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Everything is Golden
02:57
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Bright and early, 7:30
Maybe today you'll see the sun
Save your soul time, 9:45
Learning, being, leaves no room for fun,
Kid, everything is golden
Ready to be sold
Just wait until you see it shine
Look at yourself, quarter past twelve
Don't let others leave you in the dust
I volunteer you, one is near
The time is running out, do what you must
To end up in the papers
Instead of owing favors
You're statistically great
Applications done by 8
Unless you're sure you want to live in
A cardboard box, it's 10 o'clock
And soon this open door is sliding closed,
Kid, gold will be worth nothing
By the time the night's out
Then it's your turn to clean up
The end is in sight, just past midnight
Coffee, money, there's no time to rest
A stable life, son, on the horizon
Suns don't rise without a little help
Soon you'll have one or two
Investments in the future
And you'll thank me for this then.
(Fighting societies built on blood and shiny things
Demanding the trees that you've owed us from birth
Armed with a sharpened stick stolen from the government
If paper means nothing, then what are you worth?
Armed with a sharpened stick, stolen from the government,
When paper means nothing what will you be worth?)
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Night Rage
03:06
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This isn't healthy,
And you don't have to tell me that
Because I'm addiction's poster boy
And I take only baby steps
The sun won't rise by the end of this song
And I'll still be hiding come morning
Daylit fighting is painless
Sunsets save us face
Find me locked in my basement
Wishing my nightrage away
You've only seen the brightest of moments
The time line I hate doesn't phase you
No, you were born in a bundle, a safe shiny swaddle
A light-polluted bubble-wrapped hug
Daylit fighting is painless
Sunsets save us face
Find me locked in my basement
Wishing my nightrage away
There's an end in sight
Tunnel towards the light
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3. |
Roll Away
03:23
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The virtue isn't patience --
It's learning from mistakes
Well now I'm finally learning
And I'd like to clean the slate
Screwing up's for children
And that's just what we were
Not all hands are shaped like mine
And my goals aren't more worthwhile than yours
You can't force a feeling
Passions can't be made
Talent measures love for dreams that won't just roll away
I just hope I'm not the one who pushed
Screwing up's for children
I'm too old to be blind
I've been cruel and selfish
But I'll be behind whatever dream you find.
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The Last Time
03:37
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Clear another way, my body wants construction
Stretch my feeble knees and let's start moving on
It's been such a long time since I've felt like writing
The needles in my chest scrawl, "What if I was wrong?"
There will never be a last time
We'll never lie in bed
And breathe out warm beneath the sheets
And laugh until we fall asleep again
Sound the fucking bells, I expect another waiting
Mirror, mirror make her everything I need
I'm a little biased, so forgive me feeling
Like friendship and sex are the only things I've seen
There will never be a last time
We'll never lie outside
And breathe out warm beneath the stars
And laugh at how content we are
Again.
If she's alone forever, and I'm grown and gone
...I'll believe that when it comes
I'll be alone forever, she'll be grown and gone
And I, alone, will wish I'd known
That this isn't what I want
But there never was a first time
We never lay outside
The lights went out, she fell asleep
Her body turned away from me
The cold hit hard, who needs the stars
She's comfortable with some of me
And the rest has moved on
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Good Fights Brooklyn, New York
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