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Stop the Sound
02:51
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Who's that stranger in your mirror?
Where's that twinkle in your eye?
The one that's always obscured and tried
The one that's always hard to find
Bring it back to the foreground
Dry my wet lips and calm me down
Stop the sound of the empty can hitting the ground
Every day there's a debt to pay
God forbid I'd forget
To appreciate my love
Bring it back to the foreground
Dry my wet lips and calm me down
Stop the sound of the empty can hitting the ground
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Passing (on the right)
04:29
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There are roses at the intersection tonight
Coordinates you never knew
Would ever be associated with you
Blooming from a rusty bicycle
With a front tire that flipped over a hood
And landed in some guy's rear-view
Along with the parts of his life
Now permanently imbued with that
Roses by the stone
Of the one you called your rock
But if you'd have seen it coming
You would have been watching the clock
Instead of their face
One last taste before it's wasted away
Maybe you'll see it in everyone around town
Or in those dreams that you have every night
With every day the warmth of the feeling blurs
Of seeing them turn to your voice
They're passing on the right
They're passing
They're passing on the right
Now they're passing
And you're left asking,
"Why?"
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3. |
Without Anyone
04:39
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I hold the door for women
I dress up nice
I am polite
When I need to be
But what no one sees
Is me without anyone
I'm just an obscuring view
An everlasting blue
Without anyone
It's me without anyone
Gears turning all the while
But motion's an illusion in denial
The living room floor
Feels like a bed to me
It's plain to see
That needles in the hay
Can be so hard to find
Alone, confined, unknown, and blind
But you should let a little light in
'Cause she's without anyone
A face to say, "I love you" to
Hair to run your fingers through
The living room floor
Feels like a bed to me
It's plain to see
That she's without anyone
But she's a face to say, "I love you" to
Hair to run your fingers through
Me without anyone
I'm just an obscuring view
An everlasting blue
Without anyone
No one sees the lonely you
Yes, it's sad
Yes, it's true
Without anyone
No one sees the lonely you
They never will
They never do
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Anesthetic
03:01
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Grab the bottle
Swallow your trouble
Call it sick
I call it anesthetic
A temporary injection
A personal reflection
Call it pathetic
I call it anesthetic
My blood is red
Not like love
It's red like anger I don't want in my life anymore
Grab the bottle
Swallow your trouble
Call it nature's little trick
I call it anesthetic
My blood is red
Not like love
It's red like anger I don't want in my life anymore
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Connor James Halifax, Nova Scotia
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