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11. | Certain Stars |
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If it weren't for those lofty currents you're riding on
You would not exist
If it weren't for the flashlight shining in my face
Maybe I could resist
I think I'm hyper enough as it is
I think I'm hyper enough as it is
I think I'm hyper enough as it is
I think I'm hyper enough
When all our bones and muscles hurt
What's so funny about that?
When you remember a saying you can't relearn
What's so funny about that?
I think I'm hyper enough as it is
I think I'm hyper enough as it is
I think I'm hyper enough as it is
I think I'm hyper enough
And I know that you are never wrong
I know that you are never wrong
I was not weak but the drink was strong
I know that you are never wrong
I think I'm hyper enough as it is
I think I'm hyper enough as it is
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Silverleaf and snowy tears
Wish I could have frozen time this year
You know nothing grows up here
It's all silver leaf and snowy tears
You know nothing grows up here
I'm digging in the permafrost
I'm scratching out the lines I never thought you'd cross
I'm sending up a flare for roaming dogs uncaught
In hopes that they might drag you home
Silver leaf and snowy tears
What buried box of luck could you not find here
Stamp some feelings back into my legs
I guess I'll freeze to death before, before I'll beg
You know nothing grows up here
You know nothing
I'm digging in the permafrost
I'm scratching out the lines I never thought you'd cross
I'm sending up a flare for roaming dogs uncaught
In hopes that they might drag you home
Forever after this might be
The fixture on my mantle piece
The feet are washing whites around
And nothing growing on the ground
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Cracked a hole in the glass bottom boat
Now the things we killed are beginning to float
To the top of the mosquito lake
And all this scenery looks fake
yeah, yeah - Yeah, it's beautiful here too
yeah, yeah - Why am I telling you?
yeah, yeah - Yeah, it's beautiful here too
yeah, yeah - Why am I telling you?
Last year last night
I'm tired let's fight
Yeah, this ticket looks good for a while
I'm always fucking up the four minute mile
Though it's selfish and mean at the end of the day
I'll take you back any old way
yeah, yeah - Yeah, it's beautiful here too
yeah, yeah - Why am I telling you?
yeah, yeah - Yeah, it's beautiful here too
yeah, yeah - Why am I telling you?
Last year last night
I'm tired let's fight
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When I woke up this morning, it was raining
Yeah, it was pouring again
Still I think the birds were singing
I couldn't hear them through the din
Couldn't hear them
Will you send me a picture, so I can remember?
Will you send me a picture, so I can
We're passing the bottle over to you
Across the floor of our sinking, dug-out canoe
We got so drunk that night, we got so drunk that night
I hardly remember driving you home
or was I driving you away?
Will you send me a picture, so I can remember?
Will you send me a picture, so I can
Iron this on when you get home
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I will hang with the spanish moss, over you
By this well water that keeps you cool
I will wait for the signal of distress
To drop another ice cube down the front of your dress
Cypress knees and shallow bays
We will sweat it, spend our days
There is a sunshine state i never knew
But i can re-write time with you
I will be the flounder on your southern shores
On your southern sandy beaches
If you would only show me where your sunshine reaches
Where it reaches
I will be the steward of your southern lands
If you would only take my, take my shaking hands
Will you build your half of the bridge?
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As soon as I got home
I reached out for the phone(Foam)
Drank my sleep from a can
Played track 6, track 7, again and again
I had a crush
Nothing works out
Well, I had faith
You could not have known; don't even say it.
Meet me again, maybe one mile high
Meet me again, and I won't flake this time
Meet me again, Maybe a year from now
Meet me again, I think we both remember how
It was no architect, designed this view
He could not have known about you
Mousy homes, catacombs
Detroit has a skyline, too
Detroit has a skyline, too
I had a crush
Nothing works out
Well, I had faith
You could not have known; don't even say it
Meet me again, maybe one mile high
Meet me again, and I won't flake this time
Meet me again, Maybe a year from now
Meet me again, I think we both remember how
I think we both remember how
I think we both remember how
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Well do you think your friends will show? (I don't, I don't know)
Because the light is beginning to go
If when we speak my cheeks start to burn
Then I'm a blushing bride ready to learn
Hung out at the Eastern terminal
All dressed up at dusk for a ride
Flamingos, and me on one leg
Swept up in the terminal's tide
I'm glad they tore that trailer down (I don't, I don't know)
Though back then you weren't even around
And now the sun is beginning to sink
Will I get that promised drink?
If when you speak my cheeks start to burn
Then I'm a blushing bride ready to learn
Hung out at the Eastern terminal
All dressed up at dusk for a ride
Flamingos, and me on one leg
Swept up in the terminal's tide
Hung out at the Eastern terminal
Too messed up at dusk for a ride
Flamingos, and me on my last legs
Drowning in the terminal's tide - yeah!
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Well I'm getting good at sleeping on planes
But I'm suffering more than a jagged time change
Not to say you're not a gracious host
But the cold water here is colder than most
Pull down your mask
Reach down under your feet
Call me one last time from the phone in your seat
Yeah the cold water here is colder than most
Sometimes I think there's only one warm place in this world
It's under the flag, of your (love unfurled?) on the phone (?)
Trace your finger down this map
Well is it relief?
From this height everything looks flat
Now that I believe
Pull down your mask
Reach down under your seat
Buy the stewardess wine
Drink some for me
Sometimes I think there's only one warm place in this world
It's under the flag, of your (??) on the phone
He thought he saw his life flash between his knees
On an animated airplane over Germany
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You gave me the keys, but not to your home
The porcelain locks, they just wouldn't hold
Against my shoulder, against the cold
They gave right in and went on in
You put on your helmet, just to breathe
You put on your shoes, but you did not leave
You made you mind up and took it all back
You flew your plane home with the boxes you packed
You filled your vase full but the flowers all died
You painted them green but the paint would not dry
You linked up a list of thinks not to say
I put in the tape and began to play
You made your mind up but the thoughts came unstacked
You flew your plane home, but I flew it back
You filled the lake full, but the fish they all died
You painted them blue, but the paint would not dry
You filled your vase full but the flowers all died
You painted them too, but the paint would not dry
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Well I have a fading impression
Of the last hurtful expression on your face
And I don't remember the time, but I remember the scene
Everything got ugly; well how do we get so mean?
And I'm sorry if the ride has been so disappointing
Well I tell you from my side, I can't remember much
And I'm sorry if the whole thing has left you wanting
Cause to tell you the truth, I don't remember much
No I don't remember much about it
Well can you see well from where you are sitting?
Because it didn't cost you a cent
It's for the pigeons to do your bidding
And with every single step, a stinking film of sweat
Well should I wear it like a three-piece suit, a torn flat, or a nervous halo?
And I'm sorry if the ride has been so disappointing
Well I tell you from my side, I can't remember much
And I'm sorry if the whole thing has left you wanting
Cause to tell you the truth, I don't remember much
No I don't remember much about it
Now we're two trains on the same track
The conductor passed out drunk
And you still ask me why I look so bad
Like my bathtub duck just sunk
But where's everything comes together
Either that or it falls all apart
Yeah, here's where the strings come in
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