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I Pity the Tool
03:57
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This wasn't my wish for your life, remember? I shared my joys with you. And I feel the pain, cause I know the pain of being cast out. You left me behind. You used to be a good man (and I know you've had a horrible year) but you're acting deplorable, man, you've got to play with the hand you've got. You're brilliant, you're the prodigy, you're the golden boy, shedding your light on us. You're precious, you're the prodigy, you're the golden boy, shedding your light on us. You're not golden, you're just a prodigal son. All you've got now is a hatchet and some fire, you're a sharp-tongued, grudge-holding, self-centered never-has-been.
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300 Days
04:41
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I've been thinking about today for the past 300 days, but the picture in my head never was quite this way. Now the time has come for you to leave me behind. Part of me feels like I've already been left, but the other part says that I'm the one who's gone.
Keep in touch and remember the times we had together: all the summer days and the Friday nights, from the rigid storms to the gilded heights. Anticipation is drowning me. It was over when the end revealed itself to me.
I can hear your footsteps from where I sit, and your pace makes me nervous. I'll come over later and we'll do some talking and maybe some forgetting.
This could be the last night I ever spend with you, so let's drink to our health and let's drink to our youth. All those times when I was silent, I thought you'd like not to hear me. All those times I never called you, I was too scared to win an old friend. Tonight could be the last night.
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Running Out
05:59
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Campfire
02:12
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I like the way we move around the campfire. I like the way we can see the stars, past the town, above the trees. I like our precarious site: the edge that we once saw but then lost site of when the sun lost site of us. I'd like to hold your hand now that the others are gone.
Maybe I'll sing you a song-maybe we'll all sing you a song, but you won't sing back or even along.
I'm but a clock and every week is but one day deep. You're a part of it. Little seems to change, every week is but one day deep. You're a part of it.
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Shakeetz
03:09
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Perspective is the key. I must have caught you out of context, cause you're not who I thought you would be.
You were enchanting to me, an enigma in a red dress. The sheep in wolf's clothing made a fool of the skeptic and a mocker of the scoffer. I reminisce and ponder often, where would we be if maybe I had said less?
Obligation brought us both to each other and separation's gonna tear us apart. Accept it, it's gonna. Situation's not a permanent solvent, it dries and cracks and crumbles right as it starts. It's over, don't fight it.
I am the wasp bidding farewell to the hummingbird, once the flower bed has dried up, unaffected. But the leaves and the petals of the daffodil carry residue from both of us. This circumstance has bound us together, but split all the fibers loose if you'd rather. We won't be keeping in touch.
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Lost At Sea
04:43
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I'm afraid that I've lost it, that I'm left here by myself, that I've misplaced my faith again. Just say you'll be by me always. Where'd you go? We'll find a way to make it home if you're with me. But if you're not, I'll find a way to make this home. Don't you leave me standing still! Near the lake behind your house, a memory passed lies fast asleep.
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Time
07:41
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Time to let go your dreams. The past has bound you like a chain. As the sunbeams spread through the blinds to kiss your cheeks, it's clear they won't be.
You don't know the difference between this week and the last. Your skin is getting older but your heart is in the past. A dream deferred turning to a life deterred.
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Shrugs n Kisses
05:34
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Full of confusion, with nowhere to turn, I'm floating - wandering all about. Could it be that my time is running out? No more excuses. It is what it is and we've not been successful. I'm sick of all the promises, so empty and washed out. Full of resentment, with bridges to burn, I'm coming. Better prepare yourself to get what you deserve.
I never knew that this is how it would be. Everybody's distant. Thought it was them, but maybe it's me. Wanna go back to the way I was before, but for one reason or another I always run when I run into an old friend at the store. I never knew that this is how it would be. My past is like a bad guest, showing up uninvited and bothering me.
Never knew I'd be feeling so alone. Never knew I'd be stranded on my own. I never knew.
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Mantle Clock
05:54
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The quilt around our car is soft and dark and dry. The buttons look like stars. The seams convey a form, like pictures in the sky. There's solace in the storm. The teardrops on the hood resemble falling rain. Our quiet mood is good. Sing me the whole way home.
The song that I hear I recognize, but it is not mine. (Your words don't seem to fit) The earth comes to a halt as if we had finally arrived. The screen door is shut, the main door unlatched just as always in case of a night like today, or a hazy and soft day like tonight. The clock on the shelf is vivid and loud and it's stoic. Each tick is in time with the beat. You don't love me but you won't show it. My form on the couch is comfortable, limp and unchanging. Outside, leaves are drifting away almost as if they were my thoughts
The mantle clock is fading now, sing me to sleep.
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