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Turnpike
04:30
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didn't want to tell you in this song all my problems with plucking out my eyes. or taking those words as far as they'd go cause if i did i'd be, i'd be torn to shreds.
cause i saw you leave. i saw everything.
and put on a sunday and our sunday face. pretend it's sunday and say it'll be okay. i thought about yesterday but i just turned away. i'll see you tomorrow but it won't be the same.
i'd be lying if i said i forgot. were you disappearing even then. i hope these regrets turn into something else. i'll come back i hope it's not too late.
cause i saw you bleed. i saw everything.
and put on a sunday and our sunday face. pretend it's sunday and say it'll be okay. i thought about yesterday but i just turned away. i'll see you tomorrow but it won't be the same.
we'll leave you in the rain, we don't wanna know your real name. we're all liars anyway. we'll be safe inside but you can't hide. we know your kind, we know you.
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She Said
03:40
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She said we’ve gotta get out of this town before it explodes. Everyone knows it’s exploding but they won’t go and I’m all alone. Would you come with me?
She said debris is falling down on my house and there’s a tornado spinning around. It won’t slow down, nothing slows down
She said I’m sick of spinning ‘round in a circle I’d rather be a square and I don’t care if all my sides aren’t equal. Or even if there’s four of them. Or five, six, seven, eight
Then she said I’ve changed my plans, I’ll stay in the sinking sand. Go ahead and search all you can. I already know where I am. You’re gonna have to go without me. You’re gonna have to find your own way home. No one knows where this road goes
I said I was only gonna go cause I thought I’d see you there
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Glory Ignored
04:18
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i stepped on your picture again. this time i'm afraid you've had enough.
and i'm getting on a bus to somewhere but i'm not sure i'll be strong enough to stay there. i'm going somewhere real and solid, that is no place for a ghost.
looking for an excuse to stay on the ground. building new empty houses on the outskirts and collapsing into ourselves.
and i'm getting on a bus to somewhere but i'm not sure i'll be strong enough to stay there. i'm going somewhere real and solid, that is no place for a ghost.
we'll rise above the cracks in the ground, but i'm scared i'll slip right back through. you are the only one able to shrink doubt and give us a chance to be real.
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Eric Oliver Erie, Pennsylvania
I was born November 15, 1987. Lots of things have happened since then. Sometimes I write songs about these things or things I just made up in my mind.
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