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Nursery (Reprise)
06:18
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It's cold in this neck of Ohio, tonight, and the style is right for a sad, winter song. I feel lost, like a speck in a pile, out of sight, and, though I try with all might, I just don't feel that strong. As we walk through the fields, trekking on snowy dirt, my eyes start to hurt, trying to see you smile. And, we talk about fears, making our stories short. You are scared to get shot; your bravery goes for miles. And, there's more miles to go as we walk the train tracks. I think we lost the rain, back in the woods, we just hiked. And, the store signs can glow as you walk sidewalk cracks. I think we lost the town, back, trading streetlamps for kites. The nursery and all of the trees cross over the dark. And, some old parking lots hold my whimpering thoughts and I'm on the next train. You and me, you and me, can't you see what this means, in the light of a torch? Realize, nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. It's cold in this neck of Pennsylvania, tonight. With the airplanes in flight, they plummet at my car. And, it's cold and I talk and I strain you to fight about pain at it's height and whatever you are. And, it's cold in this camp in Kentucky, tonight. And, the river's a sight as you sit on a branch. And, we've rolled up our sleeves and are lucky to fight about pain at it's height and we're taking a chance. The nursery and all of the trees cross over the dark. And, some old parking lots hold my whimpering thoughts and I'm on the next train. You and me, you and me, can't you see what this means, in the light of a torch? Realize, nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. The nursery and all of the trees cross over the dark. And, some old parking lots hold my whimpering thoughts and I'm on the next train. You and me, you and me, can't you see what this means, in the light of a torch? Realize, nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. Nothing is forced. Nothing is forced.
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All my plans and dreams are coming true, today. A number of these faceless schemes is coming into play. And, yes, I can tell the future is sweating consequence. The glue on that old green t-shirt is starting to crack, and loneliness, the only sense, is holding you back from what you see, you see? All my marble graphing-s have turned the air to stone. The ceiling lights caress the white speakers, when you're not home. And, yes, I can play those sad games, and, yes, I can see your eyes. The glue on that old green t-shirt is starting to crack, and loneliness, the only sense, is holding you back. Reality has other plans. And, when you go to write your paper on the matter, remember, remember, remember: All my plans and dreams are coming true, today. A number of these faceless schemes is coming into play. And, yes, I can tell the future. And, yes, I can see your eyes. And, yes, I can feel the sorrow; it's coming down, tonight.
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Demons Outside (Reprise)
03:29
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You're passing my house and you're circling the block. There's demons outside and they're circling the sky. The breeze from the lake makes raindrops on my jacket. When will the ghosts believe in the humans they see? Why won't they just come around and around, in the whirling sound and the frightening gowns of the underworld? And, lights, at night, flicker between their flight. Why won't we leave them alone? You walk between the walls and you live under the stairs until a motionless death sinks into your hair. Late, at night, I sit before the light. When will the ghosts believe in the humans they see? Why won't they just come around and around, in the whirling sound and the frightening gowns of the underworld? And, lights, at night, flicker between their flight. Why won't we leave them alone? You're passing the time as the lonely city blooms, full of confetti and hopes and water balloons. You're passing the time as the lonely city burns. When will the ghosts believe in the humans they see? Why won't they just come around and around, in the whirling sound and the frightening gowns of the underworld? And, lights, at night, flicker between their flight. Why won't we leave them alone? Leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone. Alone, leave them alone.
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Third Class East Palestine, Ohio
Ohioan alien music since 1999
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