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| | {{Infobox song |
| | | name = Love is an Ocean |
| | | cover = Love is an Ocean - Single.jpg |
| | | caption = |
| | | type = Single |
| | | artist = [[The Midnight]] |
| | | album = |
| | | released = {{start date|2025|02|21}} |
| | | length = 5:22 |
| | | label = Ultra |
| | | writer = * [[Tim McEwan]] |
| | * [[Tyler Lyle]] |
| | * Amanda Warner |
| | | producer = Tim McEwan |
| | | tracks = |
| | | misc ={{Extra chronology |
| | | artist = The Midnight singles |
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| | | prev_title = [[File:Chariot - Single.jpg|50px|link=|frameless]]<br>[[Chariot]] |
| | | prev_year = 2024 |
| | | title = [[File:Love is an Ocean - Single.jpg|50px|link=|frameless]]<br>Love is an Ocean |
| | | year = 2025 |
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| </noinclude> | | '''Love is an Ocean''' is an song by [[The Midnight]]. The single was released on February 21, 2025.<ref>{{Cite web |date=February 12, 2025 |title=ｔｈｅ ｍｉｄｎｉｇｈｔ {{!}} . Ｌｏｖｅ ｉｓ ａｎ Ｏｃｅａｎ February 21. Pre-save link in bio. 🎥 @ambatambb {{!}} Instagram |url=https://www.instagram.com/p/DF-2YinytXT/ |url-status=live |archive-url=https://archive.ph/OmBJB |archive-date=February 12, 2025 |access-date=February 12, 2025 |website=Instagram}}</ref> |
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| | The song was written by band members [[Tyler Lyle]] and [[Tim McEwan]] alongside Amanda Warner. It was produced by McEwan. It has a running time of five minutes and 22 seconds and is in the key of [[wikipedia:G major|G major]]. |
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| <details> | | == Lyrics == |
| <summary>A Place of Her Own</summary>
| | <blockquote> |
| <blockquote>
| | <poem> |
| <div class="poem">
| | I move slowly in the haze of people posing like the sun |
| <p>
| | Under glowing eyes of neon skies spinning in slow motion |
| She got a job at a diner in the South Slope<br>
| | |
| It's a nice place in its own way<br>
| | Diving deep in the heart |
| She had to move back to Queens <br>
| | Floating in the blue |
| with her mom though<br>
| | And the ocean has arms |
| She takes the F train<br>
| | Let it carry me to you |
| It's a long way<br>
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| <br>
| | Cause love is an ocean |
| Charlie's walking out<br>
| | Love is an ocean |
| She knows that he'd be proud<br>
| | Love is an ocean |
| She wakes up early in the morning for the F train<br>
| | Love is an ocean |
| She's making her way <br>
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| She's making her pay in the South Slope<br>
| | And our life back at the surface has us struggle through our days |
| It's a nice place<br>
| | But when sun bursts on the water I feel longing to escape |
| <br>
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| He left a hole the size of the world<br>
| | Diving deep in the heart |
| And she ain't never had nothing<br>
| | Floating in the blue |
| Wasn't asking for gold<br>
| | And the ocean has arms |
| Just a place of her own<br>
| | Let it carry me to you |
| Place of her own<br>
| | |
| Place of her own<br>
| | Cause love is an ocean |
| <br>
| | Love is an ocean |
| Carve out a space<br>
| | Love is an ocean |
| Just enough to breathe<br>
| | Love is an ocean |
| For the long nights of uncertainty<br>
| | |
| Place of her own<br>
| | Cause love is an ocean |
| Place of her own<br>
| | Love is an ocean |
| Place of her own<br>
| | Love is an ocean |
| <br>
| | Love is an ocean |
| Summer is so hot<br>
| | Love is an ocean |
| Winter is so cold<br>
| | </poem> |
| On the F train to the South Slope<br>
| | </blockquote> |
| And most are people okay in their own way<br>
| | |
| It's a nice place<br>
| | == Official versions == |
| But it's a long way<br>
| | <div class="media-group"> |
| <br>
| | </div> |
| He left a hole the size of the world<br>
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| And she ain't never had nothing<br>
| | == References == |
| Wasn't asking for gold<br>
| | <references /> |
| Just a place of her own<br>
| | [[Category:Singles]] |
| Just a place of her own<br>
| | <noinclude> |
| Just a place of her own<br>
| | [[Category:Songs]]</noinclude> |
| Carve out a space<br>
| | |
| Just enough to breathe<br>
| | {{TheMidnight}} |
| For the long nights of uncertainty<br>
| |
| Place of her own<br>
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| Place of her own<br>
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| Place of her own<br>
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| <br>
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| She says, 'yeah you leave<br>
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| Yeah you go<br>
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| Where do I belong<br>
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| Where do I belong'<br>
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| <br>
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| Yeah you leave<br>
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| Yeah you go<br>
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| Where do I belong<br>
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| <br>
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| She says, 'yeah you leave<br>
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| Yeah you go<br>
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| Where do I belong<br>
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| Where do I belong'<br>
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| Yeah you leave<br>
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| Yeah you go<br>
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| Where do I belong<br>
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| Where do I belong<br>
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| <br>
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| He left a hole the size of the world<br>
| |
| And she ain't never had nothing<br>
| |
| Wasn't asking for gold<br>
| |
| Just a place of her own<br>
| |
| Just a place of her own<br>
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| Just a place of her own<br>
| |
| <br>
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| Carve out a space just enough to breathe<br>
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| For the long nights of uncertainty<br>
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| Place of her own<br>
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| Place of her own<br>
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| Place of her own<br>
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| </p>
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>Aerostar</summary>
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| <blockquote><div class="poem">
| |
| <p>A forest fire<br>
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| Some careless spark<br>
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| Weren't we embers burning<br>
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| In your mama's car?<br>
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| The window warnings<br>
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| Your body carved<br>
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| A clear horizon<br>
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| In that Aerostar<br>
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| <br>
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| For a moment we were weightless<br>
| |
| Taking off our masks<br>
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| There were angels in the canyons<br>
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| But the fire moved too fast<br>
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| For a second we were infinite<br>
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| <br>
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| But I mistook the glow<br>
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| Suddenly the roar<br>
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| Now suddenly the undertow<br>
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| <br>
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| And the keys to your apartment<br>
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| In the charred remains<br>
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| And the kingdom of your heart bent<br>
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| When you wrote my name<br>
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| <br>
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| Just needed someone to walk you home<br>
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| <br>
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| There was a magic show<br>
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| And the world began<br>
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| And your soul stretched farther than your skin<br>
| |
| And for a moment all was calm<br>
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| And I was home once<br>
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| But now it's lost<br>
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| <br>
| |
| For a moment we were weightless<br>
| |
| Taking off our masks<br>
| |
| There were angels in the canyons<br>
| |
| But the fire moved too fast<br>
| |
| For a second we were infinite<br>
| |
| But I mistook the glow<br>
| |
| Suddenly the roar<br>
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| Now suddenly the undertow<br>
| |
| <br>
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| And the keys to your apartment<br>
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| In the charred remains<br>
| |
| And the kingdom of your heart bent<br>
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| As you wrote my name<br>
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| <br>
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| Just needed someone to walk you home<br>
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| Now I need someone to walk me home<br>
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| <br>
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| Now I need someone to walk me home<br>
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| <br>
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| And you can't go back again<br>
| |
| And the doctors did what they said they could do<br>
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| And you can't go back again<br>
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| I know it's hard going through<br>
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| <br>
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| Now I need someone to walk me home
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| </p>
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| </div></blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>America 2</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
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| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>I made my home in a ten-ton bomb<br>
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| And I was so happy with 28 years of free fallin’<br>
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| But now it’s all guts and I’m bawlin'<br>
| |
| She was born in a tenement walk-up<br>
| |
| With shit for nerves, you know she never learned to talk to adults<br>
| |
| She said ‘everything's easier in here’<br>
| |
| <br>
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| Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash<br>
| |
| When the music is through, no she don’t look back<br>
| |
| I’ve come to look for America too<br>
| |
| <br>
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| All I ever wanted was a spot in the mountains<br>
| |
| With an a-frame cabin and nobody counting our days<br>
| |
| Or cursing or praising our name<br>
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| But the best we could do is to enter the void<br>
| |
| Like a wide-eyed child waking up to the noise of East Harlem<br>
| |
| Don’t they see that we’re starving?<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Like the dancer with bruises who gathers the cash<br>
| |
| When the music is through no she don’t look back<br>
| |
| I’ve come to look for America too<br>
| |
| And we stole the car on the 4th of July<br>
| |
| I pawned my guitar and we drove through the night<br>
| |
| I’ve come to look for America too
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| </p>
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>America Online</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>If I love you, will you love me?<br>
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| If I want you, will you want me?<br>
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| I’m reaching, are you reaching out?<br>
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| <br>
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| If I touch you, will you touch me now?<br>
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| <br>
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| Through the wires to the heart<br>
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| Phantom fingers fumble in the dark<br>
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| <br>
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| I thought I did; I felt a spark<br>
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| <br>
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| Are we all one beating heart?<br>
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| <br>
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| If I love you, will you love me?<br>
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| If I hurt you, will you hurt me?<br>
| |
| I’m reaching, are you reaching out?<br>
| |
| <br>
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| If I touch you, will you touch me now?<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Through the wires to the heart<br>
| |
| Phantom fingers fumble in the dark<br>
| |
| <br>
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| I thought I did; I felt a spark<br>
| |
| <br>
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| Are we all one beating heart?<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Or are we strangers?<br>
| |
| Am I a stranger?
