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03:25
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Peace says we’ll rest in alcoholic’s anonymous meetings,
Carbon copies of our 50 year old parents’ best friends.
And there ain’t nothing we can do about it.
And peace says, “I wont be found around this town”,
But I’ll try, but I’ll try,
And stop on these midnight walks home and stare at the sky.
It takes time, and no one knows that better than me,
But lets say I’m sick of waiting,
And I want something great to be happening,
Would you humour me?
Well, if only you got to know me.
Well, if only, if only.
And if only you got to know me.
Well, if only, if only.
I took an outside chance, and got second best.
I took a shot at this, another lackluster attempt.
Well, if only you got to know me.
Well, if only, if only.
And if only you got to know me.
Well, if only, if only.
(Samples from 2001: A Space Odyssey.)
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Jilt
04:59
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Hopelessly haunted by a something
So gone it’s like you never even had one to begin with.
And I can only hope to predict how much you miss,
And what makes you tick,
And what makes you feel sick,
But it’s Christmas eve, the anniversary,
When you let me in.
You thought me a currency in listening,
Trading patience and silence for a chance to watch me,
Silently soliloquise about my failures and “but why?”s.
Snowfall’s our soundtrack,
Something ominous and dangerous.
And as everyone else says goodbye, you arrive.
An open letter to the last house on the left corner,
And I think that it’s sycamores,
Or something deciduous surrounding,
The fragility, my only memory.
It’s been so long.
Safe houses write clauses for this pretending game And we begin again.
(Samples from The Graduate.)
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School Year Separated
02:35
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Making a crooked circle from my index finger and thumb,
Looking through to a portrait of everything I’ve done,
And when you say “act your age” but the person I’ve become,
Needs a certain boyhood innocence to survive
a beating like this.
Do you still want to be alone?
And isn’t it nice to finally know,
that no one’s passing judgement,
and that justice always comes to the patient.
And after a school year spent apart,
I grew confident and you grew a heart,
But let me confide that a confident streak,
Won’t last half as long for me.
And do you still want to be alone?
Isn’t it nice to finally know,
that no one’s passing judgement,
and that justice always comes to the patient.
It’s hard to take these ignorant mistakes,
Without you here to silently deliberate,
And swallow up all of your hate,
Beside me.
And do you still want to be alone?
(I know)
And is it nice to finally know,
(That so far from home)
That no one’s passing judgement,
(That you’re hating my guts alone)
And that sharing a name with a state is attractive to boys like me.
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