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Pool
01:02
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One foot in
Front of the other
It's sink or swim
In this backyard pool
I feel it in my ribs
And it's taking hold
And it's taking hold
x2
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New King James
02:38
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Familiar smells and the setting sun
A kitchen floor for our sin
Fluorescent lights and the diner shine
Black coffee until four A.M.
God bless
Those wasted years
I'm just glad that you're here
Your bed room never looked so clean
A specter of what I'll never need to do for you
And I'm glad that you found god
And put the bottle down
Because life's less fun
When you're dying faster than everyone else
Bodies are a fragile thing
They're as soft as a bottle hitting concrete
I'm glad that you found god
And put the bottle down
God bless those wasted years
I'm just glad my kids will know that you're here
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3. |
Christianson's Pond
03:17
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We found that old bridge behind my house
And I knew how frightened you were of having to swim
You'd drowned a few times before
At the watchful eye of your mom and dad
So I walked first and took your backpack from you
And crossed that log, not built for the weight of two
I lost my footing, and I fell in, and I fell
There's a pain in my chest, and it's bigger than I ever thought I'd let it get.
It's dragging me down, down down down.
I'll try my best to cut it off, somewhere at the shoreline, between Florida and Maine.
I'll try not to lose you, and my rearview mirror, has never been clearer.
Now we're growing, from lamplight, into the sun.
And all my shadows, are finally coming together as one.
Now we're growing, from lamplight, into the sun.
And all my shadows, are finally coming together as one.
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4. |
The Red Lion Inn
03:28
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How was your time out west, tell me what you know.
Baseball cards, in a shoebox reminder, tells your mom and dad.
Tell your friends you're home x4
I can hear the ghosts in your closet, calling my name.
Tell your friends you're home x4
Headlights, are running around, all the streets tonight.
Looking for a way, I can say, I'm against you, and not get caught.
Looking for a lighter in a snow bank, in the middle of a little league field.
Feel all the ghosts inside our bones, they're cold, dead stones.
I wonder if the ghosts hunt for us x4
Tell your friends you're home x12
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5. |
Wake
04:04
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Big Fan New York
4 piece from NY playing sad songs loudly Split EP with Head Spell out January 11
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