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Stare, drenched, straight up into gray
Ignore the rush, slow your pace
'Cause we got nowhere else to be
Beaming like a kid in a mud puddle
Drop your bags, run, jump, hold tight and spin
I'll never touch the ground again
Soak in every drop and savor it
Wet shoes are a blessing today
Move closer, holding back, though we know what's coming
The suspense is like a drug
These drops on my face might as well be tears
Running into these filthy gutters.
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Street Sweepers Exist
04:14
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Wake up, staring at the wall
It's time to find your clothes
Last night, walking home
He calls you on the phone
Get up, it's time to make your way
You've walked this path before
Streetlights all turn red
This night will never end
You call, I hear your voice as your eyes fill with tears
I'll be there in ten
The cycle never ends
The ripples on the water, and the cigarette butts in the grass:
They've seen more of us than we ever will.
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City Bears
06:27
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I hope you mean it when you say goodbye ain't forever,
Because your scent still lingers in every room.
Don't leave me to sit on this riverbank alone.
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For Drew
04:38
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I hope you don't mind the wind,
Or your hair dancing to these songs.
A glance into hazel-green reflections,
Lit up with each fresh wave of sound.
Take in every breath slow, and feel every note,
To keep me sane when your seat grows cold.
Flares of red, and clouds of smoke,
These late night walks are what keeps me going.
Strongest silence, brief and infinite,
These late night drives are all that holds me together.
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Hermit Crabs in the Ice
03:58
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The moon is high and bright as that first night we sprinted across these hills,
But now I'm alone, sitting on rotting wood.
A patch of ugly trees watches this silent passion with emotionless eyes.
That night, we laid in the grass
The insects covered our legs.
The silence, not awkward,
But filled with something we could not express,
Hard as we tried.
Drag this ride out as long as we can,
Make every second count,
Holding you on the asphalt.
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Sneakers on bricks, past so many churches
Stop at 2236, the one with the streetlamp.
Humming Lifetime tunes across this windy bridge,
And in the gazebo, monologues in statue's gaze.
Laid out like a starfish in our king-sized bed.
Learn to welcome these stabs of cold.
Clarity comes while shivering in October waves.
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