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I-80
03:18
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1.I-80
Another means to an end//for you and your friends//at least I can fend for myself in the end//I never thought I'd learn the boundaries//were just the people who surround me//And ideas become possessions//berating composure and foolish questions//I'll pack my shit and head back west//until the pressure leaves my chest.
Fake another step towards the only exit//passive aggressive but you won't catch it//Another lesson about investment//our interest was never vested x2.
Lately it's like I'm flying down I-80//We're two minds separating//with our bodies still debating//I'm so sick of all this waiting//Our bodies are still debating//I'm so sick of all this waiting x2.
Fake another step towards the only exit//passive aggressive but you won't catch it//Another lesson about investment//our interest was never vested.
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Gold Rush
01:43
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2.Gold Rush
I'll get the hang of it//before I lose my wit//the leaves are burning but I won't quit//Back on the porch we sit//before the sunlight hits and wakes the people that we grew up with.
I used to call it home//but everyone I know is off on their own//Now it's just a shell of what I used to know//And, I'm not one talk//I joined the rush for gold//I joined the rush for gold.
Tires had traction then//but now they’re way too thin//to take the back roads when I cave in//Tired of tracking them//their begging big reactions for the smallest actions.
I used to call it home//but everyone I know is off on their own//Now it's just a shell of what I used to know//I'm not one talk//I joined the rush for gold//I joined the rush for gold.
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Cellophane
02:38
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3.Cellophane
If you fall off//don't take me with you//Afraid of heights now//afraid of depths that you've been reaching//Altitudes will come with sickness//and the dive will too//the Benz won't know forgiveness.
I hope you find that shipwreck//can't hold my breath too long//Good men once walked those decks//we'll never hear their songs//We’ll never hear their songs.
Wish I could send them home//but they'll never be alone//'cause you didn't hit the surface//to take another breath//So I'll breathe for you//'cause that's what friends do//until my lungs explode.
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Salt
03:19
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4.Salt
They said you can't brush the salt off your shoulder//throw it back and that devil is blind//Close your eyes and you'll wake up older//losing track of the time.
Losing track of the time//I've been losing track of the time.
Way back when//I never thought about the end//and my mind is something that I can't forgive//it always seems to win//All the blocks turn to miles again//and I’ll scale all the walls until I find my way in.
x2
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Lockjaw
03:01
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5.Lockjaw
Stare at the water like it’s pavement//I think missed your final statement//but now I set the pace from here on out//save face back in the basement.
And you'll rarely catch me blinking//I'm in the stateroom while we’re sinking//Gonna watch the fault lines bury us//so how’s that for wishful thinking?
But that window’s oh so small//when the floors collapse you’ll have no one left to break your fall//I’ll be there to watch it all.
The ocean floor ain't so bad//until you start to call it home//and lose track of what's beneath you//I’m better off here on my own x2.
And you'll rarely catch me blinking//I'm in the stateroom while we’re sinking//Gonna watch the fault lines bury us//so how’s that for wishful thinking?
How’s that for wishful thinking?
The new norm//always told myself that it's better than before.
And you swore//the sand beneath my feet wouldn't wash away anymore.
I walked so softly//never knew it’d be this costly//As if I ever stood my ground//the tides erase my footprints and drown me out.
Please don’t erase me.
And you'll rarely catch me blinking//I'm in the stateroom while we’re sinking//Gonna watch the fault lines bury us//so how’s that for wishful thinking?
How’s that for wishful thinking?
So when that window caves//pressure from the stories you made//will always find a way//underneath the concrete you laid.
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Pindrop
02:26
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6. Pin Drop
I hope you get too sick from running circles in my head//you'll wear your soles out//just like the kids you hang around now.
It's getting hard to see//with all the smoke and burnt debris//But I can still breathe//if it means anything.
A few cards beneath the cuff link//they're bleeding from my sweat//And these sleeves are stained with ink now//like the slur of words that left you//Your teeth left marks on every single word//I called it off//I never really liked this place at all.
I never really liked this place at all
It's getting hard to see//with all the smoke and burnt debris//But I can still breathe//if it means anything.
You twist my arms and words behind my back//Until my shoulders break//the ones you used to stand on//I'll hold my tongue because this wasn't what I planned on.
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Blue Line
02:30
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7. Blue Line
Can you just tell me again//where have all my friends gone//Their faces wearing thin//can’t relate to what they dwell on//And I can feel it beneath my skin//few days til you come back here//were caught up in the where and when//so what’s the plan for next year?
The kids are calling out//while I’m making my way down//and damn this water’s cold//can’t adjust to slower movements//But you came along and saved me fore you were ever certified//I felt it on the first time//at the bottom of the blue line.
But these feelings left me//we think alike my friend//I can see it right every time//Our song came on again//and we crossed the same state line//I spent a few too many minutes//at these wasted points of interest//Lay at the bottom of the lake//I’ll try to close the distance.
The kids are calling out//while I’m making my way down//and damn this water’s cold//can’t adjust to slower movements//But you came along and saved me fore you were ever certified//I felt it on the first time//at the bottom of the blue line.
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Stone
03:15
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8. Stone
I aimed to kill but lost the will and didn't count the times I missed//I never thought that I was just an optimist//I wish that there was someone I could blame for this//Remember how we used to think when we were kids?
Try to kick it in the back now//Young adults spitting bullshit and they're so proud//And I try not to speak loud//sails up through the night while they're anchored down.
We're all just stepping-stones to someone.
We're all just stepping-stones to them.
I'll sink//you'll fall//can't hold your weight at all//but at least I’m made of stone so I can watch you from the walls//So don't keep me posted it's making me sick//I'm trekking way higher than the tunnels that you dig.
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