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Zamboni
03:06
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The snow it hangs around like the guest you want to leave
Outstaying it's welcome, turning up late to the party
On these buses, only half the time you're going home
Wondering if it is me that makes you feel alone
Say what you need to say and say it fast
I hope I get frostbitten and I hope it lasts
Staying out all night with me will be a blast
This blanket of white has been an eyesore all my life
This stretch of road has been engrained in all I see
It could be any road, there's nothing extraordinary
I hope I'm not the one that's changing your family tree
Altering the situation to a degree
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Puddle
04:45
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If you want me to try to give everything inside
Like a coat in the sea, I'll just float on by
But the moon has got your soul, but you already know
That's why you can feel your insides glow
Underwater, you can find all your friends
So run towards them
Underwater, all your favourite friends
The tens out of tens
If you want a rainy day, all you have to say
Is "the flowers are looking for a change"
And "the sky is too blue than what I'm used to"
I bet I've got more time than you
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Anything's Impossible
02:22
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Locked up inside that weekend with nothing else to do
Except the only thing that I really need to
Constantly stalling, yawning, feeling like I misplaced concentration
Pushing back the importance and pulling in the first thing that I can think of that isn't a headfirst dive into the mounting mountain that's become my obligations
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4. |
Sudden Valley
05:35
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Take your decisions, all that you've made
There's no use for them so put them away
Just take them upstairs among the rust
They're obsolete and gathering dust
Isn't it fun when time is misplaced
All of our plans are all over the place
Now it's redundant and we worked so hard
Isn't it fun when we're back at the start
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5. |
Fourteen Fifteen
03:14
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I can't wash you off my skin
Because you've never really been anywhere near it
Because I never told you when our paths would cross again
But not by coincidence, it's got nothing to do with chance
Just an irrational fear of romance
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6. |
Blue Tick Hounds
03:50
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The doctors seem to hide something
Before you know, you feel nothing
And it's the same, it's day to day
A single flash and we're away
And we can't stand to be alone
But all our plans have been postponed
And even though it's all you've known
No one is truly on their own
Under the lights that they advise
I'm real and I never wanna change
And all their eyes, the silver prize
The times of the day are rearranged
Anyway it's okay, celebrate my birthday
Blow out all the candles on my own
I don't wanna force you, altering your world view
Wrap me up and take me home
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7. |
Dirt
03:46
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Things just might be fine after all this time
Watching for a sign, you might change your mind
You know just what to say to make it seem like it's okay
I'm trying to keep pretending to sleep
And all the other things are dirt now
We've got this one down, not long to go now
We might get some rest if my thoughts will allow
Going strong, we're past the point where we think we should sing that song
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8. |
Junes and Julys
04:12
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Indian summers are the worst of our lives
The sunshine it fucks with our will to survive
Can't use our own lungs, we use eachothers
We blind ourselves with promises to discover
Lines upon lines of unwritten rules
Never called into effect and never approved
The text in bold is what you want to follow
How can I tell that today is tomorrow
You wanna go out of control
I wanna go home
You look so alive
Indian summers are the worst of our lives
Keep all the heat in the Junes and Julys
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9. |
Talking Inside Cones
04:02
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Every time I brave the rain and pave
A way to these bickering outlaws
There's no need for further description
The laws have changed since back in those days
And the place is sobering up now
The same frames but a new prescription
Don't break like they told you
Just wait, this will hold true
A permanent file, the emerald isle
The things that you found on my wish list
When we're talking inside cones it's void again
A group of folk in a cloud of smoke
This could only mean one thing
And every memory from back then
To tell you the truth, the fountain of youth
Is nothing but tonics and lotions
And frontal lobes and nerves and holding on
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10. |
Fuclear Namily
10:00
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OH NO
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