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Soapbox
03:31
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Meet me at the top of the street
"Good lucks" told through nerves you couldn't see
Ignoring all of my amateur carpentry
To fuel the need for speed
And childhood debauchery
And I've been building for a little while
Forgot the brakes
And picking up pace
Though I was building for a little while
Big mistake
Big mistake
Eyes closed just sensing velocity
Looking back I don't think I learned anything
As quick as tumbling down Sewage Road
In tattered clothes
Thinking of the long walk home
And I was scheming for a little while
With busted lip and bloody nose
Thinking mom and dad will never know
Big mistake
Big mistake
Don't care what they say
I am winning this race
With help from the breeze
Law of gravity
Don't care what they say
I am taking first place
45 degrees
Back to the breeze
Meet me at the top of the street
"Good lucks" told through nerves you couldn't see
Ignoring all of my amateur carpentry
To fuel the need for speed
And childhood debauchery
Big mistake
Big mistake
Eyes closed just sensing velocity
(Big mistake)
Looking back I don't think I learned anything
As quick as tumbling down Sewage Road
(Big mistake)
In tattered clothes
Thinking of the long walk home
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2. |
Meet Me in Munich
03:06
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I found myself tangled up in a web
Of something unkind
Oh, I truly do have too much time
But you soothe me with warm phrases
All your dancing embraces
And distractions from my mind
I'm always raising the stakes
Though it's not that serious
To you it seems
I've got a scattered brain
And just a little restraint
But I want
No stranger
I need something familiar
And there's nothing familiar like you
I know your words and your moods already
And I think that you know some of mine too
What if we grew old and both of our faces
Were somehow truly ageless
And we're hot until we're ancient
What if we were to sew a garden
Arrange it like some artwork
And charge a hundred thousand dollars to see it
I'm trying to get rich quick now, baby
So we can waste all our time
All jokes aside
What if we found a way
To pay our bills by staying inside
No stranger
I need something familiar
And there's nothing familiar like you
I know your words and your moods already
And I think that you know some of mine too
Meet me in Munich
I've been gone now for so long
So meet me in Munich
And I can show you around
No stranger
I need something familiar
And there's nothing familiar like you
I know your words and your moods already
And I think that you know some of mine too
I'm always raising the stakes
Though it's not that serious to you it seems
I've got a scattered brain
And just a little restraint
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3. |
Green
04:15
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I think I've been part of the problem for a while
And I'm finally looking to make a change
So now I'm walking backwards
Trying to be more aware
Of every footprint I leave
And if we don't contain the pressure
Gonna stay July forever
Are you looking to turn a page
And I've been conscious
Trying to be more aware
Of what the lying means
It doesn't matter what the label says
It's gonna burn
It's gonna burn
It's smoke and mirrors
But we never learn
We never learn
We never learn
It's getting harder to ignore the fact
Yeah, I hate that it's a problem
That you want me to do something about
What can I do about that
Yeah, I hate that it's a problem
That you want me to do something about
What can I do
What can I do about that
And now I buy into the make believe
So if I seem a little green chic and relatable
Just know I'm subsisting on buzzwords and fable
Becoming new deal debatable
A conversation de-stabler
I guess it started it started as an ear worm
Burrowing deep into my skull
Guess you reap what you sow
But I don't know how they don't know
Don't know how they don't know
Don't know how they
Don't know how they don't know
It doesn't matter what your neighbor says
He's gonna burn
He's gonna burn
It's smoke and mirrors but they never learn
They never learn
They never learn
It's getting harder to ignore the fact
Yeah, I hate that it's a problem
That you want me to do something about
What can I do about that
Yeah, I hate that it's a problem
That you want me to do something about
What can I do
What can I do about that
And it'll end with a quake
It'll end with the rain
It'll end by the hand that feeds
It's all over the news
It's a part of all that we do
It'll end when it ends
No matter what we do
If it's a war
I think we're losing
If it's a war
Then I'm choosing to go
If it's a war
I think we're losing
It's a war
And I'm choosing to go
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4. |
Alarm
03:45
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Drawing circles in my head
With dotted lines
Guess I do it all the time
It's funny how
The stupidest things can rhyme
It's funny how
I make myself laugh sometimes
When I was practicing
Wasting my time with you
Is that what this is
Can I call it a waste
When you're young
It just looks like
Such an easy thing to navigate
Sound the alarm
There's something wrong here
Sound the alarm
There's something wrong
It's all a nickname
You give to someone
Who's your best friend for the day
And though they're long gone
The name stays
Drawing circles in my head
This time I'm filling them in
How'd I end up with all this time
We weren't built equipped
To handle the days of monotony
The lull of the drip
Think you could help me
Waste a little bit more time
The idea that it's free
Feels like such a lie
So sound the alarm
There's something wrong here
Sound the alarm
There's something wrong
It's all a nickname
You give to someone
Who's your best friend for the day
And though they're long gone
The name stays
I might be doing it wrong
Might be doing it right
Sound the alarm
The threat's still in sight
I've got too much time
I think we're brought up far more interesting
Than ruminating on the lesser things
It's how we know our largest scars
Never look that tough
Never seem to complicate us
It's calling your friend in another state
It's birthday cards
Photographs
And wedding rings
It's the care you give
To someone feeling bad
It's looking back
On all the lives you've had
Something is wrong
Sound the alarm
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5. |
Gloriette
03:11
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Closer or further
Neither feels like the practice
What a strange misdirection
For something so permanent
Collection of all misconnections
The pace you take when you're running in place
A last ditch to pull some attention
The thought of it all blowing up in your face
And it's not about getting lost in the old days
It's the care you take when you look back
On who you used to be
And what that used to mean
Why'd we'd show in the first place
The facade of being built up
Wear it like an identity
That looks more like a shrug
Collection of all misconnections
The pace you take when you're running in place
A last ditch to pull some attention
The thought of it all blowing up in your face
And it's not about getting lost in the old days
It's the care we take when you look back
On who we used to be
The familiarity of those old shapes
Knowing once it's created
There isn't much to take away
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