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Rotunda
03:26
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Fire burns away the memory
I'm in for the long haul
A little rain must fall
Do you miss me at all?
I’m waiting for your call
I'm in for the long haul
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2. |
Question Ocean
05:08
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This isn’t right; up past midnight
Wondering why everything’s awry
I don’t know where I went wrong, if I did at all
My lack of knowledge causes my fears to grow tall
I’m drowning in questions and I’m held down by doubt
My love is suffering from a deadly drought
A part of me is missing, indeed; and I believe it’s with you
I feel as though I’m limited on options of what to do
I have no idea if I’m still ever on your mind
Perhaps I broke the promise that I would move on, and that’s not fine
Curiosity and generosity
Both parts of me that no one ever sees
Right here, right now
This isn’t right; up past midnight
Wondering why everything’s awry
This isn’t right; up past midnight
Wondering why I can’t clarify
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3. |
Connection Established
04:07
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Finally, things are working out
Can’t believe I had so much doubt
However, I’ve been up and down
Primarily, my feet remain on the ground
But what do I do now? What am I supposed to do now?
I sat here all alone, until you came over
A conversation which had been soon engaged
Had turned you into my four-leaf clover
Introduce me to the path that walked you into my life
I know damn well we can overcome any strife
That interrupts what we have created
Don’t let that remain unstated
Things will never be same
Life in this town is becoming lame
All is well where I am, besides an occasional jam
I’d like to be where I dream of
If only I could find true love
Waiting my turn for the roller coaster again, yeah
One-night exclusive; bring your friends
Don’t forget, you worked hard to get here
Pay off your debts and pour yourself a beer
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4. |
Rustic
03:13
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Never leave me alone
Venture with me to the unknown
Whispering winds a-blow
Never leave me alone
Afraid to even know
Hate to see you go
Remember me
Forever wishing there was time
Never have we reached our prime
Afraid to even know
Hate to see you go
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Woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Can barely tell if I’m alive or dead
No reason for me to feel this way
I’m hopeful for the return of better days
‘Til then, I don’t need much
But I guess I could use a crutch
These people know not to bother me
Whispering to each other, “Let him be.”
Deep down, I’m alright
Waiting for the days to start to get bright
I’m not like this all the time
To Hell with wintertime
Everything is alright; we’ll be outside tonight
I’ll be heading outside whenever everyone else abides
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6. |
Taken To The Cleaners
03:35
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It wasn’t hard to tell that her serotonin had shot right through the roof
Her eyes showed the proof
Deliberately, I cast a lure
Surprisingly, I was asked to deliver more
If I were to ever see you as unappealing
Would you believe it? Would you believe it?
If you were to ever catch some odd feelings
I would not believe it, I would not believe it
I would not; no I would not
I’m not venting, you’re hearing me complain
To your ass, I must cause such pain
Even though I’m no risk-taker
I’m prone to be a mistake-maker
Oh well, there’s room to grow
They’ve always said to stick with what you are inclined
Your charm is unconfined
Your personality, unrefined
You are always on my mind, my mind
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7. |
Why Worry?
01:50
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8. |
A Whole Lot Of Lost Hope
04:02
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I wonder why I see you everywhere
It's more than just your eyes and the accents of your hair
So many things I'd say, but I fear that you'd not care
Life is so unfair, at least that describes mine
If I could think of the word, I may then feel fine
I wish I knew what to say to you because I have a lot in mind
If you could dig deep down into my heart, I think you'd be surprised by what you would find
When I'm at home tonight, I eventually may think of you
There's no room for any hate at all
It's a shame that I'm not there with you right now
Instead I'm just writing this song
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Disco Of Discomfort
03:12
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Well, everything is falling and I don’t care
Something is crawling up my chair
Every time I see you, I want to say hello but I get too scared every time your eyes see mine
I wonder why
The music here is so loud
I want to stand out from the crowd
So you can see me
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Stumped
02:21
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Here’s to my would-be valentine
Quite a story it would have been if you were still mine
Here is why I must imply
That your eyes could make me cry
Today I saw my would-be valentine
I really wonder what things would be like if you were still mine
I have to admit that I’m not over it
Suffered a critical hit and I’ve been feeling like shit
All alone, down to the bone
And down to the bone, I feel alone
There walks my would-be valentine
And I know it’s not because our souls would not combine
(Because they did)
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11. |
Osier
03:17
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12. |
Exit Existence
07:36
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Making my way around
Burning bridges down
I’ll be nowhere to be found
Camping out underneath the ground
Are you happy with the life you chose?
Some days, you’ll want to disappear
Some days you’ll wish you were never here
Put all of that aside
Because you’ll have to decide why you’re really here
But not today
Burning bridges down
Making my way around
Wonder why I’m always scared
Wonder why you and I were never paired
Consumed by rumination
Very little preparation
Convinced by accumulation
Sick from acclimation
Remember that I exist when you feel alone
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