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Shift
02:25
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You're a time machine
Black and white TV screen
Seventeen
Making of a big city dream
So go ahead say what's on your mind
Let your head radiate warmth next to mine
Leading, you're two steps in front of me
Leaving, you're never in view of my feet
Borrow words on the highway
And changing the lane
Check you out in the mirror
Bet you never felt so vain
Telling secrets over root beer
We're kids on the floor
Check you out in a picture
Like I've been there before
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2. |
Kick You Out
03:30
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I don't wanna win I just wanna run out
So what do you suppose we talk about now?
Running out of words I can be your scout
Telling my brain to kick you out
Jumping cars like I don't care
Not a scar can touch a hair
Oh on this kid, let's talk about
What fight or flight is
I want out
But what if that's just not me speaking about
And I can't tell what's right or wrong now
So what if I don't touch this anymore?
I don't wanna lose but you wanna say go
And how much of this do you do for show?
Shadows in the brush but you gotta stay close
Telling my brain you're not a ghost
Jumping cars like I don't care
Not a scar can touch a hair
Oh on this kid, let's talk about
What fight or flight is
I want out
But maybe that's just not me speaking about
And I can't tell what's right or wrong now
So what if I don't touch this anymore?
It's dying again, it's dying
Define it again, define it
What fight or flight is let's talk about
Let's take this outside
I wanna get out
But what if that's just not me speaking about
And I can't tell what's right or wrong now
So what if I don't touch this anymore?
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3. |
Soda Bomb
03:56
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String of hair reverberating from the wind
I think I’m seeking out a rhythm in you
Park your car and then my vision keeps so still
But rushing blood pushed me off-hill into
A perplexed dress of stars to veil my eyesight
I see all I wanna see but that’s not who you wanna be
And no one else made me feel
So in tune; so intact
Never laughed with my head thrown back
No, not till the next
Then I fell in love with
Every piece of advice that you gave me
And I tell my heart “relax”
No, but I bombed that
Word of mouth or me creating memories
Comfort in the things that cease to exist
Thought you up, I think you’re "read between the lines"
I think I’m fabricating you, do you mind?
Just say, “I’m far beyond your line of eyesight”
I see you’re not good for me, but that’s not who I wanna be
You’re just thought process
Spilt soda on a nice dress
But I live in other rooms now
I’m making a little more room now
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4. |
Human Version
03:36
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A love song to never go hungry
Your shirt scent just for the road
Got no hand if you’re out of money
An arm is not a good hauling rope
“I know” you said
You were unexplainable
“I know” you said
You didn’t
You are not a human version of these words on my tongue
Though they travel so far
You are not a human version of these urges to leave
Look at me
You are evidence of feeling
You are a trace of steps, a set of arms
A small child that never existed
An ode of being too scared to stay
Fancy words were all you listed
How could tomorrow slander today
“It won’t” I said
You were apprehensive of
the things we did
and didn’t
“And we were lucky to even try
But I’m scared for your life”
A figment of what could never die
Forced into life
“But just tonight” I said
I begged inside but you’re not dying
“No” you said
You were, you’re not
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