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Was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember there was snow, white snow
And clearly I remember
From the windows they were watching while we froze down below
When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show, you better lie low
If you love me, won't you let me know?
Was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals and a fox became god
And priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles, and a cross was held aloft
Bury me in armor
When I'm dead and hit the ground, my nerves are poles that unfroze
I don't wanna be a solider
Who the captain of some sinking ship would stow far below
So If you love me, why'd you let me go?
I took my love down to Violet Hill
There we sat in snow
All that time, she was silent still
If you love me, won't you let me know?
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I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by, still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own, here we go
Hey mister, where ya headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour, say oh no
Do you brake for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well
The well that inebriates the guilt, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
They're dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry, my face is numb
I'm fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own here we go
Troubled times, you know I cannot lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
Cold turkey's gettin stale
Tonight I'm eating crow
Fermented salmanilla poison, oh no
There's a drought at the fountain of youth
and I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up, I said 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
I've got a crooked spine, my senses dulled
Past the point of delerium
On my own, here we go
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Doubt
03:10
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I'm scared of my own image
Scared of my own immaturity
Scared of my own ceiling
Scared I'll die of uncertainty
Fear might be the death of me
Fear leads to anxiety
Don't know what's inside of me
Don't forget about me
Even when I doubt you
I'm no good without you
I feel that temperature dropping
Temperature's dropping
And I'm not sure if I can
See this ever stopping
I'm shaking hands with the dark parts of my thoughts, no
You are all that I've got, no
I'm gnawing on the bishops
Claw our way up their system
Repeating simple phrases
That someone holy insisted
I want the mark that's made on my skin
To mean something to me again
Hope you haven't left without me
Hope you haven't left without me, please
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Jazz Hands
02:48
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I've seen so many shows I think I'm going fucking deaf
And when I sit in silence notes still ring inside my head
But the music is so genuine that I gotta show my jazz hands
The energy it flows through me till I can't help but move and dance
Take me to a place of purest music notes and sound
The music played in elevators makes composers proud
And sometimes it's too much to dance and I gotta show my jazz hands
The melody and harmony are all around you, take a chance
Move, just move
'Cause you can't dance out of tune
And if you ever find yourself with tear stains on your face,
Know that you can still pull through without any good grace
Put on your favorite album, love, and dance with your jazz hands
Know that all I wanna do is catch your smiling glance
Hello dear, I've got a secret, come on listen close
Music's got all of the answers nobody else knows
And if jazz hands are the only move to express the way I feel,
Goddamn I'm gonna move my hands, my body makes this music real
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Carried Away
02:57
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I lived through a story of postcards and nothings
Nothing's like something when I'm carried away
Hoping that I could simply take off running
I hit a dead end and I'm carried away
I feel like I'm caught
Between the truth and the answer
One keeps me warm,
the other in tact
I feel like I'm caught
'Cause the truth's not the answer
But I have been warned
I wrote down a list but I know I won't tell you
Of things that remind me that I'm carried away
I'm playing with fire and I never meant to
I always tend to get carried away
Take this for my peace of mind
I know it's a misstep
Trace my steps back from the dead end I've come to
And I can't help but remember the way
I'll take advice and I'll give the right answer
But if truth can be told I'm still carried away
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