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Magnet Bar
03:44
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Magnet Bar across the lake
Must be the approachable rate of
The grain of salt that you take
From anyone who told you about this place
Who told you about this place
You don’t like what I say
But to be honest with you i’m not the weird one
You’re always giving me shit
Not to be a dick but you got nothing to stick two
And after making up names
You’ve had about a hundred and i’ve had about three
And after all of my change
Is spinnin’ down the tube well I guess that’s what it’s four
Fill the bar across the lake
Coming up on the morning of the day
I turn grown up enough to take their advice
And tell you about this place
And tell you about this place
It’s a warm dark it’s a false alarm
It’s the afterward scratch from a shouting scar
Calling back making up or speaking easy enough
To draw your metal mouth to a Magnet Bar
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Thanker
03:58
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You were never there
So now you know the truth
I’m picking up your hair
And giving it back to you
Like anyone with arms
For picking up would do
For anyone with hair
It’s been an afternoon
You never lost your mind
As bad as you did
When I was on your mind
You shelter through the door
And fade on into the back
Thought i’d seen you before
Where the heck was that?
And this is how it felt
wherever it was
Though i had something else
That I was thinking of
I never lost my mind
As bad as you did
When I was on your mind for
As long as I was
And you were losing nights
Of sleep in your bed
While i was breaking fights up
Underneath your head
You went walking away
And look your
Good ol’ Lightning escaped
And from here
There you are unstopping
With everyone
And here i am
Thanking away at you again
There you are unstopping
With everyone
And here i am
Undropping it so you know what you’ve done
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Bum Scotch Loser
02:56
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Was hovering over the keg like why
Do i need another one every time
I pass through here
So many school years
Over in two beers
And now the talk I had with Len was getting on
But I can’t fake a mood like she can
So instead of milking it
I walked out of the room and sped directly into you
But I had actually nothing to say
So I said…
Now I was looking at Captain White
Probably talking shit about me on the far side
With Paul he used to be
The old school-drunk Captain of the other team
Went over to speak my mind
But then one of them broke and it was totally fine so
Instead of mulling it over I
Just took a picture with the other guy
Cuz I had actually nothing to say
So I said…
I had actually nothing to say
So I said...
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Lonely Loner Friends
03:05
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Stevie lead the march on time apart,
From all your lonely loner friends,
And the signals they send,
Hey man where ya been?
Aw, that’s really somethin’
Thanks, I can sell it to myself
And I don’t meet my ends
So why the hell on earth do you leave it up to me?
How’d I do? You did this thing, you leave the room
What are you on about? I must’ve tuned it out
Hey that’s just what I mean,
You shut me out for being keen
Thanks, I can sell it to myself
And I don’t meet my ends
So why the hell on earth do you leave it up to me?
If it was up to me,
If it was up to me, it wouldn’t be up to me
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Talk of the World
03:44
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I found my place among the earth and I lost it
Thought it was all that I’d need
Was on a radio station in Boston
And they spread the disease
But you didn’t see me when I came around
Either you weren’t looking or lost by the sound of it
But I am still awake I guess
And I’ll be that way until I go to bed
I’m finding out all the days we went missing
Weren’t obtainable
If we make enough to get out of this city
And become the talk of the world
Then you would still see me outside in the raid
I would bury us quickly and wash off the paint
Cuz I am still awake I guess
And I’ll be that way until I go to bed
I am still awake I guess
And I’ll be that way until I go to bed
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