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Two Of A Kind
03:42
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When I'm thinkin' about you, it is getting harder to
Separate what happened to me from what happened to you
I guess that we are just two of a kind
Oh, when I think about it all I see it like I knew it all,
Makes it feel more real I guess, makes us feel more right I guess
But I still don't know what's best in the end
Looking back in time
Running through the line
Looking back at mine, and then ahead
Trying to remember what you said to me
Oh, I think it was
Oh I think it was...
I don't know anymore
Now I'm out here on the coast, wondering what I miss most.
Is it truth in happiness, was there ever happiness?
Yeah, I think there was happiness
And, when I think about it all I see it like I knew it all,
Makes it feel more real I guess, makes us feel more right I guess
But I still don't know what's beat in the end
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2. |
Follow You
02:29
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I've got dandelion plumes
under my boots
star dust from galaxies
I've worn out my last pair of shoes
but there's nothing stopping me
From crossing the meadows
Or crossing the stars
I will follow you my love
wherever you are
I've got splinters in my fingers
from climbing the tallest trees
Soaked half way through to the bone
from crossing turbulent seas
You swept me off my feet
like a sandcastle hit by a wave
opening your heart to me
was the greatest gift you gave
Soot and cinder on my pants
from the ashes of burned out homes
the fire destroyed this building
but it will never destroy my hopes
These are embers of bad memories
not ashes of my life
I will follow you my love wherever you like
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3. |
I Don't Get It
03:38
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You're filling my head, you're filling my brain
And I don't believe it
Ain't it a shame, ain't it a shame?
You're selling out, givin' away
And I don't know why
Ain't it a shame, ain't it a shame
I don't get it
You're buying your thrills, you're buying your thrills
And I don't know why
Is it a game, is it a game?
While she's rounding out, it's all going down
And I don't believe it
Who is to blame, who is to blame?
I don't get it
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4. |
Swim Right Through You
03:40
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When I was a young man I knew
Just what I was turning into
I am not an old one but I
Know that when I am I will die
Take me to the water with you
Let me take a dip into you
Take me to the water with you
Come on, let me swim right through you
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5. |
I See You There
04:23
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You come and you go
You're so fast and slow
I see you there, standing
I see you there, standing
I see you there
You come and you go
You tell and you show
I see you there, smiling
I see you there, fading
I see you there, fading
I see you there
Beauty hits you like a virtue
You find something to hold onto
Come right to me please grab on to me
I-I-I don't want to forget you
Woke up and I seen
The fog in the trees
We will be there someday
We will be there someday
We will be there
But I've been tied in between
The field and the dream
I'll take you there someday
I'll take you there someday
I'll take you there someday
I'll take you there someday
Beauty hits you like a virtue
You find something to hold onto
Come right to me please grab on to me
I-I-I don't want to forget you
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Brigham Street House
03:55
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Forgive me for My lack of eloquence
how brash and forward that this sounds
I spent the sickest time of my life there
I'm so glad that house burned down
A freezing winter, and upstairs hellhole
A loft with faulty wiring
my head was probably worse
Burn me in the crucible of my friendship
It should have been more a catharsis
A charred out staircase wasn't enough
It should have burned to the fucking ground
Burn me in the crucible of my friendship
It should have been more a catharsis
A charred out living room wasn't enough
It should have burned to the fucking ground
Trying times of my life
challenged by my insecurities
when I needed to be alone
Having you there was something that I didn't need
If I could communicate
My feelings would float away
like smoke into the clouds
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Wake up and see the sun
as it breaks through your window on this glorious day
Wake Up, Wake Up, Wake Up
take your wax and feather wings and try to fly away
Don't fly too high
Don't fly to close to the ground
Pick your spots, kid
'cause it's the punches you don't see
that'll knock you out
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Sorry about your party
I couldn't gather the will to go
got hit with a fit of anxiety
I didn't make it passed my door
But I would have imbibed your libations
I would have guzzled the best in show
but people and me, are like kerosene
Up in flames I'll go
Take your stress to bed
and in the morning you'll wake up rested
Take your stress to bed
and in the morning you'll wake up
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8. |
Astral Arms
04:37
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Why don't you know me?
Why don't you know where we stand when it's all spinning?
And we're you with me, at the world's beginning?
Saw your spirit coming down, preceding sky, preceding ground
I held out my astral arms but you were already to far
You were already to far
Why don't you know me?
How come you don't see?
Come with me
Come with me
Why don't we sit down a while and talk it over?
Maybe you'd like me if I was a little closer
I don't know what I plan to say or if I'll say it anyway,
But please see me, oh Grace of Fates, it's morning here and I'm awake
It's morning here and I'm awake
Why don't you know me?
How come you don't see?
Come with me
Come with me
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9. |
Happy (Trappings)
03:47
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Memories embossed on Polaroid film
two years ago, your arms around me
Los Angeles, where people go to make dreams happen
that's why I'm here, fooling myself
the trappings of my silly head
(this time) I won't let myself fall into them
and you'd be here
and I wouldn't feel so weird about sex
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Dawn/Guitar
Mike/Bass
Christine/Drums
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