1. |
Lucinda River
04:22
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I miss you but I can’t picture you
It’s another time we’re gonna feel
Apologetic with the seconds of your time
I see you but I can’t picture you
It’s another time we’re gonna feel
Apologetic with the seconds of your time
I see you but I can’t picture you
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2. |
Even Though I Knew
02:50
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Knuckles of a quarter split are rapping
We were only half together
We wanted it to be good, too
Even though I knew if I could never have you
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3. |
Life Was Good
02:52
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Life was good in April
When I thought it could be something to age gracefully
Yeah, that I could be your wayward skeleton
I was killed by the sight of a crazy daisy
Now in this season I drink stagnant water
I retire deeply into the story of your eyes
I thought I was in your light
Though I’d never step foot in it
I kind of wanted to talk for awhile
But I guess that you needed to split
Then a month of disquiet
Then two months of disquiet
So redact my daybook and weed on me
A revolution’s coming and I want to feel free
To sparkle when I fell, ditch my winnings, begin
To suspend that grief that wants to come in
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4. |
How Long
03:55
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How long can you occupy my free will?
It takes a faithful servant to know how to be free
Hell isn’t that far down when a crushed singer’s in town
An Austrian red is making its way to my head
Deliberately mistaking me for someone who is not me
How long can you occupy my free will?
It takes a faithful servant to know how to be free
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Already Arrived
01:56
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I heard you like the symphony
I think I like the way you choose your limits
And for a minute you’re moving up to the next floor
Already arrived to the next door
Is it worth it anymore?
Already arrived, already arrived
Everybody’s bored and they like to play your tunes
Straight through the eye of the needle in my mind
Streamed like a symphony, any way you choose
Already arrived with the singles sung on high, alright
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6. |
Highball Equator
04:32
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As we drift out of the widening path
We can see that nothing is the same as it was
What used to be heaven is now a wasteland you can see
And it is not for me
It is not for me
It’s not for me
Drink to the moon, the highball equator, yeah
We can see that nothing tastes just quite like it does
What used to be heaven is now a wasteland you can see
And it is not for me
It is not for me
It’s not for me
I’m going back into the world
Before the first place went up in a whirl
A clean-cut dinosaur world before everything came unfurled
I’m going back into the world
I’m going back into the world
I’m going back into the world
I’m going back into the world one more time
Drink to the moon, the highball equator, yeah
We can see that nothing tastes just quite like it does
What used to be heaven is now a wasteland you can see
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7. |
Motorcade
02:17
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eels cry tears in Eurasia
dream designer can’t keep from laughing
sewn-in secrets, private softness
short love on faster mornings
motorcade, cheers and laughter
motorcade, uncorrupted
you know what they say about people today…
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8. |
Watered Down Utopia
02:59
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I feel alright today
The movie had enough to say
To make me understand and gave me warning
Sophistos make the merry go round
It’s all water in this watered-down utopia
In case I haven’t told ya
The creaking easel is your buddy’s dirty diesel
And a dozen of them occupy his mind
We get and go today
I’d sell my bones to make you stay
I’m gripping things that burn me all the time
Geniuses on beaches drink the water
In this watered-down utopia
In case I haven’t told ya
Geniuses on beaches drink the water
Sophistos make the merry go round
It’s all water in this watered-down utopia
In case I haven’t told ya
In case I haven’t told
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9. |
Walk on the Water
03:06
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Falling off bridges that were never even there
Never cowered behind stained glass or fallen down the stairs
Men beyond their riches think all women are witches
With their tinctures and omissions on their manifests of wishes
And they can walk on the water
Color wheels are spinning when the good ones are winning
If you keep your eyes closed you’ll pretend that they’re swimming
When they walk on the water
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10. |
Lucinda (edit)
04:25
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