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| </p>
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
| |
| <summary>Avalanche</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>You were a whisper in the night<br>
| |
| And I loved you for a summer<br>
| |
| But now the garden of delights lies under snow cover<br>
| |
| Sail on in my memory<br>
| |
| I'll wave from the shoreline<br>
| |
| A ship so grand you cannot believe<br>
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| <br>
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| Disembarking on an avalanche<br>
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| From butterfly wings<br>
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| Saw my last chance<br>
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| In a faded dream<br>
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| When it's gone<br>
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| Wherever you land<br>
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| Sing your song<br>
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| Take this dance<br>
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| Avalanche<br>
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| <br>
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| We were a star-crossed fantasy<br>
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| That was never gonna hold us<br>
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| Or our future histories<br>
| |
| But maybe it was just to mold us<br>
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| Sail on in my memory<br>
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| I'll wave from the shoreline<br>
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| A ship so grand you cannot believe<br>
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| <br>
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| Disembarking on an avalanche<br>
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| From butterfly wings<br>
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| Sold my last chance<br>
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| For a faded dream<br>
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| When it's gone<br>
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| Wherever you land<br>
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| Sing your song<br>
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| Take this dance<br>
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| Avalanche<br>
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| <br>
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| If I had known you<br>
| |
| I would have told you<br>
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| Would have skipped this and<br>
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| Missed this<br>
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| Waterfall in slow motion <br>
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| Devotion of a love<br>
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| Unsuitable but beautiful<br>
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| If I'd have known you<br>
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| I'd have come back a thousand times<br>
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| Just for the ride<br>
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| <br>
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| Avalanche<br>
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| From butterfly wings<br>
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| Sold my last chance<br>
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| For a faded dream<br>
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| When it's gone<br>
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| Wherever you land<br>
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| Sing your song<br>
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| Take this dance<br>
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| Avalanche
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| </p>
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>Because The Night</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
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| <div class="poem">
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| <p>Take me now, baby, here as I am<br>
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| Pull me close, try and understand<br>
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| Desire is hunger, is the fire I breathe<br>
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| Love is a banquet on which we feed<br>
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| Come on now, try and understand<br>
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| The way I feel when I'm in your hands<br>
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| Take my hand, come under cover<br>
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| They can't hurt you now<br>
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| Can't hurt you now<br>
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| Can't hurt you now<br>
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| <br>
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| Because the night belongs to lovers<br>
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| Because the night belongs to lust<br>
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| Because the night belongs to lovers<br>
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| Because the night belongs to us<br>
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| <br>
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| Have I doubt when I'm alone<br>
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| Love is a ring, the telephone<br>
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| Love is an angel disguised as lust<br>
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| Here in our bed 'til the morning comes<br>
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| Come on now, try and understand<br>
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| The way I feel under your command<br>
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| Take my hand as the sun descends<br>
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| They can't touch you now<br>
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| Can't touch you now<br>
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| Can't touch you now<br>
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| <br>
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| Because the night belongs to lovers<br>
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| Because the night belongs to lust<br>
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| Because the night belongs to lovers<br>
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| Because the night belongs to us<br>
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| <br>
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| With love we sleep<br>
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| With doubt the vicious circle turns and burns<br>
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| Without you I cannot live<br>
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| Forgive, the yearning burning<br>
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| I believe it's time, too real to feel<br>
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| So touch me now, touch me now, touch me now<br>
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| <br>
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| Oh, because the night belongs to lovers<br>
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| Because the night belongs to lust<br>
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| Because the night belongs to lovers<br>
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| Because the night belongs to us<br>
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| Because the night belongs to lovers<br>
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| If we believe in the night we trust<br>
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| Because the night belongs to lovers<br>
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| Because the night belongs to us
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| </p>
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>Bend</summary>
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| <blockquote>
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| <div class="poem">
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| <p>I break like glass<br>
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| You break like waves on the ocean, on the ocean<br>
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| I tend to crash<br>
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| And you have to deal with the explosion, though I know that<br>
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| <br>
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| Everything will always be exactly how it's gonna be<br>
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| Though I seem to worry every single day<br>
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| This prodigal turns home again then morning comes and in the end<br>
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| I see that new sun shining on your face<br>
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| <br>
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| We begin to bend<br>
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| We begin to mend<br>
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| We begin to bend<br>
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| We begin to mend<br>
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| <br>
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| I sink like stone<br>
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| You seem to flow above the madness like wings on canvas<br>
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| And all that I know<br>
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| Is that I hear the notes through the darkness like a promise<br>
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| <br>
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| Everything will always be exactly how it’s gonna be<br>
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| Though I seem to worry every single day<br>
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| This prodigal turns home again then morning comes and in the end<br>
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| I see that new sun shining on your face<br>
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| <br>
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| We begin to bend<br>
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| We begin to mend<br>
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| We begin to bend<br>
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| We begin to mend<br>
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| <br>
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| We begin to bend<br>
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| We begin to mend<br>
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| We begin to bend<br>
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| We begin to mend
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| </p>
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>Brooklyn</summary>
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| <blockquote>
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| <div class="poem">
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| <p>There’s traffic on the bridge<br>
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| But the skyline shines with a certain light<br>
| |
| And I know you’re sick of it<br>
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| But I know a happy hour nearby<br>
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| <br>
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| And there’s a possibility<br>
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| That one day things will get better for<br>
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| The huddled masses in between<br>
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| The shadows and the stars<br>
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| <br>
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| Floating empire<br>
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| Held up by fraying wire<br>
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| I’ll cover you in winter like a blanket by the fire<br>
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| And when the rent is too high<br>
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| We’ll just buy cheaper wine<br>
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| And hang on to see if whether<br>
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| Constellations hold together or not<br>
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| <br>
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| Four years in Brooklyn<br>
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| And happy birthday darling<br>
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| When we feel young again<br>
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| I’d like to take you dancing<br>
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| <br>
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| Cause there’s a possibility<br>
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| That one day things will get better<br>
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| For the huddled masses in between<br>
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| The shadows and the stars<br>
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| And there’s a possibility<br>
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| That we’ll both go down together<br>
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| Or free ourselves from gravity<br>
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| And tumble through the dark<br>
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| <br>
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| Floating empire<br>
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| Held up by fraying wire<br>
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| I’ll cover you in winter like a blanket by the fire<br>
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| And when the rent is too high<br>
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| We’ll just buy cheaper wine<br>
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| And hang on to see if whether<br>
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| Constellations hold together or not<br>
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| <br>
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| I never placed too much faith in the stars<br>
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| I never placed too much faith in my heart<br>
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| But the siren call of the chandelier city<br>
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| And inch by inch we’re breaking apart<br>
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| As we’re rising through the dark<br>
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| From the sky I bet the lights look pretty<br>
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| <br>
