From falling out
Don’t worry
I’ll show you
Feel that vibration
Who could it be
What does it say
About me
I couldn’t hold your attention anyway
Now I’m strolling past all of the trophy girls
On the town with the best dressed men
Face down in a hole
Curious about where else they could have been
Put that thing down and talk to me
I don’t know what to say either
But there has got to be
Something better than this
No longer surprised by a view of the world
A song about wistfulness
What is homesickness
My calmness is just a conflicting reaction, So
Finish my sentence and send me on my way
Strolling past all of the trophy girls
On the town with the best dressed men
Face down in a hole
Curious about where else they could have been
You could have been
Talk to me
I’ll wait
We’ll just laugh it off
Now I’m strolling past all of the trophy girls
On the town with the best dressed men
Face down in a hole
Curious about where else they could have been
You could have been right here at home
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