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Seasons
02:26
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Sometimes I feel like the roots of a tree. Everybody else leaves, blows away, or gets cut down while I’m stuck on the ground waiting for them to return.
Maybe these seasons are the reason nothing ever stays the same.
Like the last snow in March when the smell of Spring has already come, I blanket the ground in white while they all stare at the sun waiting for Summer to return.
Maybe these seasons are the reason I can never find my place.
I dream about wedding bells and a ring on every hand that I see.
I reach out for someone to hold but there’s no one for me.
Maybe this will be the season everything finally stays.
Maybe you can be the reason that I’m finally safe.
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Tourist
02:24
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Feeling Better
03:06
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I’ve been feeling better after a couple months back in the dark,
a couple disappointing turns I took this year.
I wrote myself a letter and poured everything in ink out from my heart
and gave a name to everything about my life that I still fear.
I found it’s good feeling good and I don’t wanna go back again.
I’ve been craving summer after a couple months cold to the bone.
I bought a round trip ticket to a temporary smile showing teeth.
Spring can be a bummer when the chill still creeps back in the night,
but I wake up every morning and shake my sleepy sense of defeat.
It’s fun getting high but the lows come around in the end,
but it’s good feeling good and I don’t wanna go back again.
I started smoking Spirits after a year spent cleaning out my lungs.
I couldn’t take another second without something just to take off the edge.
But it’s better than the last time when I was busy filling up my nose.
I just need five minutes alone to talk myself off the ledge.
Get busy living or get busy dying, they said.
Just give me one more drag and I’ll get busy quitting again.
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Holding my breath until the day she comes home,
blue in the face kissing microphones.
I’m tired of singing songs about that sad little carousel.
She left me standing in the August sun.
With her red bandana, she was born to run.
I was born to be head over heels for that brown-eyed-girl.
Everybody’s praying that they get into heaven,
like throwing pennies in a wishing well.
I’m just begging for the sweet forever, missing her like hell.
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Morning Coffee
03:09
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Morning coffee, a quick hello,
watch you walk in and watch you go.
Wishing time would slow down a little bit.
A short walk and a little fun,
a little talk and too much sun.
Wishing my heart would stop giving me little fits.
‘Cause when you smile like you mean it I crack under the weight of it all.
I pick myself up every evening and then every morning I fall.
Six o’clock comes and I can’t leave,
not while you’re still here with me.
Prayers for rain and the night to never come again.
It’s borrowed time and I’ll accept it.
He can be your man and, honey, I’ll be your best friend.
I’ll be here like September is when the Summer ends.
‘Cause when you smile like you mean it I crack under the weight of it all.
I pick myself up every evening and then every morning I fall.
Saturday spent soft and slow.
You’re out somewhere and I’m alone.
Another drink, another smile at another thought of you.
Every weekend spent staying numb,
keeping your name like a secret on the tip of my tongue. Holding onto your words like candlelight.
‘Cause when you smile like you mean it I crack under the weight of it all.
I pick myself up every evening and then every morning I fall.
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Ferdinand
03:29
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Wouldn’t you rather smell the flowers than have to fight through another day?
What’s the point of all these April showers if they don’t wash the snow away?
Is it love if you’re afraid to be honest?
Is it truth if it don’t scare you to death?
Am I a fool for even asking these questions?
Am I a fool for ever holding my breath?
I just wanna be easy.
I’m pretty sure I caught you smiling out of the corner of my eye.
Do you think that it might be love or was it just a thought that crossed your mind?
Like a dream that resembles a memory,
or a secret in the shape of a lie.
You and me busy stuck in this present,
with a future that’s just waiting to die.
I just wanna be easy.
Don’t you wanna be easy?
You and I never conquered the timing for reasons I can’t seem to find.
It seems people and cities have seasons and everything dies.
I’d walk away from it all in a second,
collect my head and my heart from the floor
if the room could just stop spinning
every time that you walk through the door.
I just wanna be easy.
Don’t you wanna be easy?
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Big Fish
02:00
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…like a fish floating in the river upside down.
Thank god I don’t like whiskey or I’d drown
every chord and every melody,
each memory that I still have of you.
And all these April showers ever bring
is the painful bullshit urge I have to sing
another song about the day you died and all these tears my mother cried for you.
And I’m so sick of fever dreams and screams I hear each time I try and move.
The summer sun will never be your friend
and people leave each time the summer ends.
September gives this city life
but pity always fills my silly head.
The air keeps getting colder every day until this city’s finally dead.
I keep waiting for a day when I can finally rest my head - like a fish floating in the river upside down
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I’ve been waiting for a sign, busy praying Jesus Christ
find a way to help me see the light.
Thirty winters spent beneath New England clouds and my own grief,
let it shine and bring me back to life.
Hallelujah and amen, over and over again.
Autumn comes and summer leaves, those colors start to fill the trees
yellow and orange and red.
Everybody stops and stares but they don’t seem to know or care
that those colors mean the trees are all but dead.
Hallelujah and amen, over and over again.
I’ve borrowed money and borrowed time but there’s one thing that I can’t hide -
my smile don’t come as easy as it seems.
Every day I think about paying my tab and checking out
and giving myself to an endless sleep.
Would anybody pray for me?
Would you pray for me?
Everybody leaves someday. I’ve tried and tried to make them stay
but they come to conclusions I can’t find.
My friends all go their separate ways and each year I grow more afraid
I’ll live in Suffolk County ‘til I die.
Will I live in Suffolk county ‘til I die?
I’ll be alone in Suffolk County when I die.
Hallelujah and amen, over and over again.
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