1. |
standard friction
01:57
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Drop me on the map
I'll find my way home
I kept my constants
I stole what I own
Drop me on the corner
I'll find my way home
New dividends to divvy
The sky's full of coins
The way you're talkin
Like the sky is fallin
When it ain't nothin
But standard friction
Drop me on the map
I'll find my way to you
I crawl faster than I walk
Without a thing to lose
The way you're talkin
Like the sky is fallin
When it ain't nothin
But standard friction
So baby just chill out
You spend too much time freakin out
Over just a little bit of standard friction
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2. |
own your own home
03:14
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I don't want to lose focus
I don't want to waste time
I don't want to lose sight of
The things I call mine
But I can't be sure of
All I own
And I can't be convinced
To keep letting go
I don't want to lose focus
I don't want to waste time
I don't want to lose focus
I don't want to waste time
Maybe I need people
More than I let on
Cause the scene keeps going
And I'm reading alone
I told myself I don't miss it
That was a lie
I don't want to lose focus
I don't want to waste time
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3. |
send me a sign
03:34
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These are shady times
I'm just the type who doesn't buy
All these hard-won
Tongue-twist maladies
I made up the cure
I faked the disease
These are shady times
Glow of glass light
Speck the night
Revealing far too many things
Spun on a string
For all to see
Send me a sign
Something to believe in
A bed to lay my head in
I can make it one more night
If you send me a sign
Paralyzed by summer's windless nights
All those empty hearts
Found the boulevard
Pacing
Waiting for anything
Clipped their wings
Worked to frenzy
Send me a sign
Something to believe in
A bed to lay my head in
I can make it one more night
If you send me a sign
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4. |
why am i waiting?
01:52
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If ever I needed
The things I forgot
I could draw a straight line
And find them still
It's been a long while
But I bear this in mind
Why am I waiting
Waiting for more time?
If ever I needed
A chance to forget
It's come and gone
The memories never left
It's been a long while
But I bear this in mind
Why am I waiting
Waiting for more time?
I know I can't be
As young as I once was
I was a fool
To think I'd break away clean
I can do fine laying low
For a while but then
The pull starts wearing on me
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