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Ocean Of Ink & Quill
01:12
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All the water we produce
Trickles down into vaults made of ears
To be broken in by us
We're just so thirsty
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So I said it loud
And the antennas in your ears picked it up
The radio station in your head processed it all
Then you said one louder
A catch of breath
Cause what I had ran out on me
There was a note in my chest that said
I'm not coming home
The room was full but not with flesh and blood
It was enough to lift the house
And the things in the basement finally knew
What it was like to be outside
They were doctors
They were poets
(We were)
We were alive
We were, well we used to be
We used to be
They used to be mothers and they used to be fathers
They used to be husbands and wives
But tonight they're just people breathing in tones
Breathing in tones
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Man's Great Golden Lie
03:11
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Shake the quiet from your shoulders
Cause I know you wanna talk
I got a shiner on my fingers
When you come to inspect
And a loose tooth slowly drifting
To the mark you left on my neck
And if I were on my death bed
Would you be dying too
Days are passing and arriving
Like words memorized
Don't say love
It loses its lust
I tried to say I lost grip
Where are you now
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Every Little Sound
02:37
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Oh god, I'm an outlet
You're no poet but you still write
Oh god, you can stand again
But you're sure as shit that you're not shitting anyone
So you lay down again
Lay down again
Move their weight in gold to a higher plane
And perched, the eyes guarding the words
Through teeth and tongue they travel
They use air but they don't fly
How does it feel to make it bleed
You are the outlet
I am the poet
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Hot and Heavy
04:45
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You were a body
That couldn't take it
So you curl up
To fill in the four corners of this bed
Gonna hold it against you
Cause your skin is warm
You stay on your side of the room
And I'll stay on mine
Make sure it's clear to me
God knows that could mean anything
I heard a whistle from your bed
That says I'm not asleep yet
Come hell or high water
I'll tell a secret I should tell
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Story on top of story
The sun warms our bodies
Flailing in the sand
Left behind to fill your lungs with water
You're lost in the current
But you're not the same
You're lost in the current
But you're not the same
Don't move your mouth to speak
Make it so you don't think
You won't want to or need to
Close your eyes to communicate
Let us know soon
Speak morse code with electrical figures
And copper wire branches
Lose your legs in your sleep
Leave your body behind
In time
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We've Got Clouds To See
03:41
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We are both sinners and saints
In the same body
It just depends on who you like more
It just depends on who's pinned to the floor
My legs are sturdy
Your hands are dirty
My legs are sturdy
Your hands are dirty
If you unwind yourself you can stand
A voice shouted ripping the sky in half
This is what you get
When you mess with god, the devil
And everything between
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Beverly
02:42
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You were thin like wine in glass
Taking to the pool beneath you
You resembled stained glass in a church
But now you can't be spotted
Cause the lord and gravity have other plans for you
Well maybe the strongest words belong in a letter
But you know my penmanship is sub-par
Yeah I thought I had all the time in the world for this
Yeah I thought I had all the time in the world for you
Cause I know you had all the time in the world for me
Cause the lord and gravity have other plans for you
Cause the lord and gravity have other plans for you
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Were you listening when I asked
For this to all pass
If I say it any louder
The answer won't get any clearer
The answer won't get any nearer
Yeah it's slow like city streets
And it hurt like wisdom teeth
Would it be any different if I weren't here?
In a rundown room
You were painting our insides
Colors I didn't know
You could see from here
And we all just disappeared
Yeah it's slow like spring weather
And a godspeed like sundials
Yeah it's slow like city streets
And it hurt like wisdom teeth
Are you listening?
(Tell them we're busy)
Are you there?
(Tell them we're tired and don't care)
Are you listening?
(Tell them we're all so sorry)
Are you there?
(Are you there?)
Yeah it's slow like city streets
And it hurt like wisdom teeth
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Holotype
04:27
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The sun came traveling towards my house
We talked about this for years on end
The well started boiling until it ran dry
But the water was happier in the sky
You lay still until I came near
Without stories to pass the time
What do your hands feel like
From sixty miles away?
Sea giants knock at my door
I ask if they know this tune
They'll take it back with them to the shore
And you'll hear it in the night
Like your favorite lullaby
It heavies your eyes
But I'm up for hours building card towers
Just to knock them down
Is it safe to say
It's worse off this way
I hope I'm in your stories
Cause you're in all of mine
I hope I'm in your stories
Cause you're in all of mine
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Philadelphia Post-Hardcore
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