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Anarchy and Irony
03:14
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Dropped you off at the airport
Saw so many hugs that would not end
United Airlines
United friends
We were all like brothers
But now you all only hang
With way more significant others
And the a.m. radio still plays those ghost noises
Remember when they played beneath our trembling voices?
In Oklahoma, Arizona, and no where...
And the rats ate all the bread again, that exterminator's gonna get fired
We set some traps when we were drunk, and we fucked 'em up
Yeah-we were so tired
We were tired
And you were over seas and couldn't be bothered
Well I don't blame you-this man is a sham and a snake in the water
You found yourself in the faces of European crafted tongues
And we shared ours but not anymore-mine's such a bore
It's just no fun
And in Warsaw they have more fun
And in Iceland they have more fun
Even Seattle is way more fucking fun
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Baby, I'm a Nihlist
03:19
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Boulevard
03:30
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Devin this stretch of I-5 reminds me of I-81 so much
How all the trees shed their leaves, of which all fall together
But their trunks stand and never touch
And no one drives as fast and you can't always pass 'em but it teaches you how to wait
Patience is an acquired taste
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I don't wanna hear your songs about how you just couldn't change for me
And how that's just not how happiness goes or is supposed to be
Don't call me "Honey," sweetie-sour references work best
I'll fuck right off-thank god I got that off my chest
And I don't wanna hear your songs about your Idaho discoveries
Of wine and boys and broken hearts
And that's why yours was forced to freeze
I guess that's how you think if you bow down to coarse astrology
Believe me-real life is really not all it's cracked up to be
You don't wanna hear my songs about how I wish I could change for you
And how it sucks you don't know what you want and really never knew
And how you're young and beautiful and need to grow alone into
What you think that this world expects from you
No one wants to hear our songs about how we just couldn't work
Friends in love and lust and how we used to be a couple dorks
But now your daily rituals know nothing of the sort
It's just something that you never could afford
I don't wanna hear your songs and I don't wanna hear those chords
The ones I showed you how to play when I had merit in my words
So find an open mic and get your couple of free pours
you won't ever see me walkin' through the door
And I don't wanna hear your songs about the life you wish you had
How everyones a badass when they stand alone, and glad
I guess you're right, this shit is always just so fuckin' sad
Make your own bed this time, it's really not that bad
Really not that bad
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Tones on Tape
03:00
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How long do you give it a rest?
And when is it time to decide on the best?
When your brain is at war with that thing in your chest
No one's ever the champion
You were why I held onto bliss
And strawberry lipstick I wore after we kissed
Now you make your own bed
And you lie like the lion I miss
And this can be "art," and it taunts
Saying "Waitresses model as who you think you want"
We use all the same words, but in a different font
Yeah, you'll probably write the same song
I loved all the goth shit you played
Back when you and I felt it exactly the same
Now it's fucked up and dark
Like the tones on the tape when they sang
"I guess life really is pain"
We're good at drowning out the earth
But that wine that you buy won't show you how much you're worth
And I'm one to talk, I can't even remember
The thoughts of someone sober
The thoughts of someone sober
The thoughts of someone sober
But thank god it's almost over
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Protege
03:48
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Trouble’s out and dealin
Tellin me I should have been a better friend
And when the saints go marchin
Your arm around Francis of Assisi then
And rolled cigarettes you rolled the best
Behind the ear, you know
You were way more than Jane Doe
We love, we love and let it go
Always knew you were so strong
In all the sing alongs we were your protégés
And then one for Tessa
You will meet again
All dogs ascend that way
Still fucked up from the shots we got waiting for Jake to headline
We love, we leave behind
We love, we leave behind
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Real
02:56
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Can we just fuck then please forget it?
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Baby
03:01
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Broken Records
02:09
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10. |
Untitled
03:24
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11. |
Kick Him When He's Down
03:14
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Blushing will come naturally
When we can't talk about anything
Not as interesting as we deemed
You dyed your hair again it seems
You can't decide on anything
Well I decided you are not part of my dreams
Yeah I'm the shepard, you're one of the sheep
Grab your shit and get out of my dreams
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Fuck our plans, Seattle's just too far away and really
Wish you didn't have to tell me what you need
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I sit in on arguments, I love to audit your success
Maybe I can learn a thing or two
If shit's too stale don't think to stay
Life hands you lemons, run away
You love drinking spoiled lemonade
You have way more culture than I do
Because the world all fell in love with you
If that's all that it takes, then don't let me be your brakes
But don't forget, I am your New York Times review
Thought it be a smooth escape
Well problems have very long legs
Just don't think of me, and why would you want to?
Yeah-since you've gone it's changed a lot
My friends and I found what we lost
And that's actually worth holdin onto
You said I was way too insecure
I just don't get why you're so damn sure
Of yourself and what to give
The online diary you live
Well appearances do fade, let's see you those days
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