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| Floating empire<br>
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| Held up by fraying wire<br>
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| I’ll cover you in winter like a blanket by the fire<br>
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| And when the rent is too high<br>
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| We’ll just buy cheaper wine<br>
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| And hang on to see if whether<br>
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| Constellations hold together or not
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| </p>
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>Brooklyn. Friday. Love.</summary>
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| <blockquote>
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| <div class="poem">
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| <p>Day-trader in a tie-dye jumpsuit<br>
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| And a gutter punk kid with a neck tattoo<br>
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| Hooking up at the unisex bathroom<br>
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| It was Brooklyn<br>
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| it was Friday<br>
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| it was love<br>
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| <br>
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| Across the bar sat the hip-hop purist<br>
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| Arguing with the jazz obscurists<br>
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| And in the corner were the terrified tourists<br>
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| Brooklyn. Friday. Love.<br>
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| <br>
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| Angel choirs on the corner all night<br>
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| Sing Johnny Cash and Jackson 5<br>
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| Little heaven you can stumble into<br>
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| We got your invite tonight<br>
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| <br>
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| Don't try to fight it<br>
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| Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
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| Don't try to fight it<br>
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| Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
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| <br>
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| They come from Mississippi and La La Land<br>
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| New wave hippies and the pop goth glam <br>
| |
| It's just 'cause parents don't understand<br>
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| It was Brooklyn<br>
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| It was Friday<br>
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| It was love<br>
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| <br>
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| From this roof you can see the stars<br>
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| We are the left bank dreamers <br>
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| And the avant garde<br>
| |
| I'll sing my borrowed song on your borrowed guitar<br>
| |
| It was Brooklyn<br>
| |
| It was Friday<br>
| |
| It was love<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Angel choirs on the midnight G train<br>
| |
| Some Beastie Boys and Kurt Cobain<br>
| |
| Revolution you can learn to dance to<br>
| |
| With a friendly face on the way<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Don't try to fight it<br>
| |
| Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
| |
| Don't try to fight it<br>
| |
| Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Bushwick Avenue<br>
| |
| Bedford Avenue<br>
| |
| Franklin Avenue<br>
| |
| I'm on my way<br>
| |
| Where are you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Don't try to fight it<br>
| |
| Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
| |
| Don't try to fight it<br>
| |
| Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Don't try to fight it<br>
| |
| Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
| |
| Don't try to fight it<br>
| |
| Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| It's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
| |
| It's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
| |
| Bushwick Avenue<br>
| |
| It's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
| |
| Bedford Avenue<br>
| |
| It's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
| |
| Franklin Avenue<br>
| |
| It's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
| |
| I'm on my way <br>
| |
| It's just Brooklyn on a Friday<br>
| |
| </p>
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>Change Your Heart or Die</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Took a lot of money to look the part<br>
| |
| Took a lot of pain to tame a heart<br>
| |
| Took a lot of years to lose my fear of flying<br>
| |
| Took a lot of time to finally start<br>
| |
| Then it took a good day to fall apart<br>
| |
| Took a lot of tears to lose my fear of crying<br>
| |
| Of crying<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Change your heart or die<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Fire, ticking like a time bomb<br>
| |
| Fire, burning like napalm<br>
| |
| Fire, waiting at the crossroads<br>
| |
| How will you survive?<br>
| |
| Change your heart or die<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Took one look to find your mark<br>
| |
| Took a rogue wave to blow apart<br>
| |
| Took a wrong turn to finally find the yearning<br>
| |
| In the burning<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Fire, ticking like a time bomb<br>
| |
| Fire, burning like napalm<br>
| |
| Fire, waiting at the crossroads<br>
| |
| How will you survive?<br>
| |
| Change your heart or die<br>
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
| |
| <summary>Chariot</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>I can see it (he broke your heart)<br>
| |
| I can see it (he broke your heart)<br>
| |
| I can see it on your pretty face<br>
| |
| I can see it (he broke your heart)<br>
| |
| I can see it (he broke your heart)<br>
| |
| I can see it on your pretty face<br>
| |
| That heartbreak<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Is it about control<br>
| |
| Tell me I wanna know<br>
| |
| Have you been burned before<br>
| |
| On some other chariot<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I make the crosstown run<br>
| |
| Faster than anyone<br>
| |
| Let the reigns take themselves<br>
| |
| And fly like a loaded gun<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Faster Faster Free<br>
| |
| Coming close to me<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I can see it (he broke your heart)<br>
| |
| I can see it (he broke your heart)<br>
| |
| I can see it on your pretty face<br>
| |
| I can see it (he broke your heart)<br>
| |
| I can see it (he broke your heart)<br>
| |
| I can see it on your pretty face<br>
| |
| That heartbreak<br>
| |
| (He broke your) You only like the bad boys<br>
| |
| (He broke your heart) I can see it on your pretty face<br>
| |
| (He broke your heart) I could be that new toy<br>
| |
| (He broke your heart) I could be that heartbreak<br>
| |
| He broke your heart again <br>
| |
| Washed up in the city of sin singing<br>
| |
| Washed up in the city of sin singing<br>
| |
| Washed up in the city of sin singing<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Is it about control<br>
| |
| Or are you just a restless soul<br>
| |
| Burned by some former king<br>
| |
| Some other small town scene<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| That's not my kind of love<br>
| |
| I race for fame and fun<br>
| |
| The secret is when to know <br>
| |
| When to let it go<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Faster Faster Free<br>
| |
| Coming close to me<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I can see it (he broke your heart)<br>
| |
| I can see it (he broke your heart)<br>
| |
| I can see it on your pretty face<br>
| |
| I can see it (he broke your heart)<br>
| |
| I can see it (he broke your heart)<br>
| |
| I can see it on your pretty face <br>
| |
| That heartbreak<br>
| |
| (He broke your) You only like the bad boys<br>
| |
| (He broke your heart) I can see it on your pretty face<br>
| |
| (He broke your heart) I could be that new toy<br>
| |
| (He broke your heart) I could be that heartbreak<br>
| |
| He broke your heart again <br>
| |
| Washed up in the city of sin singing<br>
| |
| Washed up in the city of sin singing<br>
| |
| Washed up in the city of sin singing<br>
| |
| Washed up in the city of sin singing<br>
| |
| Washed up in the city of sin singing
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>City Dreams (interlude)</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p><i>Fantastic fall fashions are in our ladies and girls department today.<br>
| |
| You can choose from our Hunter's Glen collection, an array of fashion fall pants, sweaters and shirts, all in the latest styles and colors.<br>
| |
| For that sporty look we have a great selection of novelty fleece tops, private labels and labeled jeans.<br>
| |
| We also have a terrific selection of girl sweaters and fleece separates to choose from.</i><br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| ~Seventeen, seventeen~<br>
| |
| ~City dreams, city dreams~<br>
| |
| ~Seventeen, seventeen~<br>
| |
| ~City dreams, city dreams~<br>
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Comet</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>If the sun's not up<br>
| |
| I'll bring it to you<br>
| |
| And if my mind says stop<br>
| |
| My heart will know what to do<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And if the stars are faded<br>
| |
| I'll blow the sun to pieces<br>
| |
| Make it rain<br>
| |
| Then the loneliness is gone<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| We could roll back time<br>
| |
| Before we were broken inside<br>
| |
| And leave it all behind<br>
| |
| And forget the world for a while<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Or maybe we'd be strangers<br>
| |
| And we'd never needed fixing<br>
| |
| We'll be okay<br>
| |
| Cause we never met at all<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I could be a comet<br>
| |
| Floating through space<br>
| |
| Cause being lost in you<br>
| |
| Is the best place<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Let's go back to where we started<br>
| |
| I'll be right here<br>
| |
| Just follow the light<br>
| |
| Let me burn through your atmosphere<br>
| |
| I'll burn for you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| When the day turns night<br>
| |
| You know where to go.<br>
| |
| You see the light in the sky<br>
| |
| You know you're not alone<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Maybe we could make it<br>
| |
| Out here where the air is clearer<br>
| |
| In the blue<br>
| |
| Far away from gravity<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I could be a comet<br>
| |
| Floating through space<br>
| |
| Cause being lost in you<br>
| |
| Is the best place<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Let's go back to where we started<br>
| |
| I'll be right here<br>
| |
| Just follow the light<br>
| |
| Let me burn through your atmosphere<br>
| |
| I'll burn for you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I'll be like a comet<br>
| |
| Floating in your space<br>
| |
| Being lost in you<br>
| |
| I'll be lost for days<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Let's go back to where we started<br>
| |
| I'll be right here<br>
| |
| Just follow the light<br>
| |
| Let me burn through your atmosphere<br>
| |
| I'll burn for you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And I keep burning through<br>
| |
| Cause I burn for you
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Crystalline</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Rush hour<br>
| |
| On an uptown train<br>
| |
| Doors open<br>
| |
| As she walks in<br>
| |
| She’s soaking<br>
| |
| Caught in the rain<br>
| |
| Her skin shines<br>
| |
| Crystalline<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Eyes meet<br>
| |
| You know where this goes<br>
| |
| Her key’s in<br>
| |
| They take off their clothes<br>
| |
| They’re soaking<br>
| |
| Caught in a dream<br>
| |
| Her skin shines like<br>
| |
| Crystalline<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| The problem with believers<br>
| |
| They’ll let anyone in the door<br>
| |
| The problem with deceivers<br>
| |
| Is all the bodies buried under the floor boards<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Sailors knew sirens would sing<br>
| |
| From rocks off the cliffs by the sea<br>
| |
| The monsters with waiting teeth<br>
| |
| Their skin shines<br>
| |
| Crystalline<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Rush hour<br>
| |
| On an uptown train<br>
| |
| Doors open<br>
| |
| As she walks in<br>
| |
| She’s soaking<br>
| |
| Caught in the rain<br>
| |
| Her skin shines<br>
| |
| Crystalline
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Dance With Somebody</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Take off your armor<br>
| |
| Friend of mine<br>
| |
| I have no arrows<br>
| |
| But I got time<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| All your sorrows<br>
| |
| Keeps you glued to your seat<br>
| |
| Can we get you you outta your head<br>
| |
| Into your feet<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| It’s not that the rest of us<br>
| |
| Don’t have the blues<br>
| |
| It’s just that some dance partners need a dance<br>
| |
| Partner too<br>
| |
| Is that you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Life’s too short to dance by yourself<br>
| |
| Think you should dance with somebody<br>
| |
| Life’s too short to dance by yourself<br>
| |
| Think you should dance with somebody<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Take off your armor<br>
| |
| Let down your hair<br>
| |
| You could sit on your hands or<br>
| |
| You could get closer if you dare<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And it’s not that the rest of us don’t have to fight<br>
| |
| For every bit of love for and every bit of light<br>
| |
| But tonight<br>
| |
| It’s Friday night<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Life’s too short to dance by yourself<br>
| |
| Think you should dance with somebody<br>
| |
| Life’s too short to dance by yourself<br>
| |
| Think you should dance with somebody
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Days of Thunder</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Love is a setting sun<br>
| |
| Is a smoking gun<br>
| |
| Is a four letter word<br>
| |
| I hope it hurts<br>
| |
| Love is a fatal flaw<br>
| |
| Is a broken jaw<br>
| |
| Is a burning bridge<br>
| |
| Move your hips<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And the ghost of the boulevard<br>
| |
| Littered with lonely hearts<br>
| |
| The city like a graveyard<br>
| |
| Once was a postcard<br>
| |
| When you lose your wonder<br>
| |
| And you can't remember<br>
| |
| When we were living<br>
| |
| In the days of thunder<br>
| |
| Living in the days of thunder<br>
| |
| Living in the days of thunder<br>
