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Take Me Home
02:46
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Turn on the brights. See deer scatter in the night. See this steering wheel turn right where it knows I belong: this ditch just south of Charleston. I'm calling out when we're apart. With zero bars, it's all for naught. Your sound could take me home.
I just need to hear your voice.
Turn off the lights. I feel the sun starting to rise. I feel this burning hole inside, fraught from miles shelled out. I've brought this on myself and now... I'm calling out when we're apart. With zero bars, it's all for naught. Your sound could take me home
I just need to hear your voice.
The South Carolina cellphone tower gods are frowning on me. I doubt I'll carry on for long if your voice hasn't found me. Your sound could take me home.
I just need to hear your voice.
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Pixies
03:25
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You've got it all figured out. You've got it all figured out, you say. You've got it all figured out. I bite my tongue as I doubt certainties from an uncertain mouth. You won't come clean about how you lie to yourself, like you lie to everybody else.
You've got a story for it all. You've got a story for it all, you do. You've got a story for it all; excuses for even the smallest fail, letdown, or wrong call. You fake your walk and fall. You lie to yourself, like you lie to everybody else.
All broken up over every broken word you gave, but your words don't mean a thing... and you don't know you lie to yourself, like you lie to everybody else. You lie to everyone.
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Abandon All Hope
03:30
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Keep her hanging on forever, if you want. 'Til something better comes along, she's your toy... and I know you know you're cold. I know. You told me so. It was written in blood on the walls of your hall: "ABANDON ALL HOPE."
Let her think she stands a chance. She never has. It makes you feel so attractive, but I know you know you're cold. I know. You told me so. It was written in blood on the walls of your hall: "ABANDON ALL HOPE."
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In Your Bedroom
02:54
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I feel the warmth of your bed from here in Staten Island. It's the warmth of heaven felt from the hell of a smoke-filled basement... or really anywhere at all that's not anywhere with you. Even if I had a ball, it'd be nothing next to Florida afternoon showers; holed up in your room for hours.
I can't stand the wait. I'm in love when it's raining in your bedroom.
I feel the warmth of your bed. It keeps me from losing my head. I replay, over and over again, memories of so many nights spent together under the sheets; content with nothing to say. And every time our eyes meet, I can't help thinking they glow so perfectly in here; in the lights that line your vanity mirror.
I can't stand the wait. I'm in love when it's raining in your bedroom.
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No Fun
03:17
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I don't know why you've been running around with so many with poison raps. You don't know what you're doing playing loose with your soul. You're no fun.
I don't know if you're the same after you stooped so low. Some things you can't take back. You don't know what you've done to everyone you call your "blood;" your "own." You're no fun.
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Say It Out Loud
02:51
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It's sad, but it's true... and you could probably tell: I couldn't be happy with you, feeling sorry for myself. And I knew we were through the afternoon in the car we both sang "Somebody That I Used to Know" a little bit to hard.
We don't like where we're at, but we know better than that. You're a drunk cry for help and I'm in love with myself, but we don't like to admit to it. We hate to say it out loud.
It's sad to accept, but I could certainly see: the past that weighed down your neck burned down your future with me. You must have know it was over, wondering that night; you said, "We're better apart." I said, "You're probably right."
We don't like where we're at, but we know better than that. You're a drunk cry for help and I'm in love with myself, but we don't like to admit to it. We hate to say it out loud.
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Die Alone
03:08
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Girl, you walked in and my brain shut down. I don't know how I lived before you, but it's really getting late. You should be heading home, You gave me hope that maybe I won't die alone. It's really getting late. You should be heading home, but I hope you don't. We could talk all night.
Girl, you walked in and my lungs gave out. I don't know how I could breathe before you, but it's really getting late. You should be heading home. You have me hope that maybe I won't die alone. It's really getting late. You should be heading home, but I hope you don't. We could talk all night.
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Nevermind
03:05
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You say things haven't been what you thought they were. Well, I think you've been kidding yourself. Things have never been what you thought they were.
I felt you tear out my insides. One look from you makes me see: I got it all wrong tonight. Hey... just forget it.
I'll speak up, but won't say what you want to hear... 'cause I'm not sure you'd hear anyway. Even if I say what you want to hear, would you want to hear me?
I felt you tear out my insides. One look from you makes me see: I got it all wrong tonight. On and on, I go on wasting my time. There's nothing real left for me. I got it all wrong tonight. Hey... just forget it.
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Smashed
02:26
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Honestly, I'm so dumb. I should have known you'd walk away when the going got tough. You toss and turn now that you're gone, 'cause you won't have me around to dump your blame on.
Too flawed. Just say it. You don't know what you want, but this ain't it. Who's flawed? You make bad calls. You had such nice things 'til you smashed them all.
You're seaside now. How charming. Move far away. Change your name. Say "Sorry," but why bother? You don't mean it. Let's never speak again. It only makes me sick.
Too flawed. Just say it. You don't know what you want, but this ain't it. Who's flawed? You make bad calls. You had such nice things 'til you smashed them all.
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O.K.
03:44
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Pull me down. I want to hear you say you'll pull me down when I get picked up and dropped to hell; when I'm a soul relieved of its shell. I'll be all fright, but O.K., as long as I get one last look at your face.
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