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Broke & Hearted
02:13
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BROKE & HEARTED
I guess it's true what they say about the broken hearted
and from my window I can see a light in darkness
They speak in cliches like 'better days are coming,'
but I know better so when I hit the ground I'm running
We don't have to spend the rest of our lives
living in shells of a former life
Our days are counting down, let's try to get it right
I've made my way town to town across the endless seas
I've searched for nothing proud, nothing discovered me
But back here in the claws of family and friends
I found a resting place and never left again
We don't have to spend the rest of our time
living in shells of a former life
We don't have to fight on no one's side
or turn away love when the moment strikes
Our days are counting down, let's try to get it right
Our days are counting down, so let's light up the night
Our days are counting down, we're gonna be alright
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Curtain Call
02:46
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CURTAIN CALL
Lay me down by the river in a cold Cascadian town
let me shake off the shivers as the night comes racing down
because the man in the mirror's got a plan behind his frown
and the hand of the Giver's got another on the trigger
of the gun it's wrapped around
So when the curtains come to call
let 'em come and let 'em fall
I hold this moment above all
Lay me down in the city as the moon crosses the sky
I'm only here for the pity lest the blood catches your eye
And does it number the guilty in the passers passing by?
It's your delusion of a city, boy it ain't fucking pretty
and in the light neither am I
So when your life becomes your wall
let it build and let it fall
And when the darkness takes us all
let it come and let it fall
So when the curtains come to call
let 'em come and let 'em fall
I hold this moment above all
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I'm Not Mad
02:27
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I'M NOT MAD
So what if it's a love song, so what if it's mellow
soft, passive and slow
Violence is a virtue, but anger took my soul
as it tends to do I'm told
I got old
But I'm not mad anymore
I've got plans I'm planning for
and if the whole world abandons me
I wouldn't fault them for anything
This guitar gave me a falling, and Jessie you were right
it's painted my hindsight
So when you're fighting and you're stalling just remember you've got time
but not enough to waste your time
like I did mine
But I'm not mad anymore
I've got plans I'm planning for
and if the whole world blames me
I wouldn't fault them
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Come Home
02:42
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COME HOME
Baby, I know you've filled up your days
and lately I've been chasing a flame,
and baiting, and biting, too much to take
but love is for fighting and finding a place
So come home when you want to know
that you've got a place in these arms you can go
come home
Baby, it seems like there's no road to take
and I am an island. But you are the waves
beating upon my shores every day.
Love is for fighters, and finding a way
So come home when you want to know
that you've got a place in these arms you can go
come home
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The Greenest Grass
02:12
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THE GREENEST GRASS
We lay our weapons down
surrendering voluntarily
to passion and belief
and kiss the stable ground
we finally have the chance to breathe
free
We see it now, the steady hand
of us was you, was me
It's turning out the greenest grass
was right under our feet
We searched for eager eyes
desperately needing some belief
and we found em in our reach
at all of the wrong times
apparently we searched but couldn't see
the moments our eyes would meet
We see it now, the steady hand
of us was you, was me
It's turning out the greenest grass
was right under our feet
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6. |
Maybe
02:00
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MAYBE
I've been watching the clouds as they're gathering
and the sky starts falling down
I've been wearing a loud, shit-eating grin
as the silence fills this town
I gotta believe that no one should be
alone at seventeen
but life in a cage isn't how my life will be, she said
Maybe, just maybe
I won't go home tonight
I'll chase a days worth of dying light
and settle down where I can feel alive
Been vapid and frayed for a lifetime now
and a bit more every day
They call it a plague of mistaken vows
but absolve of any blame
I gotta believe they both could up and leave
but convince themselves to stay,
'cuz life in a cage ain't as bad as it could be
but maybe, just maybe
they don't make it home tonight
and years of finding ways to disconnect
cone to a sad and uneventful end
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7. |
Pain
03:31
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PAIN
Stay where you started when the simple starts getting tough
and everything you do never amounts to enough
unless you're waiting for the world to fill your cup,
then give it up
Call it torture of the art or call it what you will
when gazing through the haze requires a drink and a pill
and buying into despair is the worst endearment to feel, but still
This pain, it's more of the same
When your world only tries to break
does it try in vain?
This pain, it's more of the same
I thought I'd grown out of my mistakes
but I never change
If they aren't waving you goodbye inside a rear view mirror when you go
or waiting patiently when you get home
then all the in between (the ghosts and demons that grow)
won't be alone
when you dive into the deep and through the looking glass
and you find all the things you thought you'd shared have passed
from your mind, like a love that was supposed to keep you alive,
thrown aside
This pain, it's more of the same
When your world only tries to break
does it try in vain?
This pain, it's more of the same
I thought I'd grown out of my mistakes
but I never change
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8. |
Margins and Notes
02:44
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MARGINS AND NOTES
It's lonely in this head without you
and I can't even call you, I can't even think
I'm sorry I drove you into leavin'
I drove you to believin'
that you ruined everything
Maybe we'll find ourselves, or find the best parts of how we felt,
but the words that I wrote in the margins and notes
I'm keeping to myself
It was lonely in this bed beside you
where I could never find you fighting for anything
I'm sorry you lied about the waitin'
and I lied about the savin'
and we ruined everything
Maybe we'll find ourselves, or find the best parts of how we felt,
but the words that I wrote in the margins and notes
I'm keeping to myself
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Dead Frets is the solo project from Jared Stinson of Sic Waiting
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