| |
| Living in the days of thunder<br>
| |
| Living in the days of<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Love was a dream to have<br>
| |
| Was a king-size bed<br>
| |
| Was an escape plan<br>
| |
| Was an open hand<br>
| |
| Now it's a dog from hell<br>
| |
| It's a dream you sell<br>
| |
| It's an epitaph<br>
| |
| It's photograph<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And the ghost of the boulevard<br>
| |
| Littered with lonely hearts<br>
| |
| The city like a graveyard<br>
| |
| Once was a postcard<br>
| |
| When you lose your wonder<br>
| |
| And you can't remember<br>
| |
| When we were living<br>
| |
| In the days of thunder<br>
| |
| Living in the days of thunder<br>
| |
| Living in the days of thunder<br>
| |
| Living in the days of thunder<br>
| |
| Living in the days of<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Living in the days of thunder<br>
| |
| Living in the days of thunder<br>
| |
| Living in the days of thunder<br>
| |
| Living in the days of thunder<br>
| |
| Living in the days of
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Deep Blue</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>I wasn’t looking for action<br>
| |
| Just some distraction<br>
| |
| Just a little weeknight<br>
| |
| Booth in the back<br>
| |
| I wasn’t looking for romance<br>
| |
| Just a quick slow dance<br>
| |
| On the off chance<br>
| |
| That an off night<br>
| |
| And a side glance<br>
| |
| Might lead me to the wrong hands<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I wasn’t looking for you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I wasn’t after forever<br>
| |
| Just for whatever<br>
| |
| I was one of the dark hearts<br>
| |
| Who thought that they’d never<br>
| |
| Truly be open<br>
| |
| But this is an explosion<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Of star crossed and<br>
| |
| Blood rush and<br>
| |
| Hair tossed and<br>
| |
| Cheeks flushed<br>
| |
| And weeks lost<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I wasn’t looking for you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I said “I’ve never felt my heart like this”<br>
| |
| She said “I’ve never felt my body”<br>
| |
| I always thought the point of love was just<br>
| |
| To keep from falling<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Into the deep blue<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I wasn’t looking for devotion<br>
| |
| Just cheap emotion<br>
| |
| But I found love, I found love like an ocean<br>
| |
| On my second whiskey<br>
| |
| Your eyes try to miss me<br>
| |
| They lost control<br>
| |
| I didn’t know I had a soul until the moment you kissed me<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I wasn’t looking for you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I said “I’ve never felt my heart like this”<br>
| |
| She said “I’ve never felt my body”<br>
| |
| I always thought<br>
| |
| The point of love was just<br>
| |
| To keep from falling<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Into the deep blue
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Devil Make a Deal</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Once there was a man with good intentions<br>
| |
| And some people at home he forgot to mention<br>
| |
| She was looking for a friend and he was willing to listen<br>
| |
| Once was a man with good intentions<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And nobody has to know<br>
| |
| It's alright<br>
| |
| It's alright to let go<br>
| |
| And nobody has to see<br>
| |
| What's between you and me<br>
| |
| Is you and me<br>
| |
| Is you and me<br>
| |
| Is you and me<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Once there was a girl that thought she needed to be saved<br>
| |
| By a white knight on a white horse in a white cape<br>
| |
| And maybe he's taken but you'll take him anyway<br>
| |
| Once there was a girl that thought she needed to be saved<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And nobody has to know<br>
| |
| It's alright<br>
| |
| It's alright to let go<br>
| |
| And nobody has to see<br>
| |
| What's between you and me<br>
| |
| Is you and me<br>
| |
| Is you and me<br>
| |
| Is you and me<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I don't wanna change your mind<br>
| |
| But I don't wanna go home tonight<br>
| |
| Tell me no or I'm coming over<br>
| |
| Let the devil make a deal with the angel on your shoulder<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Is you and me<br>
| |
| Is you and me
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Endless Summer</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>[should have known at the end of summer<br>
| |
| the innocence fades and the weak become stronger<br>
| |
| should have known at the end of the summer<br>
| |
| I'd be lost without you]<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| the skyline looked like a stained glass window<br>
| |
| the city sang such mad crescendo<br>
| |
| four bare feet on a rain soaked street<br>
| |
| summer airbrushed fever dreams<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| disappeared in a camera flash<br>
| |
| why do the bad girls never last<br>
| |
| lost in gin and lemonade<br>
| |
| electrospins and the mermaid parade<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| four quartets and no regrets<br>
| |
| except for the polaroids i left<br>
| |
| you were just some spell i was under<br>
| |
| that endless summer
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Explorers</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>To the freedom fighters, to the everest climbers, to the castaways<br>
| |
| To the midnight riders, to the spark igniters, I am on my way<br>
| |
| Let it be said, and let it be known,<br>
| |
| he who is free is never alone<br>
| |
| The path before us, the world behind us<br>
| |
| I’ll wait for you there<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| To the lost ark raiders, to the lion tamers, to the stowaway<br>
| |
| To the white tide chaser, to the black flag raiser, I’m on my way<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Let it be said, and let it be known,<br>
| |
| he who is free is never alone<br>
| |
| The path before us, the world behind us<br>
| |
| I’ll wait for you there<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| There’s a song that sailors know<br>
| |
| Lost, alone and far from home<br>
| |
| Golden gallions. golden guns<br>
| |
| And find that place under the sun<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| There’s a song on the Sahara wind<br>
| |
| That lifts you to your feet again<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| That dances on the clockwork stars<br>
| |
| That pulses through a beating heart
| |
| </p>
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>Fire In The Sky</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>I wasn’t looking for forever or a one night stand<br>
| |
| I was just hoping for a smile or a quick slow dance<br>
| |
| But when I saw you, there was nothing I could ever do<br>
| |
| To ignore the smell of smoke across the room<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I’ve had my mistakes<br>
| |
| But my heart was clean<br>
| |
| But I’m made of matches<br>
| |
| You’re made of gasoline<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| The room around began to catch fire and disappear<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Fighting fire with flames<br>
| |
| If I burn down would you do the same<br>
| |
| You tell me it’s wrong<br>
| |
| But we’re both to blame<br>
| |
| I wasn’t looking for a sign<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| When I touched you your skin was hot and eyes were clear<br>
| |
| And the room around began to catch fire and disappear<br>
| |
| I told my heart that I would keep it safe and locked away<br>
| |
| But I found myself walking to you through the flame<br>
| |
| I saw the flashes<br>
| |
| I saw the fire grow<br>
| |
| I saw the ember<br>
| |
| I saw the cinder smoke<br>
| |
| The room around began to catch fire and disappear;<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I see fire in the sky
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>Ghost in Your Stereo</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Tombstones climbing up the sky<br>
| |
| To claim the boredom in the whine of the radiator<br>
| |
| To freeze the fates that intertwine<br>
| |
| Unresolved and undefined in this echo chamber<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Once you've given up the ghost<br>
| |
| Just like Lazarus you'll know there's an operator<br>
| |
| Some strange passenger inside<br>
| |
| To that strange power I'm resigned like an iron anchor<br>
| |
| I'm just a ghost in your stereo<br>
| |
| The fading memory of a shipwreck in the undertow<br>
| |
| You're just a lost song I wrote<br>
| |
| And I'm just a ghost in your stereo<br>
| |
| Ghost<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| You move on a thousand times<br>
| |
| New lover's shadows on the blinds<br>
| |
| Your heart's a mercenary<br>
| |
| But like a dancer on the wire<br>
| |
| Come the sparks of frayed desire as the fire's carried<br>
| |
| I'm just a ghost in your stereo<br>
| |
| The fading memory of a shipwreck in the undertow<br>
| |
| You're just a lost song I wrote<br>
| |
| And I'm just a ghost in your stereo<br>
| |
| Ghost
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Gloria</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Oh, Gloria<br>
| |
| I feel so much better<br>
| |
| I feel so much better today<br>
| |
| And it's not the drugs<br>
| |
| And it's not the weather<br>
| |
| I just feel so much better today<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I've been asleep in the driver's seat<br>
| |
| I've been lost in my head for weeks<br>
| |
| Tryin' to find what it is I need<br>
| |
| Too god damned tired to sleep<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And then there were other times<br>
| |
| I'm so aware that I lose my mind<br>
| |
| And that I feel I could get enough<br>
| |
| So high that I can't stand up<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Oh, Gloria<br>
| |
| I feel so much better<br>
| |
| I feel so much better today<br>
| |
| And it's not the drugs<br>
| |
| And it's not the weather<br>
| |
| I just feel so much better today<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| There are those who will never learn<br>
| |
| Who build a fire and can't stay warm<br>
| |
| The only secret to make it through<br>
| |
| Is to take what's in front of you<br>
| |
| The fear of death and the thrill of speed<br>
| |
| And all the lights in front of me<br>
| |
| Drive 'til the coast is clear<br>
| |
| Faster 'til it disappears<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Oh, Gloria<br>
| |
| I feel so much better<br>
| |
| I feel so much better today<br>
| |
| And it's not the drugs<br>
| |
| And it's not the weather<br>
| |
| I just feel so much better today<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Oh, Gloria<br>
| |
| I feel so much better<br>
| |
| I feel so much better today<br>
| |
| And it's not the drugs<br>
| |
| And it's not the weather<br>
| |
| I just feel so much better today<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Oh, Gloria<br>
| |
| I feel so much better<br>
| |
| I feel so much better today<br>
| |
| And it's not the drugs<br>
| |
| And it's not the weather<br>
| |
| I just feel so much better today<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I've been asleep in the driver's seat<br>
| |
| I've been lost in my head for weeks<br>
| |
| Tryin' to find what it is I need<br>
| |
| Too god damned tired to sleep
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Golden Gate</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>We got married under the Golden Gate<br>
| |
| Then we got drunk in the Upper Haight<br>
| |
| It was a sunny day<br>
| |
| All our friends got laid<br>
| |
| And when we got a little older we moved away<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Took I-80 to New York City<br>
| |
| It's a long damn way but it sure is pretty<br>
| |
| We ran out of gas<br>
| |
| Near Colfax<br>
| |
| And delivered our first child 9 months after that<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And I just called to say<br>
| |
| I know you're always sitting in the barrio waiting<br>
| |
| There will come a day<br>
| |
| And it'll be easier to fly away than it will be to stay<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Lived in a New York studio<br>
| |
| 'Til we left the city for a modest home<br>
| |
| A Springsteen song<br>
| |
| A whole life long<br>
| |
| A breeze that lifts your head once before it's gone<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Time will come and shift its weight<br>
| |
| The laugh lines, bruised knees, birthday cake<br>
| |
| And when I die I'll see your face in a sun dress on a Saturday<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And I just called to say<br>
| |
| I know you're always sitting in the barrio waiting<br>
| |
| I know that there will come a day<br>
| |
| And it'll be easier to fly away than it will be to stay
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Good in Red</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Called a curse in the cradle<br>
| |
| Loving mother, unstable<br>
| |
| Daddy gone, under the table<br>
| |
| But you found a song in your heart<br>
| |
| So you learned how to fight<br>
| |
| How to starve<br>
| |
| How to survive when the others blocked your light<br>
| |
| You learned to see beyond the stars<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| The curse of small desires<br>
| |
| Easily acquired<br>
| |
| It's time to set your gasoline heart on fire<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Kill your demons<br>
| |
| Kill 'em dead<br>
| |
| In your mirror, in your bed<br>
| |
| In your heart, in your head<br>
| |
| Don't you look good in red<br>
| |
| Slay your devils, kill 'em all<br>
| |
| Take your throne, paint the walls<br>
| |
| And if you make it out alive<br>
| |
| Hold that bloody head up high<br>
| |
| Don't you look good in red<br>
| |
| Don't you look good in red<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Is there more beyond those plains?<br>
| |
| You cut your hair, changed your name<br>
| |
| Left a note as you escaped<br>
| |
| To thine own self be true<br>
| |
| But there was no gold in those hills<br>
| |
| No platinum in those pretty pills<br>
| |
| Just werewolves tossing dollar bills<br>
| |
| And the wine dark sea of Malibu<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| The curse of small desires<br>
| |
| Easily acquired<br>
| |
| It's time to set your gasoline heart on fire<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Kill your demons<br>
| |
| Kill 'em dead<br>
| |
| In your mirror, in your bed<br>
| |
| In your heart, in your head<br>
| |
| Don't you look good in red<br>
| |
| Slay your devils, kill 'em all<br>
| |
| Take your throne, paint the walls<br>
| |
| And if you make it out alive<br>
| |
| Hold that bloody head up high<br>
| |
| Don't you look good in red?<br>
| |
| Don't you look good in red<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| No one's coming to save you<br>
| |
| No one's coming to save you<br>
| |
| Swing that sword that you made<br>
| |
| With the pain that they gave you<br>
| |
| Like the pain is gonna save you<br>
| |
| (Pain is gonna save you)<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Kill your demons<br>
| |
| Kill 'em dead<br>
| |
| In your mirror, in your bed<br>
| |
| In your heart, in your head<br>
| |
| Don't you look good in red<br>
| |
| Slay your devils, kill 'em all<br>
