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New Old
03:40
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Enough of the old-times eyes
Enough of the same old reprise
So ugly
So tired
So bored
So true
I don't know what do with you
Now number three on the side has been giving me the eye
Like somehow I'm the one who's crossed the line
And you?
Your songs write themselves
And you?
You're no better
You know, this place will wear you down
Ain't much left to do but wait for some good news
You in the corner shaking just staring at your phone
Singing "I gotta get outta here. I gotta go home."
I'm trapped in a sea of debris
I am 5
I am 50
I am 15
She spins around and says "so, what's your theme?"
Says she wants to know what is it I mean
To maintain a distance I no longer occupy
The ongoing joke I continue to choke down
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06:04
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I have little to report
Since your town was lowered back into the ground
With the ferris wheel fading
The peculiar quiet
The things we left against the pier
Made a couple of signs
Tied notes to some balloons
Read through the paper again
As the sun comes up
Your air conditioners click on
The only sound against the waves
Been having this idea that we're having the same adventure
Unfunded
Unnoticed
And alright
Your notes would talk about the distance and down-time
And the depth at which you'd stare
When nothing would come in
You'd stare at the hole in the awning
And drift off with your cigarettes
Parallel to the proud display
Losing track of the days
Parallel to the proud display
Quiet nod to the great expanse
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