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There's room for you, if you wanted to
Yeah, there's a room with two white walls
And I can't see you much and I won't see you soon
So just sing for me and let it all fall off
Maroon is the deepest red
The deepest red I know
So let the roses have the big bed
Believe in me and let it go
There's room for you, between the beams
There's a doorway but there's no door
And don't you worry, because you can't break me
I've been there before and nothing hurts, nothing hurts anymore
Maroon is the deepest red
The deepest red I know
So let the roses have the big bed
Believe in me and let it go
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Soft Eyes
04:04
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Three more sticks of dynamite
Half-lit cigarettes in a still life
Just one small room and one loud moon
And some day soon you'll be gone too
You'll be a dark dot in a mainline
We'll take the L Train up in the springtime
And the slow sound of the wind-chimes
Will wake you up and eat your dreams alive
Sleeping in a sea of sound
Dreaming of burning down the whole town
Just wonder why and wonder how
I'm listening for the clouds, but my thoughts are too loud
You'll be a storm cloud in a blue sky
You'll be a sore sight for soft eyes
And your blond heart in a bell jar
Going between here and where you are
With the lights out, it's bright out and the brake lights from last night
And always, you can't stay
The right time, the wrong place
(yeah)
You'll be a storm cloud in a blue sky
You'll be a sore sight for soft eyes
And your blond heart in a bell jar
Going between here and where you are
credits
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Transit
03:07
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Sleep on goldenrod and dream of Cassius Clay
Under a starry sky in the middle of the day
Our summer clothes carried by the breeze and
The seasons are changing, the details rearrange, so we get away
I'll make everything alright
We like it best when there's no one here
The glass is green and the grass is clear
Our summer clothes thrown out the window
The view is nice and it tastes sincere, so we get away
I'll make everything alright
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Blue Skies Forever
02:42
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Golden frames I can't remember
What you said it was December
Shake the nerves 'til they surrender
Cut through glass and cut together
Sit and watch the clouds go by
Breathe my smoke and close your eyes
Blue skies are forever calling
Blue Skies are forever falling down
Yeah, you know me.
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Body Language
03:55
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Waking up again, your feet and your fists are
Fighting back against your knees and your wrist and
Ink fills up the coffee cups and ink falls from your lips
But ink will never be enough to stop your finger tips
The street names rearrange, your tongue's turning over
The words that used to taste the same, but now they're so much colder
And tiny hands and city air scrape away the paint
You only hear what isn't there, bracing for the drain
You're breaking up
You're cutting out
Your voice just like a steel box deep beneath the ground
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Everything
02:33
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The ivy, the doorstep
I'm trying hard to forget
So your eyes can seize me
When my fingers are bleeding
Can you show me the way
You make everything stay in place?
The attic, TV screens
Glowing just like in my dreams
And the bottles in the backyard
Are burning brighter than the stars
Can you show me the way
You make everything stay in place?
And I never saw your face
Just golden light, then empty space
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Hey Tomboy
03:16
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Signals in the dark
I swear that I'm still breathing
And when that signal dies I swear
That I'm not leaving you
And when the wine is gone and we're under the gun
We'll sing and our eyes'll be looking at the sun
Hey Tomboy
Too much silence
Two lungs to call your own
Too much modern life
Two eyes that walk me home
Hey Tomboy
It's in you
It's in all of us
Faces in the lake
We'll tear them into pieces
Looking back at you
Before it all just freezes and
Sweet, black velvet tied around and underneath
You tongue and your lips are just following your teeth
Hey Tomboy
Too much silence
Two lungs to call your own
Too much modern life
Two eyes that walk me home
Hey Tomboy
It's in you
It's in all of us
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Always August
02:58
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If I could lay my bones out on the beach
next to you I think I'd be alright
And even if the shore looks the same on the other side
I think I'd still like to try
I wish it was always August
and you were always down the street
I wish it was always August
and we could learn to float downstream
And all the makeshift batteries I'd build
to keep the light above your head in place
And if they burn out, I'll burn them down
just so you can have something that stays
I wish it was always August
and you were always down the street
I wish it was always August
and we could learn to float downstream
I wish it was always August
and you were always down the street
I wish it was always August
and I could learn to just stay clean
credits
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