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quiet roads
01:36
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my brain is telling me to isolate
but my heart says that ain't the play
got a hard time knowing what i want
even harder tryin to explain
i know i'm goin somewhere
but i ain't figured it yet
i know i'm goin somewhere
but i ain't figured it yet
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2. |
every day since
02:31
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3. |
me & my friends
02:21
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i've been waiting on the time to
pick myself up and go away
to find a new place, i can go to
with my friends and spend the time away
cuz i need to know that i can
that we're better than all that we see
i need to be with them
today
been wanting to set the record straight
about us and our plans
no intentions of fading away
we are here to fucking stay
cuz i need to know that we can
that we're better than all that we see
i need to be with them
today
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4. |
out of my control
03:56
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i'm waiting for my dad to call
and tell me things are alright
cuz time ain't gone so smoothly
and both of the clock's old hands
can't reassure me now
and i've been sitting up for hours
blank-eyed in my bed
hands clenched around my head
i know that i am
i know that i am
accompanied, by you
i know that i am
i know that i am
not alone, in this
but i, oh, i
feel helpless
sometimes my life feels
out of my control
i know that i am
i know that i am
accompanied, by you
i know that i am
i know that i am
not alone, in this
but i, oh, i
feel helpless
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5. |
disassociated
01:42
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i've been waiting far too long
oh, i wish you'd come here
i been sitting on my hands for way too long
i feel i've gone
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6. |
something special
02:53
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four young heads
bobbing through the ocean
like they know where they're goin
like they have some kind of plan for moving forward, but they don't
eight young feet
walking along the sidewalk
like it's paved forever
like there's so much left for them
i don't think i've ever seen
a road run into the water
like it did back home
like we'd walk forever out into the skyline
and i can't help but think
that we might just have
something special
like a lonely shore
found by feet
who'd never been there before
time has brought us to new places,
new perspectives, new ways of being with each other
and though things have changed
i still hold you dear
close like secret stories, like new names
like growing up together
and all the mess that comes along with that
i swear that as our days pass
i hope we're able to keep our lines up
that storm nor distance is able to tear apart our connections
and i can't help but think
that we might just have
something special
like a lonely shore
found by feet
who'd never been there before
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7. |
love and things
04:03
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i've been off the pills i take for like three weeks now
but i'm not sure they were doin much
quickly losing sleep and time to god knows what
cuz i can't make it out through the fog
seekin out affirmation where i should not
cuz i can't hold myself up
i've been wantin love and things that i don't need
but i can't help myself
i've been barred up inside my head for five weeks now and even though the bars rust, i can't seem to tear em out the wall
it's like they've got a strong core in their middle, something alive holding them together even though their outsides seem dead
i wish i could see myself in that same light but i've not found the time to think on it and even if i did, i'm not sure i'd believe myself
i've been stuck in these ways for way too long to have hope for something inside me to change on its own
i guess that makes me a pessimist, guess that makes me a piece of shit but i don't know what's coming to me and it fucks me up
it's hard to have hope for something that hasn't even hit the fucking RSVP, at least as far as i can see
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lake sperry Chicago, Illinois
i have literally no clue what i'm doing, don't mind me
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