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Listen Up Now
03:51
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She said if you love me
You’d say it after all
I’m not the one that you want, I’m the chill that turns your summer into fall
And yes, this is taxing
Good God, it gets hard
And trust me darling, I don’t see how we’ll make love from our war anymore
So, listen up, now
Is this what you want, now?
I said if you love me
You’d say it after all
I’m not the one that you want, am I just another hand for you to hold?
So, listen up, now
Is this what you want, now?
And will you tear it from the hands of all these vices you adore
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2. |
Stuck in the Middle
03:25
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Last I heard you were gonna grow your hair out
You said “it’s been a while” and you thought I’d like it long
I must say I’m partial to the colour
But darling, there’s a few things you got wrong
Maybe you’re right and we could never work this out
dammit, don’t you wish we really tried?
With all your talk of leaping off together
You couldn’t get yourself to even close your eyes
And now you’re stuck in the middle of me
Can’t seem to figure this one out
You’re stuck in the middle of me
Lately I’ve been waking up too early
This morning was another 2 or 3
It’s not enough to fill my daytime hours
This head makes sure that you won’t ever leave
And now you’re stuck in the middle of me
Can’t seem to figure this one out
You’re stuck in the middle of me
You’ve got your vices and I’ve got mine
Such a simple excuse for how she watched me die
You’ll find another, just give it time
But will she love you the way that makes you feel alive?
Remind me how I never was your lover
Just another one to fill the space between
It’s hard to feel like I was just a number
But it’s harder to believe you still love me
And that I’m stuck in the middle of you
Can’t seem to figure this one out
I’m stuck in the middle of you
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3. |
Clouds
03:49
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She taught me love was just a fleeting act of God
Given grace we might forget just who we are
Maybe it’s easier if we don’t have to face
The fact that I’m already alone, yeah, we’re already alone
My God, my God, how we speak the words.
You’re a thousand miles away but tonight you feel much farther than that
I can pretend like I’ve seen your face
But the clouds are in the way, are they still filled to the brim with your grace?
Walk like the dead we try to fake awake
Like when I drive with my knees, so my hands don’t freeze
There’s a hole inside my pocket where my apathy hides
There’s a couple ways to live, there’s only one way to be alive
And when the rain comes down, we’ll stay indoors
When the floodwater comes, we’ll keep off of the floor
I can pretend like I’ve seen your face
But the clouds are in the way, are they still filled to the brim with your grace?
And every year you throw away your old calendars but before you do,
You copy out the birthdays from those party’s you were never invited to
And you hope, this time they’ll remember you
Yeah, you hope, this time they’ll remember you
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4. |
This is the End
03:49
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This is the end of everything we had,
The end of everything we had,
Without you, I’m not sure who I am
And though we spoke of everywhere we’d go
We spoke of everywhere we’d go
Without you, I’m not sure where I am
We talked about the places we’ve been
I’m not going back without you
We talked and talked for hours,
Did we ever say a thing?
You told me that you love me,
Was I even listening?
To the way you made my voice sound
The way you made it sing
We talked and talked for hours
Did we ever?
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5. |
Everett
03:19
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Can you stand
How everyone’s talking about all the places they used to be
How everyone’s talking about all the places they want to be
And I’m still here I can’t seem to take what’s in front of me
At that age
Can you stand
How everyone’s talking about all the places they used to be back they were sixteen
Their life spread out, just picture the scene
Where the landscape looked like you and me
The paths all lead to where I could see
But now I’m stuck beneath this canvas of leaves
The paths unclear and the way’s unseen
I used to sleep all night before I met you,
Used to dream about a place where everything was new
Before the world faded grey in my eyes,
I swear there was a time I wasn’t colorblind
But now I’m staring at a tv for a chance to escape,
a life I’ve built with irregular shapes
Because the bricks don’t fit
The window won’t close
The faucet drips but the drain is clogged
Can you stand
How everyone’s talking about all the places they used to be
How everyone’s talking about all the places they want to be
And I’m still here I can’t seem to take what’s in front of me
At that age
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6. |
Gates
04:53
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We stood outside the house where you lived
We talked about what it was like
The last time you felt alive
Took my hand and held it
All I could do was be silent
Whispering smoke out of our lungs into thin air
Asked me if we should burn it,
Asked if we could burn it to the ground
All of your memory’s ashes
All of our memory’s are ashes now
Please just wake up.
