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Barberton
03:54
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screaming days are old
hard knife to your soul
when we get out can we go to the party
where we turn on each other and end up sorry?
freezing caves are home
with nowhere to go
when we get back can we turn out the lights
and open our heart and make it a good night?
i don't want to mess around
i don't want this mess around
jump into a magnet sound
you're canyon bound
i don't want to mess around
i don't want this mess around
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Make it Break
03:34
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one more note
there, i finished what you wrote
a hundred pages on the harbor where we made our only daughter
and my coat couldn't keep warm on your throat
collect a scarf out of the gutter
whisper endlessly about lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers
oh, lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers
drink a glass of ale and ask what country am i made of
and i'll laugh and laugh and laugh and answer
all of the above
put on records, slow and steady
Elvis Presley Blues is heavy
make another punch line and i'll laugh and laugh and laugh and wonder
what is it about your skin that always keeps you warm?
what is it about your lungs that's always harmful?
everything about my skin that always keeps me cold
is everything about my love that's always harmful
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Separated by Ice
03:18
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watching you move in the back of the bus
thumb through a book while you fumble your luck
even at night when your eyes stay dark
am i the only one who looks for the spark?
gavin, i've never told anyone before
that i'm madly in love with the middle school whore
and even when my chances are negative slim
i know she's the ocean where i wanna swim
oh, i came to realize the truth
we're separated by ice
gotta get a real job, gotta find my place
move away from you into a hollywood space
and even when my friends chose the water in the bay
i found love and warmth in the obvious ways
ten years later you're a comfortable mud
cluttered in my brain with soils and suds
i visit the ghost of your teenage pose
and i wonder what umbrellas would've done for us
oh, i came to realize the truth
we're separated by ice
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Keep the Heat Coming
03:29
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drunk, dead tired
i'm on fire
keep the water on tap in my veins and my mouth
i'm wasted awake
too much sun
no more fun
it's an hour after hour after hour of buzz cuts
and i'm waist deep
keep the heat coming, coming, coming
soft sheets
don't fall asleep
when your mind is a missile and the eyes the target
it's the toughest blink
pull the pillow
straight out of my mouth
use a faucet to forget
you've got to punish me
keep the heat coming, coming, coming
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Statue's Pulse
04:51
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bring the doctors in
my brain's been lying
i've lost count of the places
where i was dying
someone struck a match behind my eyelids
now i'm seeing red and feeling expired
fire, fire, fire
oh, sarah said, "there's nothing to prescribe
i'll trade my nerves to help you feel alive"
cross cables
to believe in glass
otherwise i look through windows
and only see the past
taste copper
on my dinner plate
and find the reason my arms are always late
find the reason my arms are always late
then somebody screamed i was paralyzed
but i could feel their breath
and somebody screamed i was hypnotized
because i didn't think i was dead
and somebody screamed i was in disguise
that my soul had already left
and sarah kept crying out "martyr!"
though my ruins weren't blessed
please don't bury me
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Ghosts in Pocket Los Angeles, California
Formed in January of 2011, Ghosts in Pocket goes as follows: Keith met Zach, Zach knew Chris and Nick, Keith met Chris and Nick, and the rest is history.
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