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Winter Coat
03:10
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I’m clothed up to my chin
And no one else is outside
I can’t find anyone else held together
By a winter coat like mine
I guess they’re all afraid of the wind
Gnawing on their exposed skin
I’m not as nervous of the weather
It’s this bad every year in Logan
The new year has come at last
And it’s frigid enough to dance
And wait for the best parts to come
I’m going to look around for once
Love everything I can touch
And wait for the best parts to come
My old friends are gone
And my former routes are hidden
Under the discolored ice
My neighbors are sick or showing symptoms
And I’ve got something coming on
From a tearing throat and rigid cough
But by next week I’ll be all right
Stepping across the winter January brought
Now, I’ll keep to the afternoon
Watching old Saturday morning cartoons
And wait for the best parts to come
Later in the evening, alone in my room
I’ll listen to songs by idols fallen too soon
And wait for the best parts to come
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2. |
Hallmarks
04:10
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Day one, I would hate to be late
Fumbling with directions, I hesitate
This campus needs an atlas
Each building needs a landmark no one could miss
I'm a lot less bigger than I thought I would prove
Hello, how are you? I'm new and confused
I don't mean to stick out, but could you tell me how
To find my lecture, because it's starting now
I just need to get this right once
I'm sure I'll find what I'm looking for
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3. |
Rocket Race
04:32
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I placed last
In a rocket race that flew by real fast
I've been told time and again
It's us versus them
Son, you better shape up or ship out
Tell us what you're made of or get out
Out of the fire and into the furnace
Makes me nervous
I'm no match
You can be certain of that
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4. |
Turn Around
05:16
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The week that I met my dear
Under snowfall, under white lips
You were tearing yourselves apart
And I didn't know who to revere
Should I take a wrong step, should I slip
I seem to be in someone else arms
So please, please, please fix us
And I say, "Well, I really wouldn't want to get mixed up,
Saying who's justified
Telling you who's out of line
I just don't have the time"
What kind of conflict or joy
Immediately demands my employ
I can't help it if I'm out swinging and spinning
When these affections are worth winning
Otherwise, I wouldn't turn around on you
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I can't beat the blows
Of those copper tones
Rushing along the tracks
But they help you relax
From somewhere in Wyoming
To wherever they're going
They're here when they are
Heading off car by car
Without fail
The sound of smoke trails
Never grow stale
In its own way
As you fall asleep
I'll catch you quickly
You can believe me
You can believe in me
If you're shaking
Under your blankets
I'll stay awake
And keep you safest
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6. |
Being There
03:41
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Tonight I'm going westward
All of those strangers will soon learn
That I'm made of gold
That will be good for keeping around as they grow old
At the edge of a crowd
Straining with laughter out loud
Looking around, and around, and around
Excepting to be found
There's no blame or shame in myself
So, I guess it's okay to take it for someone else
And you look like a fool
With no chance of renewal
I seem unfair
Being there
When all I do is stare
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7. |
Control
03:53
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Late night walking
With someone talking
In complementary meters
As I move my legs until my knees hurt
I've got to be home soon
If I can stop wandering like a loon
Flying to the beat and the tune
Of Matt Berninger's subdued croon
Stumbling around in the dark
Passing out at the top of a slide in the park
Knowing I ought to be going
Before my blood stops flowing
With the summer at its coldest
And my shivering lamp-lit shape at its oldest
If I'm feeling so bold
What else is there to do with so much control?
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8. |
On Main
04:26
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On main, away from the rain
I would like to say I was here when it came
At night, I find the time to resign
These old valentines from my mind
My wish isn't to seem suspicious
To the listless, unseen visages forwarded by marching pistons
I'm a great big riddle in the middle of a little town
Isn't the the real riddle all around
I seem to breathing a sleeping dream
I seem to be sleeping a breathing dream
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9. |
Far From Virginia
05:40
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I thought I would stay
In the same place always
But now I'm far from Virginia, many years later
I didn't believe I would be
Coasting on the highway with my friends in the backseat
While lit up until we're in Decatur
The next little while
Better give me a smile
In the next few hundred miles
The more we drive
The more I find
I like the idea of staying lost
Discovering gems in rural backdrops
Without a definite stop
But through the country we continue to cross
You think you're so funny as you speak
I'd call you out if I wasn't dying at the wheel
Red-faced and convulsing
Our future in full swing
Don't you turn around on me
Eyes closed, huddled with someone's hair in my teeth
Tired and fuming, sitting up I lean
Into the window as the city invites us in
One building at a time, but it doesn't
Resemble the memories or negatives
I thought I had expertly collected
Don't you turn on me
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10. |
Dancer
03:45
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Through the rafters
My two eyes fixate on one
Girl who has mastered
Each step that she must
I call in the hopes she'll answer
But that doesn't interrupt
Then comes some bastard
Who comes and lifts you up
It shouldn't matter
But it doesn't end the race my heart has run
I want the last word
Before I clean the pumped blood off my cuff
So, dancer
Could I ever be enough?
Don't let me think
Let me know:
Could I good enough?
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11. |
New Year's Day
05:14
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Let's go out in style
It's not going to be like this for a while
I'm still stuck in the same clothes
Living off of another person's dime, living in someone else's home
I made a big deal of the same holidays
I made the best of a warm, solid place
But happy birthday to our recorded marathon around the sun
Orbit until the air has left our lungs, and our lungs have been eaten
But we'll meet up in another twelve months, since we love each other so much
Killing each other over paper, until we're vapor that can't get enough
Permitting, in that time, we don't disappear
We'll resolve to try again another year
I know the day is gonna come
Where I'm going to miss the taste on my tongue
Of knowing anything can be won
Of staying young
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