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Traffic Jam
03:24
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Sit back and relax, lean forward and be tense
We're almost home and we travel slow
You cannot wait to see your bed
On the contrary, I need you to
See me sad, like you know I am
A constant traffic jam backs up my head
Watch the bird in your eye meet the sky
And then the letter "V"
They're never lonely
Take the bags from your eyes and pack them tight
With repetition like flight attendants demonstrations you won't listen to
All the efforts to save you
I'm getting ready to
Getting ready to save you
See me sad, like I know I am
A constant traffic jam backs up my head
Watch the bird in your eye meet the sky
And then the letter "V"
They're never lonely
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Younger
04:00
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Glass eyes, you're a step behind
On an incline in a young life
What I had in mind, you're better off blind
And more affined with your closer ones
Can we reminisce about better days
Where you wouldn't hesitate before you say my name
If I ever had to shake on one thing
It would be that you would provide me
With all the worries that I would need
To take me down slowly
Back when you were younger
And doing cartwheels through a four lane street
Now you're all about the worries, preventing those god damn z's
A master's degree, those god damn z's, those god damn
In the rut with motivation from your draining language
Nervous comprehension needs translation
Oh I need translation
Take me down, take me down slowly
Glass eyes, don't apologize
You'll be just fine, you'll be just fine
If I ever had to shake on one thing
It would be that you would provide me
With all the worries that I would need
To take me down slowly
Back when you were younger
And doing cartwheels through a four lane street
Now you're all about the worries, preventing those god damn z's
And a better me
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Coasting
02:56
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Operated, collaborating
Mission statements from our solitary views
Was designed less organized
You contrived a better plan for me
That we can find a better love at sea
You are the main sail, I am the mizzen
Coached by what the surf guarantees
Obligated to allocate when
You were playing games with my head
Negotiated, cooperated
With realization of what we mean to me
And we can find a better love at sea
You are the main sail, I am the mizzen
Coached by what the surf guarantees
You're cutting bow lines, I'm catching trade winds
You hope the sun dies, I'm always tongue tied
You're with the high tides, but we're sinking
You hope the sun dies, you know I would die
You're cutting bow lines, I'm catching trade winds
You hope the sun dies
I have this fear without the sun
That all my words come out as one
Non-descriptive and tied up
But with you I feel I'm under the gun
You're cutting bow lines, I'm catching trade winds
Its time for me to cut off my tongue, I'm under the gun
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Great White North
03:12
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If I could start at the cusp
And end at the lead
You're the annual sprouting my affability
I thought I was punk
Until I had to leave
Room 211 stuffed with hesitancy
Hey prolonged design student
I really wish I had a Canadian accent
So you could talk, and I would listen
And I would talk, just so you can
Hear me say something of amenity
I always thought the fight was fiction
Because I was taught "shut up and listen"
You're the finer author anyway
So keep on writing, I'll keep on reading
Keep on hanging on, I'm hanging on
Talk a little more about your Burchfield interpretation
Your storytelling parallactic creation
I'm listening.
I really wish I had a Canadian accent
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New Jersey
04:26
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Homegrown, shaking bones
I saw you draw a line through the fog on your window
You say you're always cold, I say you're never alone
I'm with you
Even though, the skies grey tones
Have a few more months left to go
And when you said to me you thought about leaving
This overcoat is suffocating
And I'm frustrated when you say it
Sunday is family football gatherings
How quick to forget the mess you left
I await the day when you tell me what you thought about it
More glory days without temperature change
I await the day when you tell me what you thought about it
Just tell me what you thought about it
And when you said to me you thought about leaving
This overcoat is suffocating
Thick winter blood implies westward thinking
And when you said to me you thought about leaving
I'm with you
Phone calls from home to make sure you get better
Twenty two hundred miles away from bad weather
What if I told you that I thought of leaving too?
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