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Strobe
02:17
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there’s a want that’s in need of repeating
being trampled by festival seating
dumping vodka all over the dashboard
'cause my friend hung himself with a phone cord
giving up things that I never wanted
making up endings I never started
burnt in effigy sent adrift at sea
I was meaning much more than I said
haven’t slept in a week so I’m tired on my feet
and I can’t stop the pain in my head
I can soothe everything to diminish the sting
say tomorrow won’t be like today
joy and sorrow to dust
to the arms of a savior
is where I’m headed either way
it’s the place I’m headed either way
the affliction denies the restriction
the distinction avoids deviation
put a cup to my lips I can drink it
put my feet in the boat I can sink it
draw the line frame it up reconfigure
set your sights lock and load pull the trigger
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Soul of Clay
03:29
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mystified
clarified
verified
and terrified
a criminal walking the plank
break out the list too many to thank
it’s enough to make you call it all a day
it’s too much I need another soul of clay
it’s enough to make you throw it all away
it’s too much I need another soul of clay
glory be to everyone
now don’t be sad
just keep on having fun
I’ll be along
I’m climbing out of sight
I’m turning all this wrong
straight back into right
once in a while I wonder if I
should simply carry this all to my grave
get buried alive with the beast that’s inside
who took any love that could be saved
poisoning the seasoning
is cruelty in shepherd’s clothes
draw out my blood draw in my breath
scatter the seed too far beyond belief
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It's Relative
01:41
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I don’t understand it
I don’t know how to land it
red lights are flashing and I’m losing all control
the fog is getting thicker
the stillness getting quicker
nothing to hold onto I’m headed for a fall
cut the loss and cut the chord
it’s never black and white it’s relative
the weather’s looking cloudy
the crowd is getting rowdy
better take cover while there’s cover to be found
the water’s getting cleaner
the people getting meaner
healthy and able drive you straight into the grave
cut the loss and cut the chord
drop the the knife pick up the sword
feast or famine just to get your fill
it’s never black and white it’s relative
it’s never right or wrong it’s relative
it’s never up or down it’s relative
it’s never you or me it’s relative
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Thorn
02:34
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you fascinate me every time you come around
alleviate me from any semblance of a frown
blown to pieces put together back with peace
illuminated torn apart and recreated
a familiar and confusing place
I would lay my life down just to kiss your face
in the state of everywhere I’ve been
until I have to let you go and start all over again
a thorn in my side a candy-coated suicide
you’ll never find me when I decide to not be found
holding my breath and diving deep into the ocean
like the earth spins you’ll never stop the forward motion
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Glory Arrested
02:18
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one last mistake
time for one final take
until perfection is found
beneath the chaos unwound
too late to stay
not too much left to say
except for saying goodbye
can’t say that we didn’t try
we did our best and we learned a lesson in love
glory arrested
a time that came from god above
mornings are weird
now that I don’t have you here
raindrops are waking me up
cold water filling my cup
where are you now
and are you happy some how
that’s really all that I got
maybe that isn’t a lot
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