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Present Company
02:59
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I can tell you, that I feel fine
We've got no worries we lose the time
the friday evenings that I can't find
and present company that I don't seem to mind
Ive made myself acquainted and removed my reservations
I've found myself a lover I don't wanna know another
I feel like life is better we're glad to be together
Don't know what I was doing back then
don't know what I was doing back then
I can tell you, today feels strange
the world is coming, we're gonna change
I really like you, and its a pain
cus i know that we are leaving, but ill try not to complain
Ive made myself acquainted and renewed my reservations
I lost myself a lover and I guess ill find another
I feel like life was better but ill manage with whatever
Don't know what i am doing again
don't know what i am doing again
I know we are right, and ill miss you tonight (x4)
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2. |
Good Times, Bad Timing
03:52
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I thought Id be ready to go
but i don't want to leave right now
i feel like I've just settled down
but you don't want to stick around
lets strip down, stay waist high
hold you clothes up so they stay dry
thank you sam, we got high
opened the door they saw our eyes
mom found all my rubbers
thats fine ill steal one from my brother
this next day please don't end
some more time to spend with my friends
its shitty ill complain
long weekends so we stay insane
this next day please don't end
some more time to spend with my friends
(x2)
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3. |
Motion I
02:49
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what we called home, was a dream breeding ground
basements for comfort, and the streets of down town
i learned to love and i became myself
what we called home …
What i call home is a dream's dying day
the shallow basements where i don't want to stay
I want to fuck and I'm becoming unwound
what i call home …
What i call home is a dream's dying day
the shallow basements where i don't want to stay
I want to love and I'm becoming unwound
what i call home …
Cusve the hell I've been through
i did fall but knew
and could tell one day soon
id make this my home
id be home x4
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4. |
Part of the Day I
06:35
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On the Sundays of review and reflection
when my body is attached to my bed all day
I could get up and i could fake a complexion
but id rather reminisce and id rather stay (and i could)
think on all of the worlds slight imperfections
and where are we going and what should i do (cis I'm just)
one of thirty thousand faces on campus
but that fact wouldn't strike me, were i still with you
Cant give my mind the time to rest
Wont go to sleep with all the rest
Cus itll just remind me of how it is
you'll be a weight that I will miss
on the mondays of ignorance and actions
when the floor is falling out where id set my feet
giving way to new ideas, interactions
forced relations and the friends that id hope id meet (we all know)
the four best years of your life are still ahead
so fill my glass up to the brim and i will drink to the new (but I'm just)
eyes wide open staring up at the ceiling
at 3 in the morning it resembles you
Cant give my mind the time to rest
Wont go to sleep with all the rest
Cus itll just remind me of how it is
you'll be a weight that I will miss
Cant give my mind the time to rest
Wont go to sleep with all the rest
Cus itll just remind me of how it is
you'll be a weight that I will miss
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5. |
Wagon
04:10
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My car is a time machine
My car is a death machine
My car is for my head
My car has been my bed
My car is my home
Its time I can be alone
My car is singing booth
My car is my youth
(x2)
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6. |
Part of the Day II
03:44
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Never had to much to say
It doesn't matter anyway
to hear my dear would satisfy
a crooked crutch i can't deny
Am i wasting time
Why can't you decline
how i feel and should i try
i don't know now i don't know why
cus every time you give me hope
it leads me down a steeper slope
and ill get fucking sick of you
and ill get sick of being used
why can't you lie, why can't you lie
Not sure what i want from you
Or if i should try something new
and you tell me that its too much
but I'm not sure i give a fuck
Am i wasting time
Why can't you decline
how i feel and should i try
i don't know now i don't know why
cus every time you give me hope
it leads me down a steeper slope
and ill get fucking sick of you
and ill get sick of being used
why can't you lie, why can't you lie
Well God is a lover and satan's his brother
and Jesus is just another pessimistic mother
who turns on the bright lights
to point out perspectives you'd rather not see
But lets go to college and get our degrees
where fractions of people is all you will see
So strum on your steel strings
and go ahead and binge drink
till life makes sense
Stress on approaches you make your way in
Your playing a game that you don't want to win
Cause who you may be
is the worst that you'll see in the morning that follows
Cause God is your mother and satan's her lover
and Jesus is just another by-standing brother
But why can't I
Hate her when she gets up to leave
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7. |
Motion II
05:41
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Yesterday,
Filled with hope and trust
But "if i look back i am lost"
cus it'll just remind, it'll just remind me of what is missing
But its just the start
And "its never over"
and i have to stay sober
cus it is to remind, it is to remind ….
Im bound to be okay
I'm bound to be alright
I'm bound to fall asleep at night
and ill look back on this fright
it is to remind, it is to remind me of what was missing
Im bound to be okay
I'm bound to be alright
I'm bound to fall asleep at night
and ill look back on this fright
it is to remind, it is to remind me of what was missing
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8. |
More Than Enough
03:18
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No day was better than yesterday
id wonder and id misbehave
when foresight never crossed my mind
i was blissful, ignorantly blind
Don't want it all I've got enough
and looking in I'm a little rough
my patience isn't running thing
but I don't know if I'll ever win
Im crazy, i can't open the door
can't burn my bridges, just wanna lay on the floor
but ill find a way to open up
and rid myself of whats more than enough
You tell me you are satisfied
If i said the same it'd be a lie
if i was content with what id got
you wouldn't be bothered half as much
the thought of you just clouds my head
as I lay awake in an empty bed
Maybe you aren't what i need
and I can look ahead to the life I'll lead
Im crazy, i can't open the door
can't burn my bridges, just wanna lay on the floor
but ill find a way to open up
and rid myself of whats more than enough
Im crazay
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9. |
Sweet Morning Light
05:22
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Not long ago, i lost you
now I've changed, cus what else could i do
many many times, memories on my mind
but no longer, id rather not unwind
many many times i gaze at your face
and many many times you can't relate
but i don't seem to mind for the first time in a while
so todays the first day where life feels worthwhile
I opened up a secret door, a whole new place to explore
The dawn has broke sweet morning light, your shadows past out of my life
A brand new life no time to waste, a youthfulness still to embrace
A Brand new start just me no you, an other side to break on through
many many times i gaze at your face
and many many times you can't relate
but i don't seem to mind for the first time in a while
so todays the first day where life feels worthwhile
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10. |
Motion III
03:47
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Let the motion flow it flows
tell me where to be
oh let the motion carry me
tell me where to go
(repeat)
Carry me (repeat)
(x2)
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Punk band making dance music. Boston.
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