| |
| Take your throne, paint the walls<br>
| |
| And if you make it out alive<br>
| |
| Hold that bloody head up high<br>
| |
| Don't you look good in red<br>
| |
| Don't you look good in red
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Heart Worth Breaking</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>All I want is to feel how deep it really is<br>
| |
| Somehow we always get lost in the bullshit<br>
| |
| Another night getting high in your dad's car<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I think maybe we're bigger than we think we are<br>
| |
| Baby you better than you think you are<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I just want to have a heart worth breaking<br>
| |
| That's all I really wanna say<br>
| |
| I'm sorry my hands are shaking<br>
| |
| I don't normally feel this way<br>
| |
| But my whole life is just the chances I'm not taking<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart worth breaking<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart worth breaking<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| All I want is to feel this moment<br>
| |
| You think happiness is somewhere else<br>
| |
| I just wanna always treat you well but<br>
| |
| Maybe first I have to love myself<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I don't know why you love me<br>
| |
| I'm gonna try and love me<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I just want to have a heart worth breaking<br>
| |
| That's all I really wanna say<br>
| |
| I'm sorry my hands are shaking<br>
| |
| I don't normally feel this way<br>
| |
| But my whole life is just the chances I'm not taking<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart worth breaking<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart worth breaking<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I just want to have a heart worth breaking<br>
| |
| That's all I really wanna say<br>
| |
| I'm sorry my hands are shaking<br>
| |
| I don't normally feel this way<br>
| |
| But my whole life is just the chances I'm not taking<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart worth breaking<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart<br>
| |
| I just wanna have a heart worth breaking
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Heartbeat</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>If the world is made out of love <br>
| |
| Then the pain is proof that it isn’t done<br>
| |
| When you’re empty you can use me up<br>
| |
| You won’t run out there is love enough <br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Everybody wants to walk away sometimes<br>
| |
| Some believe they can fly<br>
| |
| Either way, <br>
| |
| Coming down is still a hell of a ride<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| If you can feel your heartbeat <br>
| |
| You’re not done yet <br>
| |
| You can’t be <br>
| |
| If it hurts, it’s working <br>
| |
| There is love enough <br>
| |
| For you and me <br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| If the world is made out of love <br>
| |
| Then a heart can change in anyone <br>
| |
| I was nearly dead when you shared your cup<br>
| |
| You’re the proof to me there is love enough <br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Everybody wants to walk away sometimes<br>
| |
| Fools believe they can fly <br>
| |
| Either way <br>
| |
| Coming down is still a hell of a ride <br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| If you can feel your heartbeat <br>
| |
| You’re not done yet <br>
| |
| You can’t be <br>
| |
| If it hurts, it’s working <br>
| |
| There is love enough <br>
| |
| For you and me<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| If you can feel your heartbeat <br>
| |
| You’re not done yet <br>
| |
| You can’t be <br>
| |
| Just keep going <br>
| |
| There is love enough <br>
| |
| For you and me<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| If the world is made out of us, <br>
| |
| All our shadows suggest a sun <br>
| |
| Every desert heart that wants the flood <br>
| |
| Come and bring your need <br>
| |
| There is love enough<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Keep going ‘cause we can’t go back<br>
| |
| Keep going ‘cause we can’t go back<br>
| |
| Keep going ‘cause we can’t go back <br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| If you can feel your heartbeat<br>
| |
| You’re not done yet <br>
| |
| You can’t be <br>
| |
| If it hurts, it’s working <br>
| |
| There is love enough <br>
| |
| For you and me<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| If you can feel your heartbeat <br>
| |
| You’re not done yet <br>
| |
| You can’t be <br>
| |
| Just keep going <br>
| |
| There is love enough <br>
| |
| For you and me
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Heroes</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>One year closer to my death<br>
| |
| I still haven't found what I'm looking for yet<br>
| |
| It's not big blue eyes, long blonde hair<br>
| |
| It's not a million dollars or a secret prayer<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Another year asleep under the spell<br>
| |
| Sometimes it's hard to remember <br>
| |
| 'cause you wear it so well<br>
| |
| Made my home in the underground<br>
| |
| 'Cause nothing grows in the wasteland now<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Are we just too easily pleased<br>
| |
| Here with the pundits and sages<br>
| |
| Witty and pretty and shitty and high<br>
| |
| Almost getting by<br>
| |
| Almost getting by<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I'm ready to live my life again<br>
| |
| Like there's a chance worth taking<br>
| |
| Ready to love you like I can<br>
| |
| Like my heart's not breaking<br>
| |
| Wherever you are, wherever you are<br>
| |
| Red, white, and bruised<br>
| |
| I'll keep waiting<br>
| |
| The missing hero is you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Broke down on the 101<br>
| |
| Just bad luck believers <br>
| |
| Blinded by the sun<br>
| |
| Yeah, we chased our dreams<br>
| |
| like you taught us how<br>
| |
| But nothing grows in the wasteland now<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Are we just too easily pleased<br>
| |
| Here with the pundits and sages<br>
| |
| Witty and pretty and shitty and high<br>
| |
| Almost getting by<br>
| |
| Almost getting by<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I'm ready to live my life again<br>
| |
| Like there's a chance worth taking<br>
| |
| Ready to love you like I can<br>
| |
| Like my heart's not breaking<br>
| |
| Wherever you are, wherever you are<br>
| |
| Red, white, and bruised<br>
| |
| I'll keep waiting<br>
| |
| But the missing hero is you
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Jason</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>[keep on running]<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| He comes alive in metropolis lights when the musics way too loud<br>
| |
| Deep in the night it's easy to hide and he's got it all figured out<br>
| |
| White satellites getting lost in his eyes but to him she's just another girl<br>
| |
| Roll with the tide like the wind and the sky and he'll only let you down<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Oooh Jason<br>
| |
| Tell me what you're chasin'<br>
| |
| Because the night will never give you what you want<br>
| |
| Oooh Jason<br>
| |
| And if you can't escape it<br>
| |
| I hope you find whatever you've been looking for<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Where do you go in a town full of ghosts and everybody knows your name<br>
| |
| And all the homecoming queens in the small town scenes they'll offer you a place to stay<br>
| |
| Some want forever instead of whenever when they're naked in the light<br>
| |
| It's a strange little potion but sometimes the motion almost makes you feel alive<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Oooh Jason<br>
| |
| Tell me what you're chasin'<br>
| |
| Because the night will never give you what you want<br>
| |
| Oooh Jason<br>
| |
| And if you can't escape it<br>
| |
| I hope you find whatever you've been looking for<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And I'm gonna keep on running
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Kick Drums & Red Wine</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Some look to the sky for truth<br>
| |
| I look across the room<br>
| |
| Katie's dress in full bloom<br>
| |
| Yellows and blues<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| But I prefer kick drums and red wine<br>
| |
| I prefer kick drums and red wine<br>
| |
| I prefer kick drums and red wine<br>
| |
| I prefer kick drums and red wine<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Some people find it with devotion<br>
| |
| Some with gold and some with bourbon<br>
| |
| Some like praying to the blue sky<br>
| |
| Some like putting on a disguise<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| But I prefer kick drums and red wine<br>
| |
| I prefer kick drums and red wine<br>
| |
| I prefer kick drums and red wine<br>
| |
| I prefer kick drums and red wine<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I prefer kick drums and red wine<br>
| |
| I prefer kick drums and red wine<br>
| |
| I prefer kick drums and red wine<br>
| |
| I prefer kick drums and red wine
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Kids</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>The kids are sad<br>
| |
| The sky is blue<br>
| |
| There are monsters in the spare bedroom<br>
| |
| Kids grow up<br>
| |
| And move away<br>
| |
| They closed the plant<br>
| |
| Then the mall arcade<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| The kids are sad<br>
| |
| Their Parents too<br>
| |
| Kids get high in the spare bedroom<br>
| |
| We grow up<br>
| |
| And move away<br>
| |
| The seasons pass but the monsters stay
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Land Locked Heart</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Maybe I left here a long time ago<br>
| |
| And neither of us knew it<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Would they say I've lost the plot<br>
| |
| Would you say I blew it<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Thought I found a way back home<br>
| |
| And now I'm looking through it<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| After all this time spent gone<br>
| |
| I think I just outgrew it<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Empty out my bedroom<br>
| |
| Throw all that stuff away<br>
| |
| All I'm taking with me now is a blank slate<br>
| |
| 'Cause these days are too short<br>
| |
| To live a whole life through<br>
| |
| In this land-locked,<br>
| |
| In this land-locked heart with you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Maybe I left here a long time ago<br>
| |
| And maybe we both knew it<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Maybe this could've been heaven<br>
| |
| But the weeds just grew right through it<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| So what is left of paradise<br>
| |
| Out beyond it's edges<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Empty lights, sunset skies<br>
| |
| Over the empty hedges<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Were we supposed to waste away<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Empty out my bedroom<br>
| |
| Throw all that stuff away<br>
| |
| All I'm taking with me now is a blank slate<br>
| |
| 'Cause these days are too short<br>
| |
| To live a whole life through<br>
| |
| In this land-locked,<br>
| |
| In this land-locked heart with you
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
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| <details>
| |
| <summary>Last Train</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>The top shelf tumbles<br>
| |
| And the wall clocks run<br>
| |
| Well scotch bottles and the soda guns<br>
| |
| You missed the last train from the city tonight<br>
| |
| Old friends see each other in a different different light<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| The alphabet city's<br>
| |
| Dive bars drone<br>
| |
| And two pilgrims seek a makeshift home<br>
| |
| You missed the last train from the city tonight<br>
| |
| Old friends see each other in a different different light<br>
| |
| You missed the last train tonight<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| There is a song<br>
| |
| Singing in the dark<br>
| |
| Don’t get too close<br>
| |
| Or it’ll tear you apart<br>
| |
| There is a reason<br>
| |
| For every season<br>
| |
| Of the heart<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| There is a song<br>
| |
| Singing in the fire<br>
| |
| Don’t get too close<br>
| |
| It cuts like wire<br>
| |
| There is a reason<br>
| |
| For every season<br>
| |
| Of desire<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| The subway rumbles under union square<br>
| |
| The morning finds an unlikely pair<br>
| |
| Hotel lobby holding hands don’t blink don’t think don’t look in her eyes<br>
| |
| Is this forever or is this goodbye<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| There is a song<br>
| |
| Singing in the dark<br>
| |
| Don’t get too close<br>
| |
| Or it’ll tear you apart<br>
| |
| There is a reason<br>
| |
| For every season<br>
| |
| Of heart;<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| There is a song<br>
| |
| Singing in the fire<br>
| |
| Don’t get too close<br>
| |
| It cuts like wire<br>
| |
| There is a reason<br>
| |
| For every season<br>
| |
| Of desire<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Half in light and half in dark is where we start<br>
| |
| Half in light and half in dark is where we are<br>
| |
| Half in light and half in dark is where we start<br>
| |
| Half in light and half in dark is where we are<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| We are one beating heart
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Light Years</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>I fell in love with the feeling.<br>
| |
| I didn't fall in love with you.<br>
| |
| There was a song I was singing<br>
| |
| But it wasn't meant for you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And I'm sorry I'm sorry<br>
| |
| That I can't stay<br>
| |
| I'm sorry<br>
| |
| We're light years away<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I bite your lip<br>
| |
| And you taste like summer time<br>
| |
| I can’t forget<br>
| |
| The days when you were mine<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Do you wander the streets every night<br>
| |
| Just to find me too?<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Lightyears<br>
| |
| Echos<br>
| |
| In the streetlights<br>
| |
| In between those<br>
| |
| Spaces in the moment<br>
| |
| Come and find me<br>
| |
| Where we let go<br>
| |
| Come and find me<br>
| |
| Where we let go<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I fell in love with a feeling<br>
| |
| And your funny faces<br>
| |
| That you were beautiful and broken<br>
| |
| In all the right places<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I'm sorry I'm sorry<br>
| |
| That I can't stay<br>
| |
| I'm sorry<br>
| |
| We're light years away<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Millions behind or lightyears ahead<br>
| |
| Our time is now- our time was then<br>
| |
| And I hear your voice inside of my head but - It’s just a silhouette<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Do you wonder what happened<br>
| |
| To all of the love we lose?<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Lightyears<br>
| |
| Echos<br>
| |
| In the streetlights<br>
| |
| In between those<br>
| |
