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She twirled her ring when she said,
“I had famous friends,
But they went down the ribbons and left.
And frayed the ends
Of my hopeful twenties
And my dreams of the east”
And I chase her streaks down silent weeks
Cause she keeps her hand just out of reach
And I drove past a victim’s tribute
When he died there was nothing to do
But tie flowers on the fences in twos
And watch the wind
Blow the things that I knew
Through the long afternoon
It’s why I lie in a bind for you
And I’ll drink less wine for you
And I’ll be on time for you
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Different All the Time
02:34
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Sometimes I sleep with my
Windows open wide
Like the whisper of the wind will preach in time
And tell me of a trick you pulled
Of a carnival ride
Of a lifetime filled with parables
And this
Is my final wish
That I understand the midnight band
The symphonies that get under my skin
And work hard to pull you in
And quit wishing it were
Different all the time
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
Well that's one more kid to suicide
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
It's a fairy tale that won't say goodnight
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We cannot be friends
Until you agree to a timely end
And we say that we fade into the night
Into the night
We feel most alive
When we have to say goodbye
And when you’re 21 you feel like your 55
Cause your friends won’t be behind you
But they’ll want to sing, sweet, into your eyes
Into your eyes
I want to take you in my hands
And see the innocence that passes through us all
Cause in my mind you’re still 16, but you want to be 21
But let me tell you I’m 21 and I feel like I’m 55
Cause my mom won’t be 35 again
And she’ll never sing me to sleep again
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Shake, your tiny fist at me, it’s tearing up my sleeve
As we slowly sink
We, keep making fun of God, with wands and angry fits
But she still knows it’s
Time to let it go
And it’s time to let it go
We, make a compass in the street, we point at everything
So we keep spinning
And we, spy possibilities, drink wine and then retreat
To the feet of the stars
To the seats of our cars
And your scars are in a row
And I blushed and you didn’t know
But it’s time to let it go
And she said,
“I won’t be around
No I won’t be around to see your worst
But I still have your shirt
‘Cause it smells like your long, blond curse”
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