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Intro
01:56
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Deep Fields
04:50
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All of my friends are all astronauts but I still find hope, here on the ground.
From failure to fickle the years past but I’m still inside, searching for sounds.
Sometimes I just wish that you’d let me down.
Sometimes I just wish that you’d let me down.
Everyone’s talking in their sleep, except for me.
All of my friends are all cosmonauts and I’m back on Earth. Not much has changed.
I stare through the window, your eyes pass, locking with mine once out of frame.
And sometimes I just wish that things were the same.
Sometimes I just wish that things were the same.
Everyone’s talking in their sleep, except for me.
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Spaces
03:07
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God, you’ve gotta wonder if the spaces in between were meant for me.
Or you, your silent steps, your quite car, or the secrets that it kept.
And I know better than this; Your summer skin, those astronaut lips.
God you’ve gotta wonder if the spaces in the sky hold any ground,
or if the color of your lies could turn this thing around.
And I’m so sick of this; I’m so sick of this washed up town.
I wanna fill the spaces.
I wanna fill the spaces.
I wanna fill the spaces.
I wanna fill the spaces in between us.
Try to convince me that we’re far from home.
The stars will turn to city lights.
Try to mend your broken bones.
Well the days are turning into nights.
I wanna fill the spaces.
I wanna fill the spaces.
I wanna fill the spaces.
I wanna fill the spaces in between us.
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4. |
The Cut
02:35
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Systems failed, I crash landed my car, here we go again it’s back to the start.
Well I’ll take you out if you take me in, got a body like an hourglass; bottle of gin.
Everybody knows that the system’s broken, so we cover it up with a dollar bill.
Everybody’s tuning in tonight, come on and turn it up, come on and turn it up.
Everybody knows that the system’s broken, so we cover it up with a dollar bill.
Everybody’s tuning in tonight, come on and turn it up, come on and turn it up.
Cause it ain’t so bad if you’re making the cut.
Ohh my girl, you better take it slow, you know liars go to hell not Mexico.
I got money in the bank or they tell me so, but my red ledger book, it’s telling me no.
Everybody knows that the system’s broken, so we cover it up with a dollar bill.
Everybody’s tuning in tonight, come on and turn it up, come on and turn it up.
Everybody knows that the system’s broken, so we cover it up with a dollar bill.
Everybody’s tuning in tonight, come on and turn it up, come on and turn it up.
Cause it ain’t so bad if you’re making the cut.
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5. |
Plan B
02:32
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(When I saw you, I fell in love. But when you walked away, that was much more fun)
‘For me
Cause I’ve been losing grip on empathy,
I’ve been shuffling through the day like an Abercrombie zombie.
I’ve been so unsatisfied with the social system that I’m vaguely apart of.
And it’s got me thinking, what about the Air-force? What about the Dough?
What about those African kids for only pennies a day you can keep them alive
or keep them away! Cause god forbid you see anything sad.
You’ve got a second class house, and a first class dad.
I’m caught up in a net of political wealth, something is wrong with my head,
something’s wrong with my health. And I’m walking home again singing,
Ooooo, Ooooo, Ooooo, Who gives a damn?
I’m singin’
Ooooo, Ooooo, Ooooo, Who gives a damn?
This isn’t a song. I’m just trying to be real cause I get lonely at night,
and I’m afraid of what I feel. And everything is falling apart
and coming together at the same time.
So if you haven’t been paying attention it’s getting pretty hot outside;
Another slaughterhouse V. And everybody knows where Waldo hides.
Stop wasting your time. We’ve got crisis, cancer, dinosaurs.
What the hell are we here for? And I’m walking home again singing,
Ooooo, Ooooo, Ooooo, Who gives a damn?
I’m singin’
Ooooo, Ooooo, Ooooo, Who gives a damn?
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Home
04:16
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Darling, won’t you settle down.
Photographs of your home town in sepia tone.
I wanna come home.
And I’ve made a mistake or two, but I always come back to you
When I’m feeling alone.
I wanna come home.
Damsel, honey don’t be stressed.
Muster all your confidence in you and me.
I’ll try to believe,
That you were always worth the wait.
This heart of mine is yours to take regardless.
If I’m being honest.
Do you remember when you told me,
We were more than just a story; we were stars.
And since I left it’s got me thinking,
I wanna be where you are.
So give me just one more night.
And I can prove to you that I’m worth the mischief.
Another year gone and I’m so god damn tired.
