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Maritime
03:40
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You can pull up your anchor. You’ll see how she un-moors. It’ll feel good to drift away, no matter what’s on the shore. But you’ll be a stowaway, stealing that free ride. She won’t miss you either way. You go out with the tide. And that’s what I don’t understand. And I’m one that’s got to understand. You’re what I don’t understand. And I’m one who’s got to understand.
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Calamine
02:53
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Anesthesia, feeling leaves my face. Cold and absent, better off this way. Come together for old communion’s sake. And I remember why I feel so ashamed. Open roadways inspired me today, to write some songs for strangers. Coming out this way:
That’s not what I believe in. That’s not what I believe in. Suffered that and I’m not going back. That’s not what I believe in.
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Useless and Comfortable
02:56
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Wasting away for the world to come. Nothing will happen from where I’m standing. I’m useless and comfortable. Try not to be insignificant, rejecting my counterparts. Still ashamed at my insolence and how the worlds so small. I’m useless and comfortable. I’m useless and comfortable. I’m useless and comfortable. Can I be enough if it isn’t too late. I wish I’d feel good but I know it can’t stay. Singing these songs in the back of my house where no one can hear me or figure me out.
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Empathy
03:13
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Fall in. Tell yourself you don’t want it but you are wondering if you don’t want to. If you don’t want to, why not back out? Serve yourself again. Getting what you asked for now, still wondering. If you only knew what you were talking about you’d understand why we’re all looking for the easy way out. So, call me like I got your answer now. But you laugh I see you’re gone somehow. Gesture on, don’t know what you want to say. And run along, you’re always running away. If you only knew what you were talking about you’d understand why we’re all looking for the easy way out. If you only knew what you were talking about you’d understand why we’re all looking for the easy way out.
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Torn
02:57
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Half of me feels life just happens. Half of me feels like it’s something you live. I found the center, what to take and what to give. I took so long. It took so long but now… I’m not torn anymore. Now I’m sure. A balance that I’ve never felt before. Half of me feels really happy. Half of me feels really sad. I found the center, a peace of mind I’ve never had. It took so long. It took so long, but now… I’m not torn anymore. Now I’m sure. A balance that I’ve never felt before. I’m not torn anymore. Now I’m sure. A balance that I’ve never felt before.
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Skin My Teeth
02:24
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Skin my teeth putting forth my best efforts in cloud of delusion no sense of my future self. And I believe in myself when heads lying flat on my pillow my minds leaking into the sheets. And I hope you love it. I hope you love it. Hold my breath counting down from one hundred, it never works but I keep on trying and… trying and… Try and end all the things that I’m doing I selfishly started. Wish they’d all wash away. Wash away. And I hope you love it. I hope you love it. I hope you love it. I hope you love it.
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Moving Forward
02:43
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I’m sick of living like this. It’s the overwhelming sense that I can’t only be myself it’s getting tired. What is it at all? What is it at all? That keeps me wanting more. That keeps me wanting more. And I quit almost everything, but I guess that that’s alright cause I’ll make all my own decisions moving forward. What is it at all? What is it at all? That keeps me wanting more. That keeps me wanting more. What is it at all? What is it at all? That keeps me wanting more. That keeps me wanting more.
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No Good
04:10
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Circles
03:45
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Spinning round in a circle. Get to the middle maybe I’ll stop. Dizzy, everything blurry. I’m at the bottom I’m at the top. And I need some rest. I need some rest. Riding waveforms around me. Life rushing past me, all that I got. Loving those who surround me, their peaks and valleys, not what I thought. And I need some rest. I need some rest. And what if life’s just one big day. And when you die it’s just hitting the hay. We know we’ll wake up tomorrow anyway. Living or dreaming, one and the same. (Going in circles, always in change. Falling asleep is just part of the day) Do you know me? Am I drifting? What’s the point if I always want more? Where’s the balance? Am I wasting? Am I better? Do you love me?
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