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From Here on Out
02:48
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no more songs about dying and no more girls. no more running backward down hallways trying to build a world. no more phone calls unanswered. no more details to observe. no more songs about dying and no more girls. no more songs about heartache and no late nights. no more cough syrup and no more of these drunken fights. no more silly, stupid games. no more anxieties to blame. no more songs about heartache and no more late nights. no answers to find, no more reasons to try, and no more year-old high school lies. no more songs that feel lonely and no more shit. no more running, empty gun and broken wrist references. no more thoughts i’ve always had. no more time i can’t get back. no more songs that feel lonely and no more shit. no answers to find, no more reasons to try, and no more year-old high school lies. no more songs that feel lonely and no more shit.
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Lost Canyons
02:41
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i don’t want to be me anymore. i don’t know what it is i’m looking for but it’s not here. i’m tired of being lost without you. i don’t know what it is i’m supposed to do but it’s not here. and i hate to look. i don’t have what it takes but it took. and i hate to hide, but sometimes…
i don’t want to be me or what that means. i don’t know what it is these people see but it’s not here. i cut my hair and i wrote some songs. i don’t have all the words to sing along, they’re just not here. and i hate to look. i don’t have what it takes but it took. and i hate to hide, but sometimes…
i don’t want to be me. i don’t want to be home. i don’t know where i’m going or what is wrong. be it some san francisco or Mozambique, i don’t want to be here. i don’t want to be me.
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Schizophrenic Love
02:06
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i am here for you. this much i thought you knew. but here’s not where i want to be, i want to be there. i am all you need (or that’s what i’m pretending.) why do i live here? why can’t i disappear to you? things i don’t want to dream come at me in my sleep and it’s not fair. but i don’t think the things i dream care. i am all you want, whether we believe it or not. don’t i sound sincere? why can’t i make this clear to you and disappear to you?
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This Song
02:45
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i’m not looking to break anybody’s heart, but it’s been a while now that we’ve been apart. when you’re dropping notes in my car, where do i even start? i’m not looking to lead anybody on, but it’s been a while now that you’ve been gone. when you’re picking us out a house it’s hard not to have my doubts. so hey, anybody! have you seen what’s going on? i never thought i’d have to write this song. i’m not trying to build some brave new world, but it’s been a while now since you’ve been “that girl.” when we’re kicking it on the beach it’s hard not to grab what’s in my reach. so hey, anybody! have you seen what’s going on? i never thought i’d have to write this song. i never thought i’d have to play along. i never had considered i could be wrong.
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Build Me a Stage
02:34
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build me a stage so i can put on this play and take all the proceeds away for the fun of it, for the funds with which we will rob a bank. then we’ll lave this place, do just what we want and run from the cops. but we won’t get caught. no, i promise not. let me go home, speak in mumbled monotone and know that we don’t all get old. for the kicks and grins, the kids we’ve been, all those sunny days (we’ve got no time to waste), live our every dream. we’ll do everything if you just believe in you and me. i wanted to prove i’m a robot with a use. sorry if it sounds sweet, i’m just not obsolete.
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I Built You a Robot
02:25
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i just want to run. i don’t want to give up. head toward the horizon and that setting sun. i just want to live like i always did in pictures in my head when i was a kid. i needed to prove i’m a robot but so are you. sorry if it sounds sweet. i’m sorry, but that’s just me. sometimes i feel like a train travelling in vain; it’s all forward progress but everything looks the same. i just want to go somewhere i’m unknown with four walls and a roof that i can call my home. i needed to prove i’m a robot but you already knew. sorry if it sounds sweet. i’m sorry but that’s just me. i’m sorry.
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Kaitlyn
02:11
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kaitlyn, i had made you my dream. now i’m impatient, demanding that you do everything i decide is right. and i know i’ve pushed you away but i still hope you come back anyway. kaitlyn, i ran right off the tracks, dancing barefoot behind your back. i want to love you but this habit, i can’t quit. you still come to mind daily. oh what a mess you have made me, kaitlyn. kaitlyn, i intended such good then went and did what we knew i would. now i’m lost and all your friends are talking shit, but no one hates on me quite as much as i do personally. i almost ran away that night. i took to lost canyons, switched off the lights. i want to give up but i can’t quit you. so tell me, kaitlyn, what to do.
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Too Many Girls
02:44
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there’s too many girls, too much time, not enough places for me to hide, too many ways this could end up, like, “that’s your secret,” “that’s who’s waking me up.” there’s too many smokes, not enough jokes. there must be to many breakers ‘cause i’m too much broke. there’s too much to do; it’s too bad i can’t. there’s too many tools that aren’t the right tools here in my hands. and i say, “hey, wait for me.”
there’s too many words that don’t get used. is it too much me or not enough you? there’s too many ends i don’t want to meet, one too many reasons for this sense of defeat. too often i’ve tried, too many times, so i’ve stopped walking forward and i’m stepping aside. there’s too many girls, it’s not what i need. there are too many goods here in this life that are no good to me. and i say, “hey, wait for me.” i say, “hey, don’t you see?” i say, “hey, wait for me.”
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Captain and a Half
03:31
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we were a sinking ship with weak anchors that couldn’t get a grip, all tossed up and washed along the shore. and i don’t know just what the point is anymore. we were two castles in the sand, too weak to stand the matters at hand. i was a captain and a half, but what the use with no compass and a torn up map?
so tell me, is it true what the voices say about me and you?
we were a boxer’s final round, knocked out and falling to the ground, with a fire inside to stand back up, but everyone at some point has had enough. we were a sinking ship capsizing and about to tip. i called across the hull at you, but this ship was too thick to be heard through.
so tell me, is it true what the voices say about me and you?
so tell me, say it isn’t so, what the voices say. or do they know?
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Oh oh oh
02:13
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how many more bathroom floors to comfort you? how many hinges until a difference shows through? you hide all the time; you run away. so how many is too many, would you say? oh, oh, oh, i thought you’d know. how many breaths do you have left to blow away? how many inhales to fill up your sails and float away? we all know you’re no hero, but stay alive. ‘cause how many is too many for a life? oh, oh, oh, i thought you’d know. oh, oh, oh, i thought you’d know.
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Way to Go
02:40
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how will i go when all these days are gone? oh stereo, won’t you play that song? sing me to sleep; it’s been a long week. where will i be when everyone’s at home? is it just me broken in these bones, too weak to move? it’s been a long june. and i may always be like this if the past has a say in it, ‘cause i’ve tried before to change but so far i’m the same. can i move on to somehow-greater things? is it so wrong to be so much in need, worry and fear? it’s been a long year. where is my place in what looks like a mess? character traits, half truths and regrets: all that i know. i’ve had a long way to go. and i may always be like this if the past has a say in it, ‘cause i’ve tried before to change but so far i’m the same.
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Parts and Pieces
02:42
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i’m really only a few things, five or so, on repeat, but you look at me differently: as if i’m more than i imagine, as if i’m several thousand. it’s only just some inches, three or four, that mark the distance. five or more, that’s different; i may be past your reach. these thousand things make one inch each. i’m very simply a few things if you do the counting, but you seem to see more to me, and maybe that’s what i want to be.
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lucas britton Los Angeles, California
music for sharing and/or dancing
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