| Spaces in the moment<br>
| |
| Come and find me<br>
| |
| Where we let go<br>
| |
| Come and find me<br>
| |
| Where we let go<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Lightyears<br>
| |
| Do you want your tears back?<br>
| |
| Lightyears<br>
| |
| They’re gone<br>
| |
| I’m sorry
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Los Angeles</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Fire on the beach<br>
| |
| Face to the sky<br>
| |
| The stars dance around like gods in disguise<br>
| |
| The gold silhouette<br>
| |
| You take off your clothes<br>
| |
| And my heart feels the weight of all I don't know<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Memories and mountain tops<br>
| |
| Drunk on Sunset Boulevard<br>
| |
| With the city of angels singing on<br>
| |
| Maybe this is just a dream<br>
| |
| And maybe we are still asleep<br>
| |
| But I, I will miss you when I'm gone<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Flickers of the canyon fire<br>
| |
| Its hands raised like a gospel choir<br>
| |
| If we live forever, let us live forever tonight<br>
| |
| Helicopters against the moonlight<br>
| |
| Our holy mother of the midnight<br>
| |
| And if we live forever, let us live forever tonight<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Tomorrow we'll go<br>
| |
| Back to our lives<br>
| |
| With sand in our skin and sun in our eyes<br>
| |
| But I know the truth<br>
| |
| I've seen the signs<br>
| |
| And I've seen the golden gods in disguise<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Memories and mountain tops<br>
| |
| Drunk on Sunset Boulevard<br>
| |
| With the city of angels singing on<br>
| |
| Maybe this is just a dream<br>
| |
| And maybe we are still asleep<br>
| |
| But I, I will miss you when I'm gone<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Flickers of the canyon fire<br>
| |
| Its hands raised like a gospel choir<br>
| |
| If we live forever, let us live forever tonight<br>
| |
| Helicopters against the moonlight<br>
| |
| Our holy mother of the midnight<br>
| |
| And if we live forever, let us live forever tonight<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Flickers of the canyon fire<br>
| |
| Its hands raised like a gospel choir<br>
| |
| If we live forever, let us live forever tonight<br>
| |
| Helicopters against the moonlight<br>
| |
| Our holy mother of the midnight<br>
| |
| And if we live forever, let us live forever tonight<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Flickers of the canyon fire<br>
| |
| Its hands raised like a gospel choir<br>
| |
| If we live forever, let us live forever tonight<br>
| |
| Helicopters against the moonlight<br>
| |
| Our holy mother of the midnight<br>
| |
| And if we live forever, let us live forever tonight
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Lost Boy</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>We were the monsters and fire-breathers<br>
| |
| We were the quiet sunrise leavers<br>
| |
| You were a good girl, what could I do?<br>
| |
| I was a lost boy when I met you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Hold me til I’m not lonely anymore<br>
| |
| It’s only the crashing of the ocean to the shore<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Because in the dark there are no strangers,<br>
| |
| There are no strangers at all<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| We were the rebels, lone survivors<br>
| |
| We were the cult of deep sea divers<br>
| |
| We were young once then we grew old<br>
| |
| We were shining, we were fool's gold<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Hold me till I’m not lonely anymore<br>
| |
| It’s only the crashing of the ocean to the shore<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Because in the dark there are no strangers,<br>
| |
| There are no strangers at all
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Love is an Ocean</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>I move slowly in the haze of people posing like the sun
| |
| Under glowing eyes of neon skies spinning in slow motion
| |
| <br>
| |
| Diving deep in the heart
| |
| Floating in the blue
| |
| And the ocean has arms
| |
| Let it carry me to you
| |
| <br>
| |
| Cause love is an ocean
| |
| Love is an ocean
| |
| Love is an ocean
| |
| Love is an ocean
| |
| <br>
| |
| And our life back at the surface has us struggle through our days
| |
| But when sun bursts on the water I feel longing to escape
| |
| <br>
| |
| Diving deep in the heart
| |
| Floating in the blue
| |
| And the ocean has arms
| |
| Let it carry me to you
| |
| <br>
| |
| Cause love is an ocean
| |
| Love is an ocean
| |
| Love is an ocean
| |
| Love is an ocean
| |
| <br>
| |
| Cause love is an ocean
| |
| Love is an ocean
| |
| Love is an ocean
| |
| Love is an ocean
| |
| Love is an ocean
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Loved By You</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Keep a dream in my suitcase heart<br>
| |
| I sleep where I can and wake up in the dark<br>
| |
| I keep on moving 'til I find that spark<br>
| |
| I got a dream in my suitcase heart<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Keep a memory in a photograph<br>
| |
| When times are good <br>
| |
| Good times don't last<br>
| |
| I keep on moving through and moving past<br>
| |
| But I got a memory in a photograph<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| We were young and we were free<br>
| |
| Two runaways and an impossible dream<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| All I want is to be loved by you<br>
| |
| Loved by you<br>
| |
| Loved by you<br>
| |
| All I want is to be loved by you<br>
| |
| To be loved by you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Keep a ghost in my suitcase heart<br>
| |
| She keeps me company when things get dark<br>
| |
| I keep on waiting for that brand new start<br>
| |
| I keep a ghost in my suitcase heart<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| We were young and we were free<br>
| |
| Too many ways and an impossible dream<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| All I want is to be loved by you<br>
| |
| Loved by you<br>
| |
| Loved by you<br>
| |
| All I want is to be loved by you<br>
| |
| To be loved by you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| All I wanted was the thick and thin<br>
| |
| Til the ship goes down at the bitter end<br>
| |
| All I wanted was the hallelu' to be loved by you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| There is no place like yesterday<br>
| |
| When we're broken and completely unafraid<br>
| |
| There is no place like yesterday<br>
| |
| Except your waiting arms<br>
| |
| Safe and warm<br>
| |
| Keep holding on<br>
| |
| Through the storm<br>
| |
| I'm on my way<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| All I want is to be loved by you<br>
| |
| Loved by you<br>
| |
| Loved by you<br>
| |
| All I want is to be loved by you<br>
| |
| To be loved by you<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| All I wanted was the thick and thin<br>
| |
| Til the ship goes down at the bitter end<br>
| |
| All I wanted was the hallelu' to be loved by you
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Memories</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>everything is clear in the rear view mirror<br>
| |
| the coast highway and the golden hour<br>
| |
| only love<br>
| |
| nothing was lost<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| everything fits when you tell your story<br>
| |
| the blurry portraits in the halls of former lovers<br>
| |
| gone<br>
| |
| but nothing was lost<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| you'll always be a part of me<br>
| |
| you gave me a song to sing<br>
| |
| dancing in your room<br>
| |
| innocent and true<br>
| |
| elvis tattoo on your shoulder<br>
| |
| we'll know better when we're older<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| you'll always be a part of me<br>
| |
| some wounds will always sting<br>
| |
| forever in full bloom<br>
| |
| barely twenty two<br>
| |
| summer days are growing colder<br>
| |
| we'll know better when we're older<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| all of this was planned when the world was started<br>
| |
| the red blood hearts<br>
| |
| the final word was never said<br>
| |
| i'm tossing in my bed<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| but everything is clear in the rear view mirror<br>
| |
| when nothing is left<br>
| |
| the lights of evening round us shine pink and silver skies<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| you'll always be a part of me<br>
| |
| you gave me a song to sing<br>
| |
| dancing in your room<br>
| |
| innocent and true<br>
| |
| elvis tattoo on your shoulder<br>
| |
| we'll know better when we're older<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| you'll always be a part of me<br>
| |
| some wounds will always sting<br>
| |
| forever in full bloom<br>
| |
| barely twenty two<br>
| |
| summer days are growing colder<br>
| |
| we'll know better when we're older
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Monsters</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Put two beating hearts together<br>
| |
| Stitched the seams and pull the levers<br>
| |
| Strange desires<br>
| |
| Sparks and wires<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I signed the dotted line<br>
| |
| That tethered yours to mine<br>
| |
| No anesthetic<br>
| |
| For hearts electric<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| But parts start to decay<br>
| |
| When just your shadow half remains<br>
| |
| The operation<br>
| |
| Had complications<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And the part of you that died<br>
| |
| I’ll carry all my life<br>
| |
| Lovers slowly decomposing<br>
| |
| So it goes<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| It could’ve been Paradise<br>
| |
| We could’ve had diamond eyes<br>
| |
| I held so tight that I lost her<br>
| |
| We could’ve been fireflies<br>
| |
| But that fire died<br>
| |
| Dead and gone<br>
| |
| I was wrong<br>
| |
| Love’s a con<br>
| |
| And I’m a monster<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| [Monsters]<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Hope lingers on<br>
| |
| After the one you love is gone<br>
| |
| Thought I smelled your ghost<br>
| |
| In my winter coat<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| And our love became a void<br>
| |
| Another echo in the noise<br>
| |
| I can’t erase<br>
| |
| What we became<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| It could’ve been Paradise<br>
| |
| Could’ve been you and I<br>
| |
| I played the fool<br>
| |
| And you played the martyr<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| We could’ve been fireflies<br>
| |
| But some fires die<br>
| |
| I meant no harm<br>
| |
| We were both wrong<br>
| |
| Moving on<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I’m a monster
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Neon Medusa</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Don't fall in love with the man on stage<br>
| |
| I'll be on in a minute<br>
| |
| I'm just sharpening my blade<br>
| |
| Don't fall for his flattering tune<br>
| |
| He'll promise you the world until you drink that perfume<br>
| |
| It's a highway<br>
| |
| Highway to the dark<br>
| |
| And a neon medusa's got your heart<br>
| |
| Sweet canyon lullabies<br>
| |
| Don't look straight into its eyes<br>
| |
| It's a highway<br>
| |
| Highway to the dark<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| There's only two ways to make it in this town<br>
| |
| One is to be brilliant<br>
| |
| The other is to drown<br>
| |
| But don't take both drugs all in one go<br>
| |
| You can't reach the heavens passed out on the floor<br>
| |
| It's a highway<br>
| |
| Highway to the dark<br>
| |
| And a neon medusa's got your heart<br>
| |
| Sweet canyon lullabies<br>
| |
| Don't look straight into its eyes<br>
| |
| It's a highway<br>
| |
| Highway to the dark<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| If your mama could see you now<br>
| |
| If your mama could see you now<br>
| |
| Topless and upside down<br>
| |
| The room spinning around<br>
| |
| If your mama could see you now<br>
| |
| With the party lines coming out<br>
| |
| Are you lost and are you found?<br>
| |
| Are there too many mirrors in this house?<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Don't fall in love with the man on stage<br>
| |
| I'll be on in a minute<br>
| |
| Then I'll sweep you away<br>
| |
| Don't fall for the monsters in this maze<br>
| |
| But I could love you forever if you'd meet my gaze
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Night Skies</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Your house is on fire won’t you let me in<br>
| |
| Your house is on fire won’t you let me in<br>
| |
| I’m drowning in desire<br>
| |
| Your hair<br>
| |
| Your skin<br>
| |
| The flames burn hotter the deeper you go in<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Your house is on fire won’t you let me in<br>
| |
| Your house is on fire won’t you let me in<br>
| |
| I’m drowning in desire<br>
| |
| Your hair<br>
| |
| Your skin<br>
| |
| The flame burns hotter the deeper you go in<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| 1000 miles an hour, how does it feel?<br>
| |
| A million horsepower, no steering wheel<br>
| |
| Running off the shoulder, asleep on the stage<br>
| |
| Exploding cold steel, fire beauty and rage<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Your ship is sinking let me climb aboard<br>
| |
| Your ship is sinking let me climb aboard<br>
| |
| The flames burning hotter, oh my lord<br>
| |
| Your ship is sinking let me climb aboard
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
| |
| <summary>Nighthawks</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>i see you<br>
| |
| you see me<br>
| |
| eighteenth floor<br>
| |
| across the street<br>
| |
| sometimes you dance<br>
| |
| sometimes you read<br>
| |
| tv dinners fall asleep<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| do i ever cross your mind<br>
| |
| through your window in the sky<br>
| |
| when you forget to close the blinds<br>
| |
| so do i<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| i see you<br>
| |
| check your phone<br>
| |
| wash the dishes<br>
| |
| fold the clothes<br>
| |
| sometimes you stay up<br>
| |
| and get stoned<br>
| |
| but you always sleep alone<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| do i ever cross your mind<br>
| |
| through your window in the sky<br>
| |
| when you forget to close the blinds<br>
| |
| so do i
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
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| <details>
| |
| <summary>Nothing Beats Like A Heart</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>总有更加先进的一代<br>
| |
| There will always be a more advanced generation<br>
| |
| 不断被制造出来<br>
| |
| Being manufactured<br>
| |
| 我并不失落<br>
| |
| I’m not sad<br>
| |
| 也不会很寂寞<br>
| |
| And I won’t be too lonely<br>
| |
| 只是在被遗忘的角落<br>
| |
| Though I will be blue<br>
| |
| 偶尔会闷闷不乐<br>
| |
| When left in the corner of forgotten<br>
| |
| 这其实也没有什么<br>
| |
| And it’s really nothing<br>
| |
| 所有我们曾看到和触摸到的一切<br>
| |
| Everything we used to see and touch<br>
| |
| 都在不断消逝 而最终消失<br>
| |
| Decaying as they are, Will all be gone eventually<br>
| |
| 如果终将一败涂地<br>
| |
| If we were to fail in the end<br>
| |
| 未来不再需要你<br>
| |
| You won’t be needed in the future<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Like you know it’s a heart beating now that can melt away and bury everything<br>
| |
| Extremely hard as a stone and sometimes fragile<br>