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7. |
Coffee Cheques
03:42
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I want to wash out every inconsistent city we built
Spilled out on the carpet once was white it now resembles our lungs
Tried to wash it out but, oh my darling, we’re just getting far more
Finding out the distance I was wrong
Really brings a man down
The cigarettes, coffee cheques, just a shadow of what’s stuck in our heads
You live life like it’s something I can’t see
(The cigarettes, the coffee cheques, just a shadow of what’s stuck in our heads)
Walk like the dead and it’s somewhere I can’t be
(The cigarettes, the coffee cheques, just a shadow of what’s stuck in our heads)
We ripped our souls and clothes off, baby steps, regrets became routine
Teenagers we once were, not a single clue of what we would lose
When you broke my heart, I felt my love for you turn bitter to hate
Losing all the better parts of me, really brings a man down
The cigarettes, the small regrets, just a shadow of what’s stuck in our heads
You live life like it’s something I can’t see
(The cigarettes, the coffee cheques, just a shadow of what’s stuck in our heads)
Walk like the dead and it’s somewhere I can’t be
(The cigarettes, the coffee cheques, just a shadow of what’s stuck in our heads)
And when your beauty fades then what will you have left?
You’re running, you can’t catch your breath
And though you try to run and hide from your regrets
The cigarettes, the coffee cheques, just a shadow of what’s stuck in our heads
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8. |
Squeaky Wheels
03:34
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Squeaky wheels and forward motion I got somewhere to go
Squeaky wheels and forward motion I got somewhere to go
And you speak to me like you’re someone I don’t know
Squeaky wheels and forward motion you got somewhere to be
Somehow, I can tell it’s got nothing to do with me
And you speak to me like you’re someone I don’t know
You’re someone I don’t know
You’re someone on the run
You’re someone I don’t know how you can do what you have done
Squeaky wheels and forward motion I got somewhere to go
Lover, from the edge now I’m sinking like a stone
You speak to me like you’re someone I don’t know
You’re someone I don’t know
You’re someone on the run
You’re someone I don’t know how you can do what you have done
You’re someone I don’t know
You’re someone on the run
Lover, from the edge I’m still sinking like a stone
Squeaky wheels, a couple days and you got someone knew
Like to breathe again, I’m having some trouble getting over you
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9. |
The Hard Way
03:16
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If you like discovering new things the hard way
a black and white driveway
broken up by lines in the sand that show you everything you should have done when you were 18
is it too late to turn back and find out where it was you started going out your-
mind your manners, classrooms, church pews
the doors that you opened are now closing behind-
the stairs is where you’d hide your menthol cigarettes,
coffee cheques, small regrets
a misplaced word here and there, an overheard swear
Should I stay home, pick up the phone, call unknown
leave a message say you’re trying but still I don’t see you trying
and now nobody sees what you want seen
you’re too busy telling yourself what you won’t be
I’m sorry dad, but the son you had is now lost somewhere in between
I don’t know what it feels like
living life, growing up and dying the fast life,
I know it’s hard, I’m sure you gotta get a routine
carpe diem, each day, like you’re not just stuck between
where you are and where you want to be
believe in something
have a dream? make it happen
if you fail, that’s fine, at least you tried hard
throw it down, just make a sound
Should I stay home, pick up the phone, call unknown
leave a message say you’re trying but still I don’t see you trying
and now nobody sees what you want seen
you’re too busy telling yourself what you won’t be
I’m sorry dad, but the son you had is now lost somewhere in between
If you like discovering new things the hard way
a black and white driveway
broken up by lines in the sand that show you everything you should have done when you were 18
Should I stay home, pick up the phone, call unknown
leave a message say you’re trying but still I don’t see you trying
and now nobody sees what you want seen
you’re too busy telling yourself what you won’t be
I’m sorry dad, but the son you had is now lost somewhere in between
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10. |
Pale White Light
03:31
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Pale white light, pale white light,
Just look at them laughing
Pale white light, pale white light,
Just look at them laughing
And God forbid that we should work this out,
Cause in the morning we’ll find that we’re still too drunk to drive
Pale white light, pale white light,
Just look at them laughing
Pale white light, pale white light,
Just look at us laughing
And God forbid that we should work this out,
Cause with a girl on your arm, I guess it’s time to move on
(but we won’t move on)
Some people learn to love and let go
Some people grow up, but we’re just getting older
We’re spending all our days just stuck in the middle
Trying to find a way to shut that door
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