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Wallet Chain
03:01
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Let's talk about how we hate everyone,
Let's talk about how we don't have friends anymore,
Every night's the same now,
And every day's the same now that I'm comfortably numb
I am comfortably numb,
And I can't find my way
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We're not dead,
We're just lying very still,
But we've buried ourselves in a maze of back roads,
And no one knows
We've lost a few limbs,
Callouses wearing thin,
It occurs to me that we probably look like zombies
We're not dead,
We're just lying very still,
Bury me in a tomb with a trapdoor and a flashlight
What if I told you we're moving on without a problem?
Shake the dust off our shoulders the way mustard gas blossoms,
I'm lying in a dark closet where my daddy keeps his shotgun,
I want to play shows across these states,
Just poke me in the ribs and you'll find,
I'm not dead,
I'm just lying very still,
We're not dead,
We're just lying very still
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Hands trembling in the dark,
I can't hold the weight of anything,
Eyes replaced by black voids,
I'll tell you what I see:
Not a fucking thing
Give me a second and let me think,
But like a stone,
My thoughts will surely sink
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4. |
Lake Huron
01:58
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I turned my collar to the cold lake wind,
But it cuts right through to me to you,
Michigan breathes with me,
Mitten exhales with me and inhales with me,
As I inhale
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5. |
Gold
03:10
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Twenty-one years,
I have been breathing carbon dioxide into the atmosphere,
Where does it all go?
Tell me where does it all go,
Lie to me and say it goes somewhere,
Just where, you don't know
My mistakes are etched in gold,
Faults lined up like words meant to mean something
Twenty-one years,
I have been walking aimlessly
I'm on my way up,
I'm on my way somewhere
My mistakes are etched in gold,
Scars lined up like words meant to mean something
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6. |
Small Talk
03:13
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Sun creeps up on my unsuspecting eyes,
And you're there and talking and I'm alone
Business first and blood comes second,
Every gray hair and tired glance weighs heavier and heavier,
Grades and classes are not my concern,
But you are because I love you;
Why can't I feel you love me back?
For twenty-one years I've been your son,
Why can't I feel you love me back?
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