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Springtime
02:52
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I show up right on time at the same time every day
I show up right on time at the same time every day
Just hoping for once it won't be late
But every day I have to wait
Oftentimes these nights don't have a single thing for me
And the mornings only make me dizzy
It's obvious the sky won't have us all staying dry
It's obvious the sky won't have us staying dry
So run for cover
This isn't any cloud you'd want to be caught under
Oftentimes these nights don't have a single thing for me
And the mornings only make me dizzy
But I try to catch that little bit of daylight on my fingertip
I try to catch that little bit of daylight on my fingertip
I try to catch that little bit of daylight on my fingertip
When it's the closest that it gets, I close my eyes and make a wish
I try to catch that little bit of daylight on my fingertip
I try to catch that little bit of daylight on my fingertip
I try to catch that little bit of daylight on my fingertip
In the middle of my shift, I look outside and savor it
Oftentimes these nights don't have a single thing for me
And the mornings only make me dizzy
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Easy For A Reason
02:43
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I'm a mess, I'm a wreck
I'm so sick, I'm on broken legs
You should be here with me
Watching out for security
I'm not remembering to take my pills or tie my shoes
Pay my bills or chew my food
I lost it
I lost it
I lost it
Running off, running off
I don't know how to make you stop
You left me with nothing of mine
Moving on to other crimes
You're the culprit
I just do the time, time, time
Taking steps is so much more than leaving
And going home is fending off the freezing
Certain days are easy for a reason
Easy days are easy for a reason
But only if you've got those seeing hands
The looking back, the making plans, control
Control
So talk to me, I can't be all alone
Wandering the streets, dropping quarters in the payphones, oh
Control
I lost it
Control
I lost it
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Mad
03:48
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There was something, just a step or two away, away
With my eyes peeled, I'm not looking anyplace, place
Just a whisper, now I'm sure I'm not alone, alone
Moving faster, I'm just trying to get home, home
I don't think I need to start running yet
It drives me mad
It drives me mad
It drives me mad
Who belongs to those faint little movements?
I don't know and I don't want to see
I won't give myself away so obviously
I won't, no I won't
You're gonna have to work for it, work for it
It drives me mad
It drives me mad
It drives me mad
Mad
Mad
I don't think I need to start running yet
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Illusionists
02:46
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Illusionists make their living every day in tubs of water
Get the heart rate slow
Let the next one go
And the next one
Then the next one
You might be outside, but you're taking a bath in it
The escape artist trains with locks and keys
Half the job is waiting, half is speed
Upside down in chains
Peril is my middle name
I'll get out, I'll get out
You think it's all been rigged
There aren't real risks
You think it's all been staged
You don't know what's at stake
Magic isn't magic on a Monday morning, Monday morning, Monday morning
Magic isn't magic on a Monday morning, Monday morning, Monday morning
Monday morning
Monday morning
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Textbook Kid
03:55
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He's a numbers man with the cleanest hands
As long as it adds up, he understands
But he's a textbook kid, jumping off of the bridge
If it doesn't do what he thought it did
Well he's a numbers man, but he doesn't have a plan
When it jumps off in the streets
He's a textbook kid, through his flinching eyelids
He's watching out for the flashes and beeps
She makes him write her name all over
Walls and signs on every corner
She likes to see it there all around
The ice cube where she lives
He's going out in a hooded sweatshirt
Making those emphatic gestures
She likes to know what he's doing at night
It helps her get to sleep
Evidence, evidence
Lettering in the brightest reds
Hiding and trying not to get caught
Almost every night
She walks out with expectations
Trees initialed, hearts in pavement
If they don't have words for her
Then that's cause for concern
Everyone's trying really hard
Everyone's trying really hard
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