| |
| As you know time is so fast as if we never separated<br>
| |
| I won’t cry just hold me tight<br>
| |
| just hold me tight<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I am the ticking of the clockwork stars<br>
| |
| I am the fragments of the beating heart<br>
| |
| Waiting on a fainting spark<br>
| |
| To warm me in the cold<br>
| |
| I am the dying leaf upon this tree<br>
| |
| I’ll maybe last a century<br>
| |
| Waiting on a gentle breeze<br>
| |
| To cast these sails to shore<br>
| |
| Only a fool would ask for more<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Like you know it’s a heart beating now that can melt away and bury everything<br>
| |
| Extremely hard as a stone and sometimes fragile<br>
| |
| As you know time is so fast as if we never separated<br>
| |
| I won’t cry just hold me tight<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Like you know it’s a heart beating now that can melt away and bury everything<br>
| |
| Extremely hard as a stone and sometimes fragile<br>
| |
| As you know time is so fast as if we never separated<br>
| |
| I won’t cry just hold me tight<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| just hold me tight<br>
| |
| just hold me tight<br>
| |
| just hold me tight<br>
| |
| just hold me tight
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Photograph</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Take a picture of your life<br>
| |
| Put it on your bedroom wall<br>
| |
| Check on it from time to time<br>
| |
| Make sure that you don't lose heart<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Take a picture of your life<br>
| |
| Frame by frame<br>
| |
| Profiles in courage<br>
| |
| Name by name<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Put a picture of your sadness<br>
| |
| Next to one from better days<br>
| |
| It's a holy madness<br>
| |
| There's holy joy and there's holy pain<br>
| |
| You came to bum a smoke<br>
| |
| We stayed together as the seasons passed<br>
| |
| You left with a story<br>
| |
| And a shoebox of photographs<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Lightning<br>
| |
| The cameras are flashing<br>
| |
| The moments are passing<br>
| |
| The proof of it all<br>
| |
| Lightning<br>
| |
| Petty and tragic<br>
| |
| The horror <br>
| |
| The magic<br>
| |
| Remember it all
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Prom Night</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>There’s an open road<br>
| |
| And now an open door<br>
| |
| And a pretty girl’s hand<br>
| |
| Beside yours<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Do you know what to do<br>
| |
| As she looks at you<br>
| |
| Can leap from the ledge<br>
| |
| And bridge the two halves of the world<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Hold her hand<br>
| |
| We’ll never pass this way again<br>
| |
| Hold her hand<br>
| |
| Forever or a slow dance<br>
| |
| A breath as deep as you make<br>
| |
| There’s a chance if you take it<br>
| |
| And a heart that you break is still a heart<br>
| |
| Hold her hand<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| There’s an open floor<br>
| |
| As the chorus soars<br>
| |
| And a pretty girl’s hand<br>
| |
| Beside yours<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Who knows what you’ll find<br>
| |
| But the threshold shines<br>
| |
| Can you leap from the ledge and bridge the two halves of the world<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Hold her hand<br>
| |
| We’ll never pass this way again<br>
| |
| Hold her hand<br>
| |
| Forever or a slow dance<br>
| |
| A breath as deep as you make<br>
| |
| There’s a chance if you take it<br>
| |
| And a heart that you break is still a heart<br>
| |
| Hold her hand<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Prom night turns to daylight rediscovered<br>
| |
| Friends become lovers under covers<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Hold her hand<br>
| |
| We’ll never pass this way again<br>
| |
| Hold her hand<br>
| |
| Forever or a slow dance<br>
| |
| A breath as deep as you make<br>
| |
| There’s a chance if you take it<br>
| |
| And a heart that you break is still a heart<br>
| |
| Hold her hand
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>River of Darkness</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Glowing windows in the buildings from the elevated train<br>
| |
| I see a thousand different stories pass<br>
| |
| And faces without names<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I forget why I came here<br>
| |
| And forget why I stay<br>
| |
| And wonder if they'd notice<br>
| |
| If I slipped away<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| What if I kept going<br>
| |
| What if I don't get off tonight<br>
| |
| What if I ride this to the edges<br>
| |
| Through the darkness to the light<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Could I find you there?<br>
| |
| Could I find you there?<br>
| |
| If I slipped away?<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| What if there's no answer<br>
| |
| We’re all just hearts that have to fight<br>
| |
| Through the dangers of the rapids<br>
| |
| Through the darkness to the light<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Could I find you there?<br>
| |
| Could I find you there?<br>
| |
| If I slipped away?
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Seventeen</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>I was a runaway and you were a Queen<br>
| |
| Our tongues tied in the mezzanine<br>
| |
| We were free<br>
| |
| No strings on you no strings on me<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I was a cannonball and you were the sea<br>
| |
| When I crashed into your blue dream<br>
| |
| We were free<br>
| |
| Time takes no prisoners, you’ll see<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| When you’re seventeen<br>
| |
| The thought of a spark could start a fire<br>
| |
| Tube top and faded jeans<br>
| |
| How we forget how we desire<br>
| |
| Seventeen<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| We were seventeen<br>
| |
| We had city dreams<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I was a runaway and you were a jewel<br>
| |
| It was Paradise in the land of fools<br>
| |
| We were free<br>
| |
| No strings on you no strings on me<br>
| |
| Free<br>
| |
| Time takes no prisoners, you’ll see<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| When you’re seventeen<br>
| |
| The thought of a spark could start a fire<br>
| |
| Tube top and faded jeans<br>
| |
| How we forget how we desire<br>
| |
| Seventeen<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| We were seventeen<br>
| |
| We had city dreams
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Shadows</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>The city carved a silhouette<br>
| |
| On the ocean after dark Over The lonely and the holy<br>
| |
| And the red blood beating hearts<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Up from the dirty black water<br>
| |
| A shadow void of form Raised itself out of the river<br>
| |
| And it climbed upon the shore<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Neon on the black top<br>
| |
| Theres a gentle rain downtown The shadow pooling underneath me<br>
| |
| As it follows on the ground<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Kissed you when I saw you<br>
| |
| Stared deep into your eyes I meant to say ‘I love you’<br>
| |
| But instead I said goodbye<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Shadows in the city<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I’m a stranger to myself On these streets I’m someone else Shadows in the city Like a demon in the dark<br>
| |
| Come to tear us apart (neon on the city)<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| (shadows, downtown)<br>
| |
| (neon on the city) (shadows, downtown) (neon on the city) (shadows, downtown) (neon on the city) (shadows, downtown)<br>
| |
| (neon on the city)<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| For all my good intentions<br>
| |
| There's a shadow in this dark It comes to me infrequently<br>
| |
| And breaks your perfect heart<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I don't know why I do it<br>
| |
| (I) Apologize but it's too Late A single tear you leave me here and<br>
| |
| Shadow slips away<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Shadows in the city<br>
| |
| I’m a stranger to myself On these streets I’m someone else Shadows in the city Like a demon in the dark<br>
| |
| Come to tear us apart (neon on the city)<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| (shadows, downtown)<br>
| |
| (neon on the city) (shadows, downtown) (neon on the city) (shadows, downtown) (neon on the city) (shadows, downtown) (neon on the city) (shadows, downtown)<br>
| |
| (neon on the city)<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| (shadows, downtown)<br>
| |
| (neon on the city) (shadows, downtown) (neon on the city) (shadows, downtown) (neon on the city) (shadows, downtown)<br>
| |
| (neon on the city)<br>
| |
| (shadows, downtown)<br>
| |
| (neon on the city) (shadows, downtown) (neon on the city) (shadows, downtown)<br>
| |
| (neon on the city)
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Silence</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>(Nothing but silence)<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Late at night had a sinking feeling<br>
| |
| That you were right sayin' I'm not seeing<br>
| |
| All the lies that I made myself believe<br>
| |
| That seemed to divide us<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Once in my life moving on towards something<br>
| |
| I realized it was all for nothing<br>
| |
| Wonder why every good thing has to end<br>
| |
| In nothing but silence<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I'm trying but I can't find<br>
| |
| A way to let you know that<br>
| |
| I'm dying on the inside<br>
| |
| The feeling sets in in the silence<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| In the silence<br>
| |
| In the silence<br>
| |
| In the silence<br>
| |
| (In the silence)<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Pressing through the paradoxes<br>
| |
| One door opens, another locks it<br>
| |
| Shrinking walls of freedom's fantasies (fantasies)<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| My gravity spins off its axis<br>
| |
| Fever dream phantoms of your absence<br>
| |
| Fading frames to cold geometry (geometry)<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| I'm trying but I can't find<br>
| |
| A way to let you know that<br>
| |
| I'm dying on the inside<br>
| |
| The feeling sets in in this silence<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| In the silence<br>
| |
| In the silence<br>
| |
| In the silence<br>
| |
| (In the silence)<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| The feeling sets in in the silence
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Sometimes She Smiles</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>He spoke of the truth and how it might save her<br>
| |
| And she spoke of the trees in Vermont in the winter<br>
| |
| He said we must strive for faith through devotion<br>
| |
| While she dreams of the smell of the Indian Ocean<br>
| |
| He spoke in philosophical structure<br>
| |
| She spoke of a vineyard, she spoke of her lover<br>
| |
| When he does not understand<br>
| |
| You can hear bones breaking in his head<br>
| |
| When she does not understand<br>
| |
| Sometimes she smiles<br>
| |
| When he does not understand<br>
| |
| You can hear bones breaking in his head<br>
| |
| When she does not understand<br>
| |
| Sometimes she smiles<br>
| |
| He said reason is what separates man from the beasts<br>
| |
| And she kissed him and put him at ease
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Souvenir</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>Souvenirs of pioneers<br>
| |
| Proof that the West was won<br>
| |
| These rotten beams will tumble down<br>
| |
| Replaced by the newer ones<br>
| |
| Weren't we fine gunfighters in another time?<br>
| |
| Were we celebrated writers after the war?<br>
| |
| After the war<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| History repeats itself<br>
| |
| But I don't know what for<br>
| |
| I got all these souvenirs<br>
| |
| But I can't seem to find you anymore<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Souvenir<br>
| |
| Now you're gone, now you're gone<br>
| |
| You were here<br>
| |
| I'm moving on, I'm moving on<br>
| |
| How does it feel<br>
| |
| After I'm gone<br>
| |
| To be the ghost in the picture as it disappears<br>
| |
| Souvenir <br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Souvenirs of privateers<br>
| |
| Our black flag in the sun<br>
| |
| Was taken down and passed around<br>
| |
| And put in a museum<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Weren't we fat cat tycoons in the Gilded Age<br>
| |
| In flower children costumes in the Bay<br>
| |
| High as a summer day<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| History repeats itself<br>
| |
| But I don't know what for<br>
| |
| I got all these souvenirs<br>
| |
| But I can't seem to find you anymore<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Souvenir<br>
| |
| Now you're gone, now you're gone<br>
| |
| You were here<br>
| |
| I'm moving on, I'm moving on<br>
| |
| How does it feel<br>
| |
| After I'm gone<br>
| |
| To be the ghost in the picture as it disappears<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Our past is a foreign country<br>
| |
| The neighborhoods have changed <br>
| |
| I was the fool who got lucky<br>
| |
| You were the fool who flew straight<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Souvenir<br>
| |
| Now you're gone, now you're gone<br>
| |
| You were here<br>
| |
| I'm moving on, I'm moving on<br>
| |
| How does it feel<br>
| |
| After I'm gone<br>
| |
| To be the ghost in the picture as it disappears<br>
| |
| Souvenir<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| The past is a foreign country<br>
| |
| Our neighborhood is changed <br>
| |
| And I was the fool who got lucky<br>
| |
| You were the fool who flew straight
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Static</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>At the shoreline in a snowstorm<br>
| |
| I was baptized<br>
| |
| Like a new born<br>
| |
| In the static<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| There was a voice inside a dream<br>
| |
| Said Lift your head up<br>
| |
| Come up clean<br>
| |
| Into the static<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| You were a wild thing<br>
| |
| pretending to be tame<br>
| |
| I was a wild thing<br>
| |
| Trapped inside a cage<br>
| |
| I wasn’t looking for deliverance<br>
| |
| When you walked in from the wilderness<br>
| |
| I was yours and you were mine<br>
| |
| But Everything returns on time<br>
| |
| To the static<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Though the circuit board erased<br>
| |
| Flashes of memory still remain<br>
| |
| In the static<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| In between the ones and zeros<br>
| |
| You will find me if you let go<br>
| |
| In the static
| |
| </p>
| |
| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Sunset</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>faked our deaths<br>
| |
| lit a match<br>
| |
| closed the door<br>
| |
| waited for the flash<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| greyhound station<br>
| |
| paid in cash<br>
| |
| miss lazarus<br>
| |
| we're coming back<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| they say it's darkest before the dawn<br>
