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If We Should Part
04:28
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She's packed up all her bags, but she's not going anywhere, well no not yet. And the endless stares across dining room tables speak volumes for just what we're capable of. But she's picking at her food because no one really wants to choose when they feel lost. And at night I wish I could flick that switch, and change everything in my life, just for her. Can you hear this or should I turn it up a notch? I've got something important to say, and I'm screaming out my lungs. I'm sorry for the mess I made of everything that was, but you still hold bookends to my life so stay in touch. I know you hate it when I give myself to everything except for you. If you scratched at the meaning, I think that you would plainly see it's all for you. Every night I wish I could flick that switch and become an overnight success for you because then we wouldn't have these doubts for each of us to figure out, and that's the truth.
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Never Be The Same
04:13
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I've been waiting for forever just to touch your skin, and to hold you in so closely and tell you all you mean. I could close eyes and go to the night when we first met. In that cold November skyline, I still haven't forgot yet, but please don't say we're only good friends. In all honesty, I guess we'll never be the same. I've been waiting for the day when you finally catch my stare. I could pull you in so closely, and tell you how I care. I could blink my eyes and dream of the night of our first kiss. In that cold November skyline, so blue we won't forget.
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Our Last Charade
03:43
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I still remember that November and everything that you said. A broken heart. A broken arm. A broken promise in your front yard and I'm left feeling this way. I still remember that November, and the way your breath circled your face. When I feel we've reached our December, could this be our last charade? Have we run our course? Have we beaten that horse until it's dead? I still remember all your letters. Your every word said in vain, and the sweeter smell of your perfume. How I got lost in every word. I didn't want to hear the truth. I still remember that November, and every secret that you kept. When I feel we've reached our December, could this be our last charade?
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Figuring Out The Obvious
02:58
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Waiting on this setting sun. I wish that I could start over again, with a thought that no one wins. If it's all just smoke and mirrors, I watch it until our dreams just disappear, as we toast to a banner year. For figuring out the obvious way too late, and I'm ashamed. For figuring out the years way too late. I'm waiting on this setting sun with a note that reads, I cannot return again, and a thought that no one wins. If it's all just smoke and mirrors I'll watch it until our dreams just disappear, as we toast to these bitter years. For figuring out the obvious way too late, and I'm ashamed. For figuring out the years way too late.
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The Web We Weave
04:24
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Put on your shoes, forget your blues, and accept that we're all in the same place, leaving all of our dreams beside our beds, well isn't that a waste? It's the rare occasion when we're out living them. Don't you recognize any signs when you see them? Don't you hesitate just to get away while you still can? She puts on her face, forgets the ways that it's all supposed to be. She's hiding outside in broad daylight, well isn't that a shame? It's a rare example who's not plastic or fake. We live out our days on mid-day trains, just stuck in our commutes, meanwhile, our minds travel out from place to place. We can't free ourselves from this hollow tube. It's a rare occasion when we're actually free.
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The Crime Scene
04:37
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Write it down in picture books, then sign it with our favorite quote, when we wore it well. Now it seems misspelled. Enclose it with a photograph that shocks the eyes as time goes past to wear us down, and wear us out once again. So it seems that I'm not the only one with the pointed tongue. So I heard the story goes, that I'm not the only fool that ever got burned. As time goes by with no reply, we still don't have an alibi for this love. A crime's been done, but no one's charged, and I'm not the only one with my guard up. I still remember summers when we stood and counted every star as long as it took. Words won't bring you back. I never said they would. It's just our simple plan misunderstood. I'll write it down in picture books, this memory that we'll overlook as time goes past. It blurs so fast. When all the things you meant to me, get jumbled with our histories to wear us down and wear us out, once again.
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I'll Forget (acoustic)
04:12
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I'm banging on your door, but you're not home. The tenant said you moved a month ago. I wanted to say that I was all wrong. I just didn't know then where I did belong. Sometimes it's hard to ask the things that you want most. It's welling in my throat, the words I want to speak the most. I'm living in my past with every single step, and a voice inside that says, "just go back." I'll forget the memory of your lips. I'll forget the taste of our first kiss. I'll forget the way you used to smile. I'll forget the way it seemed worthwhile. It's been a while since I tried to track you down. Your memory still lingers around this town. I burning to say that I was all wrong this time, don't forget every single word I said.
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Pull the Cord
03:54
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I got your letter that you wrote to me. I got your phone calls there on my machine and this what you expected from me. Because it's kind of hard when I'm on and off, and a heart that's hardening on my sleeve, with this time and distance wearing down on all the things we used to hold so dear. Now I'm letting go. I'm pulling every punch that I can throw. So when you're picking up the phone, please pull the cord. Another year and it's still the same. I still can't get past the mention of your name. This grudge feels more like tradition to me. Plus it's kind of odd when I'm hot and cold, and I can't seem to manage my control. When those stupid things you do just wear on all the things we used to hold so dear. Now I'm letting go. I'm pulling every punch that I can throw. So when you're picking up the phone I'll pull the cord. Is this what you expected of me? Don't it make you make you feel so sad, to know that this was all we had, and there's no way of going back to what we had. So when you're picking up the phone, I'll pull the cord.
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Jawbreaker
03:19
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A broken dream. A broken night. A broken point of view to life, and I'm feeling so used up. Jawbreaker inside my car. I screamed every word so hard. I'd like to thank you, but I don't know where to start. This song's for those years I starved, and all those nights I slept in cars, way before I played guitar. This song's for those year's I wished I had a single home to miss, waiting for my life start. A crooked smile. A crooked spine. A crooked way to pass my time, and I'm feeling so abused. Twenty times around the block, I swear I've never felt so lost. In my vagrant's life, I dodged every single cop. This song's for those years I starved, and all those nights I slept in cars way before I played guitar. This song's for those year's I wished I had a single home to miss way before I played guitar.
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