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Nothing to Me
02:37
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we fell in love
friday the thirteenth
our fathers' luck
means nothing to me
i drove past your old house on my way home
i don't know where you live now
i still remember the smell of your room
stolen cigarettes and broken curfews
friday the thirteenth
means nothing to me
i had a dream last night
i had a dream last night
we were in bed together again
i had a dream
i was sixteen you were older
we were sleeping under water
can you hear the waves break
can you hear my heart break underwater
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Weather on the T.V.
03:13
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she spends her days inside growing old
some day she will die, so it goes
i've wasted my whole life growing old
some day i will die, so it goes
she hates the way these walls look
like off-white impostors of upscale living
she hates the sound of her own voice,
the smell of her perfume, the taste of her own blood
heavy hearts stay in place
our blood is made of lead and concrete
i love the way her wardrobe
reflects the weather on the t.v.
i love the color of her hair,
the smell of her perfume, but i'll never love her
heavy hearts stay in place
our blood is made of lead and concrete
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3. |
Sleeping Alone
03:15
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i want you to remember the words that i wrote
in those letters that i sent from across the ocean
i want you to remember the way that i spoke
when you're old and gray and waiting to die
i've never seen the sunrise over the atlantic
everything i own fits comfortably in boxes
that line the walls of your apartment
everything you own fits comfortably in my heart
waiting for the day when we meet again
you've never seen the sunset over the pacific
when the lights go out on your side of the state line
will you still be able to sleep?
when the lights go out on my side of the state line
i'll still be sleeping alone
i want to rest my hand on your hipbone
where your leg fades into your torso
i want to travel by map
three folds in paper could bring you back
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when your heart starts to bleed
for the boy in the bottle
for your brother on the bridge
i wish you'd think of me
i wish you'd call me up
just to bring me down
i want to fall down
you used to sing to me
always out of key
but i don't give a shit
i still think about it
from time to time
more than i'd like to admit
i want to fall down
my life is an away game
you're here for the home team
and i'm just visiting
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Away Game is Kolin, Cole, Tyler, and Jorma
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