No, I don’t wanna be alone.
So I’m coming home.
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8. |
Oneironautics
01:06
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Girl, I wrote you a letter. Stuck it in your suitcase.
Honey, if you’re reading this it’s much too late.
I know I’m kind of pretentious.
But I’m always getting better won’t you stay to the end?
Or just pretend.
And I’ll take you for granted, if you take away my heart.
We’re falling apart.
You’re always on my mind now.
I start to lose sleep but I never stop dreaming of you.
I guess nothing’s new.
Fingerprints on your window pane.
I try to keep my head in the game,
But I always lose.
And I’ll take you for granted, if you take away my heart.
We’re falling apart.
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Coffee Pot
01:26
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I should know by now that it’s harder to breathe,
When you’re not around.
And if I fall in love, you’ll say I told you so.
Not this time. No way, no how.
Do you recall? Do you recall?
The water rings on your mother’s things,
like her table top and the coffee pot.
When I came to visit in the spring.
Do you remember? Do you remember?
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11. |
When We Were Young
03:49
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You’re so cavalier.
I watched you walk with emotion,
When we were young.
We were both the same.
Collided with time, you and I.
When we were young.
We were both the same.
Naive at the time, you and I.
When we were young.
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12. |
Places In People
03:25
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My friends are the reason I stay in this town,
But sometimes I wish that they’d just let me down.
So I’d have a reason to get up and walk away.
But they don’t so I smile and just carry on.
It’s scary to think you were part of a song,
That I wrote when I left for the first time, but not quite the last.
I’m crowded in space, I’ve come unstuck in time.
But the journals I keep are no longer mine.
They mix up my words and make sense of the things I don’t know.
But something inside me just wants me to go.
A country to see or an ocean to float.
But I drown in the tide and I’m drunk by the weekend again.
(My friends are the reason I stay in this town,)
(But sometimes I wish that they’d just let me down.)
(So I’d have a reason to get up and walk away.)
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13. |
Constellations
03:26
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I’m all out again. You and I still try to stay young.
We both pretend that anything might occur,
or happen for a reason.
Canvas color dry, Turn the inlets to your kaleidoscope eyes.
Our parents gone, pretty soon we’ll be writing our own songs.
You know I always get it wrong. And I said,
Though we keep a clock, there’s no time where we’re going.
The second hand will stop, is it ever worth not knowing.
I wanna take you with me.
I wanna take you with me.
Rain is falling down, I’ll take cover in your voice; the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
And though the distance burns the ocean, it hurts my skin.
You always let me win. And I said,
Though we keep a clock, there’s no time where we’re going.
The second hand will stop, is it ever worth not knowing.
I wanna take you with me.
I wanna take you with me.
I wanna take you with me.
I wanna take you with me.
You can’t count the seconds, but you can count on me.
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14. |
Unfolding
01:30
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15. |
The End
07:20
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My old man used to tell me, “Hope it dangles on a string.”
Like slow spinning redemption. It’s kind of quiet now that you mention.
Well I’m wide awake and you’re fast asleep, roaming cities so discrete.
And I was kinda hoping that you’d stick around, maybe just for me.
Well the script is quick let’s not forget things that haven’t happened yet.
I’ve got my bags packed, I’ve got my bags packed.
You know me well enough, I’ve been up all night.
And I was kinda hoping that you’d stick around, and things would be alright.
Life is such a losing game, but I’ll make the most of what I’ve got.
Things fall apart, this tattered string of second thoughts.
And though we’ve got a ways to go, from dust to dust the stars that curve your smile,
they were mine once for a while.
And though I’ve never seen the world, the world was never one for me.
It’s so departed, I’ll pray to god knows what that I’ve got,
One more long ride home. My friends are in the backseat of a taxi.
Making me feel young again.
All things end.
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16. |
Vignette
00:24
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17. |
Visualizer
04:20
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You’re a one stop shop for an altercation,
And I’d expect one more congratulations.
I messed up cause I thought I had time,
But the truth is I never had a minute to spare.
Sometimes I regret that I left,
I’ve got long walks home, cigaret on my breath.
And I hope of just wish you had it in you to say.
I know, you understand.
I’ve been waging war between
Who I wanna be and what I see in you.
It just sucks I never had enough time
to say,
That you’re a one stop shop for an altercation,
And I’d expect one more congratulations.
I fucked up cause I thought I had time,
But the truth is, I never had a second to spare.
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