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dead to me
02:00
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when i went away i wondered
if you missed me back at home
did you think about me
in our old spot by the school
and on a bright day
i could swear i could see you
in the distance far away
now you're dead to me
and i'm dead since i've been gone
and i don't think i need a name anymore
i don't think i need a savior
and i think that in a town like this
people only know who you were
i think so, but i'm not sure
and there's a big house somewhere
i can't say exactly
and they treat me well
and we all do our share
i think i wanna be a part of something
i think you'd understand if you were here
and i don't think i need a name anymore
i don't think i need a savior
and i think that the burning sky's
the sign i'm looking for
i think so, but i'm not sure
i think so, but i'm not sure anymore
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crater
02:18
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i stood at the top of the ruins
i threw rocks into the distance
houses curled around the dark between
and there's a light on back in town
there's a phone a few miles down
and i can see it all
(oh and) in dreams
i see it as it used to be (it used to be)
valleys stretching farther than
the firelight can reach (the light can reach)
and in dreams
i see it as it used to be
mountains rising taller than
the water it's all
dazzling beneath
the many hills and halls
and meteors that
leave us where we
stand alone, these
pillars fall, these
frantic colors that i see
in dreams,
i see it as it used to be (it used to be)
in dreams,
i see it as it used to be (it used to be)
a crater swallowed by an ancient sea (it used to be)
a house is witness to so many things
i stood at the top of the ruins
i threw rocks into the distance
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the lake
02:51
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holding my own hand, being my own friend
picking up all the pieces again
i'm not very good at
a lot of things
we'd meet at the tunnel, sit in the shade and
listen to cars up there echoing
sometimes i think,
sometimes i think
i never left
every year the lake gets lower
we find things below the water
counting towns and space between
here the heat gets to everything
and it burns my hands, burns my feet
i still want something to believe and
every year the lake gets lower
we find things below the water
i can see the stones, all weathered
you're so smart, you don't know better?
and i still believe in signs
there's a hole in the mountain
and a hole in time
and i look out to the water
some things never come out right
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flowers
01:14
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mornings like holidays
wake up late and think i'm safe
at last
all the letters are unopened
keep the lights on in the corners
i get scared when i hear noises
when the phone rings now
sometimes it's flowers
somewhere i don't live
sometimes it's worse, and
sometimes it is what it is
when the sun comes up
will i be asleep
when the sun comes up
will there be anything
sometimes there isn't
sometimes it is what it is
sometimes there isn't
sometimes it is what it is
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