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How can I wake up in time to see
The sunrise when I can't even fall asleep?
Now I'm living in a dream, and everything seems alright to me.
You called back. Now I've got the world in my hands.
You called back, and I hope you'll try to understand,
But you'll have to call again. Guess I needed better reception.
Now I won't rest until the weather decides to come around.
We're tired of living underground, in the dark, and unaware.
We can't make a sound.
You're worried someone will hear us?
I'm worried someone will hear.
I miss the old Southern hospices, but I'll be coming back.
I guess my colds chased, and suddenly I'm feeling like a second chance. Alright.
This time I'll unplug the machine. Oh hell, I'll unplug everything,
And then I'll read a magazine, or maybe paint the TV screen.
I'll try to get by.
Let's talk about projects and plans.
Let's talk about the end.
I've got a million ideas to spend.
I hope that you'll understand,
But sometimes we slow it down
Or keep it underground. I know that
Some things are to hard to say,
So I'll keep my ear up to the door every day
Until I get paid.
Now I won't rest until the colors inside my head have
Gone right through my eyes and painted every idea left.
Put on you're watch, get dressed, and try to listen to me:
Go outside. It's alright. We'll use the garden door instead,
But these walls are coming down,
And I hope you'll come around,
So we can start again.
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Oceans
03:37
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Fugitive
04:12
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You tried to find a place where you could practice contemplation.
A place where no one could interrupt and impair your concentration.
You took your search all over the world just to run from the girl
Who made your life so muddy.
Running from everyone lends you a hand. How can you stand
To be so cavalier with all your pretty, pretty girlfriends?
And every notch on your belt will be a testament to them
Until you find the one who can ease your troubled mind.
They say you're charming, a bit disarming,
And quite urbane and witty,
But after hours your face grows sour.
A line for every city.
And you wonder: did you used to get heartburn before,
And how come the floor is feeling so uneven?
You tremble a little while you wait for your drink.
You sit and you think of
Every program from every show you left at intermission,
And suddenly you think you really ought to buy a gun,
And run again to one of your favorite hunting clubs.
But still at night you always see her.
She's buried deep inside your mind.
You start to hate it when you see her,
And when you hate the thing you love
Your only choice is to get drunk
On all the women who replaced her,
But it only leaves you blind.
You miss her. You miss her.
You miss who you were when you're with her.
You want her. You need her.
You hate everyone who is not her.
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Hoodlums
04:13
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I don't go out. Davey, what's the time?
Come in quickly. There's a war outside.
Right over my head. Right in front of my eyes.
Would a picture be enough this time?
I'm getting closer. They don't seem to mind.
I'm getting faster. Come in. Stay a while.
What a statement. What a thing to say.
'It's just a drag race' and we're dragging all the weight.
No I'm not trying to offend or complain.
No I'm not trying to regulate.
It's getting harder to account for the self's
Unusual way of living off it's health.
The breaks have failed.
Now we're going downhill.
There's nothing wrong, officer. Nothing wrong with him.
So let's call it a last resort, and save all of the retrospect you've earned.
You can pack up your backpack and go home.
But me, I'll copay forever
So I see the stars at night all the better,
But they've all gone now, and the sun's come out
To awaken all the fools, all the children, and their schools.
They're breaking all those rules.
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Ghost
03:45
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Seems like a different life. Who's worries are these?
Can't be me. Not my own. This house is no longer my home.
Outside the sky is bright. No sun means no shade.
Shadows fade. Memories sour. I can't believe I've lost the hour.
But what's the point? I guess I'll finish rolling up this joint
And see where careless wandering takes me.
Win or loose I know I'll always have my walking shoes,
And I can outrun any ghost.
The most I'll ever need in my sleep
Is to learn how to just lie and not to turn.
Meanwhile, I'm timing flies. Each record says this will be missed.
Mister bug who made his home out of a rug.
But what's really sad is all the friends I thought I'd always have
Are made of words and pictures mostly.
Now that I've gone far enough to know that differences aren't different stuff,
And I can outrun any ghost. And I can outrun any ghost.
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