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what's the use in crying about it?
who'd want to swim in your river of tears? pack it up
we're settin' up camp somewhere else
staring at the shadows tooooooo long
made you forget WHERE THE LIGHT COMES FROM
you sleep all day and then you wonder how the night could seem so long
ooooooo
ooooooo
it's just a matter of time
it's just a test of your will
and i'll be damned if you just lay down and die
and i'll be damned if you don't just open your eyes
and we'll all be damned for what it's worth
if you don't just try
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The Drunk & The Gambler
03:02
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one more night that i can't get to sleep
apologies for sounding bleak
crack the window so that i can breath the fresh air
silence seems like a virtue in small rooms
with walls that bounce my loud thoughts off me
reflecting inaccurately
coaxing a drunk and a gambler into a two year plan
pointing a gaunt finger up with a heart like a tin can
trying not feel pain
was a naive choice made in vain
when you've got nothing to lose nor to gain
fleeting feelings of bliss become lost
in this endless abyss of clarity and resolve
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Where'd They All Go
03:23
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things come and things go
people come and people go
you come and you go
i know it to be so
things come and things go
people come and people go
you come and you go
or so i'm told
how could we ever know?
how come i wasn't told?
where they all go
where'd they all go?
where did they all go?
i've been dreaming
of my old friends
all my old friends
i'll see them again
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Interlude 1
01:33
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*ethereal whooshing*
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Daydreaming
02:21
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traveling towards fulfillment
of your compulsive wish
daydreams about daydreaming
scratch that existential itch
there's a voice in the back of your head
that agrees with the things that you read
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Paris, NY
01:58
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movie soundtrack in my ears
diegetic sound from a protest crowd
i wish that i had learned the language
so i'd be able to understand them shout
it doesn't matter where i go, there are always people
who look like people i used to know
the cigarette smoke smells the same
from outside the Louvre to your childhood neighbor's home
there are always people
who look like people i used to know
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Birkenstraße
01:46
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when i saw you pick up the change
i know that i had to do the same
attempting attentiveness through tired eyes
3am at an empty bus stop
we gave thanks for the time we got
which you reluctantly described as bittersweet
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Interlude 2
00:46
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*ethereal whooshing intensifies*
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Treasure Chest
02:47
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i saw a picture from Christmas last year
and the memories flowed in
from the same part of my brain
i had a dream about you with
i'd like to keep that treasure chest safe
never fading or collecting dust
so when i feel like i have nothing left
i can still at least remind myself
you will live forever in my head
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10. |
Heights
03:08
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even though i'm afraid of heights
the balcony here looks pretty nice
so i climb through the window
with a glass of red wine
i watch people walk
i listen to the wind and the cars
i feel the cold, dry air on my face
and i think,
i should really get to sleep
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Sleepwalking New York
WORDS AND SOUNDS BY JOSEPH WRIGHT
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