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Deep Cut
04:08
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We were the worst closing band yet
In this corner of Brooklyn
Promised I'd never play there again
But that's an easy vow to forget
Everyone here sings along to the wrong songs
You had the coldest laugh yet
In this corner of Brooklyn
And you don't know
And you don't care
Who's in earshot when you vent
You don't know and you don't care
I wish I could compare
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Bellyache
04:42
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When I saw it, your look gave it all away
Teeth white and clenched for camera three
In the middle of laughing at someone off frame
It's a routine you used on me
Believing in all those romantic moments
You'll be let down overtime
So I believe something, something is waiting
Black boots and organized
She knew my habits and still had nice things to say
But 'You and I' there never was a 'we'
A detail she was sure to stress
I wasn't smart enough to see through the flash
You've landed in places reserved for creeps
I wonder if and how that reflects on me
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One One Thousand
03:38
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Every dead night light
Burned out as a failure
Each little star
Deserted me in my sleep
Their ten watt glow
Shaded sky blue and ash green
And the light from those tiny plastic stars
Faded before it even reached my knees
Thought counting my blessings would help me sleep
Curiously, my insomnia thought differently
It was gorged and growing on my retreats
Better to accept defeat
Than wait around
Lay there till morning
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