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Endings
04:00
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I can’t stand allegories, they don’t make the message more clear
Not a highway or a singing ship, there’s no room for metaphors here
We have all been learning to pilot our bodies for 13 years
And now there stands no big difference between us and our peers
Some part of me is feeling like another part is gone
It’s not the first time I’ve noticed, but it's never gone on for so long
That part has ended, and in the spot where it belongs
I haven’t felt it in so long, I haven’t felt it for so long
We’re going forwards, blindly (Something I didn’t know that I cared for)
We’re making progress, I hope (Ended when I took my first steps in)
It gets better (Something I didn’t know that I cared for)
(Ended when I took my first steps in)
I want to relive my memories, through that hazy window frame
That gives the smallest lights a glow and obfuscates the pain
Would it really be that good in person, is it nostalgia or something else?
Is it about the end of childhood or is it all what I ask myself?
Did I waste those years or did I spend them?
Is it all a cosmic lesson?
A cosmic quiz on cosmic students to test them:
Social or emotional progression?
Or will I waste these next five, or will I spend them?
Make the most of what is left?
And I will answer these questions
We’re going forwards, blindly (Something I didn’t know that I cared for)
We’re making progress, I hope (Ended when I took my first steps in)
It gets better (Something I didn’t know that I cared for)
(Ended when I took my first steps in)
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How Much?
05:03
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The calendar is calling from across the room
Along with the notes app on my phone
Things I could have done, but I hadn’t done
In the time I’d spent at home
And the ringing in my ears won't stop
Ventolin on the radio
As I think of all the things I’ve missed
The lamp casts a sickening glow
When I watch the latest TV series
with a boy lying down on a rooftop
How much do I have left?
How much do I have left?
When I hear songs that talk about teenage years
and fun they had at highschool parties
How much do I have left?
How much do I have left?
Can I romanticize the clear nights
Where I went to bed at 10
Can I write a song about how I’d go
Straight home after school ends
Productivity is such a stupid
Concept I tell myself, but really
Give me the heartbreak, give me the bruises
This night will end when I’m tired as hell
When I watch the latest TV series
with a boy lying down on a rooftop
How much do I have left?
How much do I have left?
When I hear songs that talk about teenage years
and time they spent at highschool parties
How much do I have left?
How much do I have left?
Oh, where has the summer gone
These were the days I hung my hopes upon
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Put down your phone on your bookshelf, you’re getting a headache
Take it from me, every hour past one is a mistake
The fight with insomnia is worth it is your slumber is deep
There’s no better form of escapism than being asleep
So try to dream lucidly, the things that you want to be
People you’d like to meet, places you long to see
And if you can remember the dream when you wake up
It was a good night, good night, goodnight
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Urban Tribe
04:14
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We all like people who like the same things that we do
So I’m so happy to finally meet you
The earth can be such a lonely place I know
But if we stick together, we won't have to be alone
I think I’ll grow my hair a little longer this time
I’ll peek inside hot topic if you don’t mind
I think I’ll by the box set on dvd
Import collectables from overseas
Man, I like your shirt, I remember that line
If I wear this in public is it even a crime
It might be a phase, but now it’s who I wanna be
A collective identity
Sanitize your piercings, baby
I haven’t seen you in a year
Iron out your zoot suit, maybe
We’ll get a better reception here
Take your sword out from the closet
Make the switch to slang, and we can
Watch our favourite shows with talking animals
I think I’ve found my urban tribe
I think I've found my urban tribe, etc.
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Strobe Lighting
03:48
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Ah, take me down
Ah, take me down
Ah, take me down
We step into the room
And the strobe lights burn my eyes
I try to ask you something but the music is too loud
The room was dark but I see you cup your hand against your ear
And I mouth “nevermind”
And I think: “so this is sensory overload”
And I motion that I’m going to go
But you pull me back in
A loser earns their wings on the floor tonight
And within the crowd they take their flight
A loser earns their wings on the floor tonight
And within the crowd they take their flight
Please don't drive home into the night
Rave, rave, rave against the strobing of the light
Please don't drive home into the night
Rave, rave, rave against the strobing of the light
Please don't drive home into the night
Rave, rave, rave against the strobing of the light
Please don't drive home into the night
Rave, rave, rave against the strobing of the light
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6. |
Wearing Off
00:59
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(instrumental)
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Good morning, you
02:41
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Good morning (The dream is gone)
I hope that you rested okay (The dream is gone)
It feels like (The dream is gone)
It’s going to be a good day (But the feeling still remains)
It’s something new, I can recall (The dream is gone)
The strobing lights, the darkened hall (The dream is gone)
That energy that I had felt (The dream is gone)
I still can feel it all (But the feeling still remains)
I’m going to give today all I can give
There’s still so much I’ve yet to live
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