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Hoodieland
04:13
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hey there blue eyes
you know why i'm looking down at the sidewalk lines
well i jumped a year too late
and now i'm stuck in the garden state
i'm sick --
began talking to the walls around this dirty ground
the sounds rise and fall into a lie that can't ever be saved
in the fall when the colors fade
i'll be left wondering what passes by when i go to ground
in bed by ten, missed the battlefield yet again
hey there blue eyes
won't you stop and wait for me by the oceanside
the tides they rise and fall and i'll close my eyes and wash away
in the fall when the colors fade
i'll be left wondering what passes by when i go to ground
in bed by ten, missed the battlefield yet again
you occupy the back of my mind while the leaves fall down
a solitary walk confirms i've told some lies to myself
again it stands to reason,
that i'm lost here in the changing season
and i've spent these last 3 months talking to these walls again
they respond to me as ghosts, but they haven't any names
i'm not sure they can bear the weight
in bed by ten, missed the battlefield yet again
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Breakwall
04:42
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lighthouse, beacon on a hill,
the spinning glow reminds me of a town i somewhat used to know
remember, remember what you and i would find
those humid nights when we had nothing
but all of time was on our side
water breaks and takes us over
spread your arms against the wind and let yourself erode
and on these stones our words will hang still in the summer air
and in these mouths we try to go back to how it was before
and as we almost fade away
you can hear us out on the breakwall:
no this is not the place, but no this is not the end
these days
i try to keep that place in time
i'm just holding it on to it all
oh these days
i maintain my roots but friends they scatter out like leaves
and settle elsewhere and and move on
water breaks and takes us over
spread your arms against the wind and let yourself erode
and in these streets our words are frozen in the winter air
and in these mouths we try to go back to how it was before
and as we almost fade away
you can hear us out on the breakwall:
no this is not the place, but no this is not the end
we look to the breakwall when we run
escape from the suburbs to the seas
don't stop 'til we reach the ocean
sprint 'til the water hits your knees
and on these stones our words will hang still in the summer air
and in these mouths we try to go back to how it was before
and as we almost fade away
you can hear us out on the breakwall:
no this is not the place, but no this is not the end
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Let it Out
04:03
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i am a scout trudging on this endless march
we picked the wrong fight
now we have our backs to the long horizon
we fought a war
death was coming to collect
but we weren't giving it up
built an empire towards heaven
a house of dust
the rain will destroy or save us
these grey coats keep us a float a little longer
the call of roll is smaller every time
after we hear the rifle's song
we fought a war
death was coming to collect
but we weren't giving it up
built an empire towards heaven
a house of dust
the rain will destroy or save us
we were once alive
rugged and hungry
battered and bruised
fire and bayonets
we can't move on yet
we can't advance
we don't know our way
through death and decay
through glorious days
mortar and brick won't restore the damage done here
we've reached our old homes long since gone
they're sacrificed to the setting sun
we fought a war
death was coming to collect
but we weren't giving it up
built an empire towards heaven
a house of dust
the rain will destroy or save us
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