| |
| we've been in this town for far too long<br>
| |
| they say it's darkest before the dawn<br>
| |
| we're moving on<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| sunset<br>
| |
| no regrets<br>
| |
| first chance<br>
| |
| last dance<br>
| |
| stuck in the middle<br>
| |
| even bad girls<br>
| |
| know good love<br>
| |
| you taste so sweet<br>
| |
| it hurts a little<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| make our home<br>
| |
| where we stand<br>
| |
| one suitcase<br>
| |
| and half a plan<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| follow the wolves<br>
| |
| and sing along<br>
| |
| past the voices<br>
| |
| to the Song<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| they say it's darkest before the dawn<br>
| |
| we've been in this town for far too long<br>
| |
| they say it's darkest before the dawn<br>
| |
| we're moving on<br>
| |
| <br>
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| sunset<br>
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| no regrets<br>
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| first chance<br>
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| last dance<br>
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| stuck in the middle<br>
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| even bad girls<br>
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| know good love<br>
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| you taste so sweet<br>
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| it hurts a little
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>Synthetic</summary>
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| <blockquote>
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| <div class="poem">
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| <p>Been trying to move on<br>
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| Been black and blue<br>
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| Trying to turn the old<br>
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| Into something new<br>
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| You found somebody<br>
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| I found someone too<br>
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| She got everything I need<br>
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| Yeah but she's not you<br>
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| <br>
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| I locked my love into the ground<br>
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| Hoped it never could be found<br>
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| Body slowly shutting down<br>
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| And now I am...<br>
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| <br>
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| I'm still alive but I can't feel<br>
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| I got stuff inside but it's not real<br>
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| They say I'm fine but I feel synthetic<br>
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| Nothing human left in me<br>
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| I'm just a machine full of moving parts<br>
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| I got emptiness where I used to have a heart<br>
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| I'm still breathing but I'm synthetic<br>
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| Nothing human left in me<br>
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| Nothing human about me<br>
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| <br>
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| No emotion<br>
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| Just autotune<br>
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| Left who I was back there with you<br>
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| Maybe I died<br>
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| And I kept movin'<br>
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| In a body made from plastic and glue<br>
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| <br>
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| I locked my love into the ground<br>
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| Hoped it never could be found<br>
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| Body slowly shutting down<br>
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| And now I am...<br>
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| <br>
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| I'm still alive but I can't feel<br>
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| I got stuff inside but it's not real<br>
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| They say I'm fine but I feel synthetic<br>
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| Nothing human left in me<br>
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| I'm just a machine full of moving parts<br>
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| I got emptiness where I used to have a heart<br>
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| I'm still breathing but I'm synthetic<br>
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| Nothing human left in me<br>
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| Nothing human about me
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| </p>
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>The Comeback Kid</summary>
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| <blockquote>
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| <div class="poem">
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| <p>i been so low<br>
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| felt the wind blow<br>
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| like i was a screen door<br>
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| in a thunderstorm<br>
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| <br>
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| yeah i've been down<br>
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| i've been laid out<br>
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| but you always were<br>
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| what I came here for<br>
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| <br>
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| waiting all day<br>
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| waiting all day<br>
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| just for my say<br>
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| for a bell to ring<br>
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| for the first sting<br>
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| <br>
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| Yeah I been blue<br>
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| that ain’t nothing new<br>
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| it’s you my friend<br>
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| you’re why I get up again<br>
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| <br>
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| I’ve make mistakes<br>
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| I’ve been hard hit<br>
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| I say so what<br>
| |
| so what if I did<br>
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| I’m the clear eyed<br>
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| I’m the<br>
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| comeback kid<br>
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| start it over<br>
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| start it over again<br>
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| I'm the clear eyed<br>
| |
| I'm the comeback kid<br>
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| <br>
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| it’s been a rough year<br>
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| been some tough tears<br>
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| I’ve lost so fast<br>
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| all that I had<br>
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| <br>
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| but when it’s time to<br>
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| i will fight for you<br>
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| cause you know you are are<br>
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| why i’ve come so far<br>
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| <br>
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| I’ve make mistakes<br>
| |
| I’ve been hard hit<br>
| |
| I say so what<br>
| |
| so what if I did<br>
| |
| I’m the clear eyed<br>
| |
| I’m the<br>
| |
| comeback kid<br>
| |
| start it over<br>
| |
| start it over again<br>
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| I'm the clear eyed<br>
| |
| I'm the comeback kid
| |
| </p>
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>The Years (prologue)</summary>
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| <blockquote>
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| <div class="poem">
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| <p>Shy kid, knees always bruised<br>
| |
| The daddy's girl that became you<br>
| |
| In the front seat, you pulled me close<br>
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| Kissed my lips, it tasted like home<br>
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| <br>
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| Flashes of crosswords and chamomile<br>
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| The years pass like a Ferris Wheel<br>
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| The tiny fractures in the form<br>
| |
| The days we live are so much more<br>
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| <br>
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| We got a little place near the beach<br>
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| We watch the sailboats out at sea<br>
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| And we ride along the Palisades<br>
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| Love is just a summer day<br>
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| <br>
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| If you hold too tight it starts to fade<br>
| |
| Let it go then, then it floats away<br>
| |
| In time will you remember me<br>
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| For a second we had everything<br>
| |
| <br>
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| Half awake and sunburned...<br>
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| Searching vines of summer...<br>
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| Aimless and upwards...
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| </p>
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
| |
| <summary>Vampires</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
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| <p>Strangers in a dark room, laughing at jokes they didn't quite hear<br>
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| Frosted window panes and cheap champagne a face appears<br>
| |
| And anything could happen in these cathedrals we roam<br>
| |
| Where shadow people dance and trade their glance and walk home alone<br>
| |
| <br>
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| She's staring out the window of the Roosevelt Hotel<br>
| |
| Watching midtown empty out and I kiss her farewell<br>
| |
| They say we come from nothing and to nothing we'll return<br>
| |
| And in between is gravity and bridges left to burn
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| </p>
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| </div>
| |
| </blockquote>
| |
| </details>
| |
| <details>
| |
| <summary>Wave</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>We are not a sentimental age<br>
| |
| We don’t want our parent’s china or their ticker tape parade<br>
| |
| We are not a sentimental age<br>
| |
| We’re out getting high on fire escapes<br>
| |
| We are hooking up with strangers we will never see again<br>
| |
| We are not a sentimental age<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| But when I dream, we’re all melting together<br>
| |
| Synchronized in a mass embrace<br>
| |
| Beads of water folding together<br>
| |
| Like a north shore wave<br>
| |
| How strange<br>
| |
| We’re parts of each other how strange<br>
| |
| I’ll never even know your name<br>
| |
| <br>
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| We are not a sentimental age<br>
| |
| On our shoulders is a boulder of a debt we cannot pay<br>
| |
| We are not a sentimental age<br>
| |
| Diagnosis says I tend to disengage<br>
| |
| I’d rather have my privacy, I’d rather have my space<br>
| |
| These are just the pills I have to take<br>
| |
| We are not a sentimental age<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| But when I dream, we’re all melting together<br>
| |
| Synchronized in a mass embrace<br>
| |
| Beads of water folding together<br>
| |
| Like a north shore wave<br>
| |
| How strange<br>
| |
| We’re parts of each other how strange<br>
| |
| I’ll never even know your name
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| </p>
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| </div>
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| </blockquote>
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| </details>
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| <details>
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| <summary>WeMoveForward</summary>
| |
| <blockquote>
| |
| <div class="poem">
| |
| <p>
| |
| Sun in my eyes and the gold coast shining<br>
| |
| And the girl with the braids in her hair<br>
| |
| Steady breeze and oh I was falling<br>
| |
| I would follow her anywhere<br>
| |
| The sky turned grey in a flash flood warning<br>
| |
| She smiled and she took my hand<br>
| |
| She kissed my lips and the rain came pouring<br>
| |
| Swore I heard a marching band<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| WeMoveForward<br>
| |
| ‘Cause we can't go back<br>
| |
| WeMoveForward<br>
| |
| ‘Cause we can't go back<br>
| |
| WeMoveForward<br>
| |
| ‘Cause we can't go back<br>
| |
| WeMoveForward<br>
| |
| ‘Cause we can't go back<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Hanging out of the third story window<br>
| |
| Oh you were a sight to see<br>
| |
| The black dress that bends when the wind blows<br>
| |
| Roll back the tide for me<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| WeMoveForward<br>
| |
| ‘Cause we can't go back<br>
| |
| WeMoveForward<br>
| |
| ‘Cause we can't go back<br>
| |
| WeMoveForward<br>
| |
| ‘Cause we can't go back<br>
| |
| WeMoveForward<br>
| |
| ‘Cause we can't go back<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| WeMoveForward<br>
| |
| ‘Cause we can't go back<br>
| |
| WeMoveForward<br>
| |
| ‘Cause we can't go back<br>
| |
| WeMoveForward<br>
| |
| ‘Cause we can't go back<br>
| |
| WeMoveForward<br>
| |
| ‘Cause we can't go back<br>
| |
| <br>
| |
| Sunset skies, the paint is peeling, the wind blowing sand in her hair<br>
| |
| Endless days in the deep blue feeling<br>
| |
| I would follow her anywhere<br>
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| </p>
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