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Wasted Tuesday
02:52
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I don't mind when you show up wasted on a Tuesday afternoon. And, I don't care that you don't dye your hair just like you used to. It's all fine, my darling, even if we have to fake it. I don't care that you went and stole all of my favorite records. Well you bought 'em, so I hope that they can serve you better.
I don't mind.
And, you don't care.
It's good to come to grips with the new truth that you're facing. And, I never thought I'd get this far living in my mom's basement
I don't mind.
And, you don't care.
You're all mine.
But, you're nowhere.
I don't mind when you show up wasted on a Tuesday afternoon. And, I don't care that you don't dye your hair just like you used to. It's all fine, my darling, even if we have to fake it.
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Frank Sinatra
03:01
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Never got the timing quite right. Ships that passed in the night time, it looks so different in the daylight.
The natives waiting on the shoreline, off in the shadow of the spotlight. Shapes are dancing in the tree lines.
And, when I wake up from a long night, and I stumble from the bedside I take a look at my life.
In the mirror my reflection, off in every direction, I see Frank Sinatra.
Never thought it'd be a long ride, finally end up on the right side. You see through me like a skylight.
You always take such a hard line, now the time has come to decide cloudy days or the sunlight?
When I wake up from a long night, and I stumble from the bed side I take a look at my life.
Gonna quit my day job, gonna write a hit song like Tommy Tutone.
And, when I wake up from a long night, and I stumble from the bedside I take a look at my life.
In the mirror my reflection, off in every direction, I see Frank Sinatra.
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Ft. Knox
02:48
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This very thing reminds you of something you shouldn't be doing. This very tune has left you out of tune. There's no safe that's safe from me. There's no dame who wouldn't wanna be my girl.
The very way you touch your hair relieves me of the need to care about the authorities or taxes on my death. I bet you ain't seen a mess just like me yet. Oh, I couldn't care less.
You think facts and truth are enough to stop my talking this stuff.
This very thing reminds you of something we shouldn't be doing. This very tune has played for us too soon. There's no safe that's safe from me. There ain't no dame who wouldn't want to be. There's no place that's safe from me. There's no dame who wouldn't want to be my girl.
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Thursday Night
03:37
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Is that a drum inside my head? How long have I been in bed? Clock says three, that can't be right. What the hell did I do last night?
Looks like Sunday's another wasted day.
Another Sunday I'm just wasting away.
But, I'm never drinking again...
Never drinking....
Never drinking again til Thursday night.
I feel nauseous, I feel weak. Always running around in my sleep. If I get up now I can get shit done. I can't bear to see the sun.
Looks like Sunday's another wasted day.
Another Sunday I'm just wasting away.
But, I'm never drinking again...
Never drinking....
Never drinking again til Thursday night.
I know I should return her call. She'd leave me where I fall. Is that a drum inside my head? Think I'll have another beer instead..
Looks like Sunday's another wasted day.
Another Sunday I'm just wasting away.
But, I'm never drinking again...
Never drinking....
Never drinking again til Thursday night.
Until tonight...
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A Condition
02:04
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I could stay here til the end of time, til they come and arrest me.
Til there's nothing left of me. When it's all home delivery, I hope you don't forget me, baby. Baby, I hope you don't regret me.
It's not a suicide note I promise. It's not a blood stain or bow tied on it. It's just a simple observation of a condition or a situation. It's not religion, I promise. Just long division, that's all it is.
I could stay here til the end of time, til they come and get me. Til there's nothing left of me. When it's all home delivery, I hope you don't regret me, baby. Baby, I hope you don't forget me.
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Little Pill
02:47
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Get off the tracks, try to find your way back home. You shouldn't be alone.
Make new friends. No longer can depend on me. Try and be free, I am free.
Cluttered up your world too much, a little bit with every crutch. You took me for such a fool.
Shuttered up your world too much, I loved you more than anyone until you went and broke the rules.
I've burnt all the maps, been gone too long. I'll go it alone.
Don't change your plans. A sight you can no longer see. Try and be free, my darling you are free.
Shuttered up your world too much, loved you more than anyone until you went and broke the rules.
Cluttered up your world too much, a little bit with every crutch. You took me for such a fool.
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March
03:41
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A single thought has been cornered
A single word has been read
A single sound is silenced
The waves crashing on the sand
What is March, but a struggle?
As February becomes April...
A single thought is worth feeling
A single stone has been turned
It's bridges that we're burning
The truce has not been signed.
What is the effect from all of this weather?
The pressure on our foundations.
The cracks, they're all showing.
They chase us from our home, home.
Alone and left for hopeless
A song that we can't hear
We're tired and apathetic
And, baby, we've been had.
What is March, but a struggle?
As February becomes April
The cracks in the foundations
Oh, what is March?
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Joel Embiid
03:16
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There must be something in the water. All the iron's turned into rust. Dark clouds gather round. We need a process we can trust.
It's a shame how we spend our days, cold, vacant, alone, and afraid. I won't break this promise, I think words still carry weight.
I was lying when I said your burdens weren't hard to lift, but I know the good things are worth the strain of it. There's no need to hesitate, just watch and heed the call. One step single file in line we fall.
I hear the rumbling around me, the train is on the track. I feel it bearing down, no turning back. Staring off into the horizon, no ships are coming in. A stark reminder of the times in which we live.
There's no need to hesitate, just watch and heed the call. One step single file in line we fall. I was lying when I said your burdens weren't hard to life, but I know the good things are worth the strain of it.
It's a shame how we spend our days, cold, vacant and afraid. I won't break this promise, I think words still carry weight.
There must be something in the water, all the iron's turned to rust. Dark clouds gather round, we need a process we can trust.
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Puppy Love
02:56
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Now's not the time to be talking it over. I'll save my breath til I've got something to say. I'm still holding my breath and you're still making me wait. Won't be the one you're rolling over. Won't be the one who goes and stands in your way. I wanna go on the record that I think this is a mistake. I can tell that you're thinking it over. Now's the time to try and practice restraint, cause I'm pulling my weight and you're still pulling away. I don't think we'll find the perfect sunset. You're not a moth, and, baby, I'm not a flame. We can look to the west, and I'd love you still just the same.
Cause this is more than puppy love,
I'm gonna lift you up like no other's done.
Cause this is more than just a phase,
A way to pass the days.
So, when I come running, don't start running away.
Friday night in the heart of the suburbs, I'm in my car and you know I'm driving your way. All the miles are flying speeding down the interstate. Saturday at the height of the empire, times are wild and your smile's fanning my flames til I turn into ash and you just blow me away. Sunday night and the neighborhood's quiet. Anticipation as the moonlight touches your face. So, If i'm going nowhere then I hope that you're here to stay. Don't wanna sound like a broken record, but I'll keep repeating til the picture comes into frame, til we both catch fire and it all just bursts into flames.
Cause this is more than puppy love,
I'm gonna lift you up higher than the sun.
Cause this is more than just a phase,
A way to pass the days,
So, when I come running don't start running away.
Cause this more than just a song,
Words might come out wrong,
But, if i'm still singing, I hope you're humming along.
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Yer Head
02:42
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Looking in your eyes a sad reminder I don't know what to try. I need to find a way to reach you. If anyone could teach you.
Yer head, yer heart a safe place to rest in these arms.
Yer head, yer heart.
It's a lofty embellishment, a knock on the current establishment. Premature refrain. There's no way it's supposed to be, I'm still getting used to the new thing to entertain.
Yer head, yer heart a safe place to rest in these arms.
Yer head, yer heart.
Yer head, yer heart cause darlin' it's been to long.
Yer head, yer heart.
Yer head, yer heart a new place and a brand new start.
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Chattanooga
02:52
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So I'm sitting in the airport and I'm staring into space. Feeling all the distance, you're a thousand miles away. See the weather's rolling in, I'm dreaming of your face. See the plane in just pulled in, I'm standing at the gate.
Take me home. Take me home.
Feel the infection, but it won't keep me away. Haven't slept in hours, but it feels like it's been days. Stuck here on a giant rock that's hurdling through space. All this constant movement, feeling trapped in one place.
Take me home. Take me home.
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Underwater Robots Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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