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Attention
03:02
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Boughs bend where the sun is shining
I am the same way
Find me green beneath the limelight
taking the strangest shapes
I have carved my name on every stage where my idols stepped
I have known the pain of waiting for my moment
So I won't apologize
I won't apologize
For wanting your eyes on me
Your attention, please
Tough crowd or a sea of roses
I still stare back
I am no reclining Venus
I want to interact
And for every guy who thought I'd die without his bland suggestion
To be less or more or something for his dubious affection
Well, I won't apologize
I won't apologize
for chewing the scenery
Your attention, please
Your attention, please
I won't beg for it
I was made for it
Your attention, please
I can give it as good as I can get it
Most nights I take my seat
In the dark
But, shade is not the killer of dreams
There is life between the vision and me
Spots of sun caught beneath my lashes
Still, I'd be lying if I didn't concede
How good it feels when you're here with me
So, I won't apologize
I won't apologize
For wanting you to see
This tree for the forest
One small voice for the chorus
No more being modest
I'll tell you what I need
Your attention, please
Your attention, please
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Soundtrack
04:05
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You played a song for me
It always seems like things were simple back then
You took your headphones off
And wrapped them ‘round my ears
New voice was sayin’
“I love you, darlin’”
It seemed like your own lips were moving
And I believed them
Lies made honest by good music
I let you build the soundtrack
I wish I hadn’t done that
You claimed and gave those tunes with a reckless abandon
Now even when they’re droning low in some department store
You’re there insisting the songs are yours
Caught in the grocery line
Bottle of wine pressed against my chest
The faintest melody floating over head
Takes me to August
When we weren’t speaking
Through your closed door I could hear Mt Eerie
He said what you needed
That you were leaving
I let you build the soundtrack
I wish I hadn’t done that
You claimed and gave those tunes with a reckless abandon
Now even when they’re droning low in some department store
You’re there insisting the songs are yours
With your box of compact discs
You drove off to our greatest hits
Pedaling that playlist to some other fool
And I still know all the words
I don’t recite them cause it hurts
It still hurts
I let you build the soundtrack
I wish I hadn’t done that
You claimed and gave those tunes with a reckless, a reckless abandon
Now even when they’re droning low in some department store
You’re there insisting the songs are yours
Yours
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Vacation
02:26
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Went on vacation
Never came back
I took your suitcase
Old duffle bag
And do you even miss me?
Do you even miss me?
Everything is new here, but it’s somehow dreary
I sent you a postcard with no return address.
I haven’t heard back yet.
You were my ticket
Out of this mess
We looked so happy
How could I have left?
Well, baby I was certain
Grass would be more verdant
If I peeled the curtain and I left the country
Now I think about you as I lay on the beach
I like you just out of reach.
Went on vacation
Never came back
But everywhere I visit
Some of you is in it
Isn’t it a pity that you’re stuck home waiting
for something to be different
Well, darling you can’t change me
Just the scenery
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Just Deserts
02:18
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You might
Just like
Me for me
But I doubt it
You say
You’ll make
Me big for free
Know the “High-Ups”
So my tongue is tied up
There’s always something that you take
An ounce of confidence, a year-long wait
A lot of patience spent in vain
Hoping it won’t end the same way
Again and again
I don’t wanna give you anything else
I don’t wanna give you anything else
I don’t wanna give you anything else
Just what you deserve
Late text
All sex
What did I expect?
Just hoped for the best, I guess
It’s cruel
How you
Used the thing I love against me
Man, that’s how they get me
There’s always something that you take
An ounce of confidence, a year-long wait
A lot of patience spent in vain
Hoping it won’t end the same way
Again and again
I don’t wanna give you anything else
I don’t wanna give you anything else
I don’t wanna give you anything else
Just what you deserve
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5. |
Distance
03:25
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Astronauts with starry eyes never really land -
Head above the clouds, always looking down on that blue ghost town below.
Still counting to zero,
what good's a ten year plan when you hate how it ends?
You're floating again.
I know that it's hard to hear way up in the stratosphere,
but I want to make one thing clear: I'm not waiting for you on the ground.
I can be weightless too, a fool in a silver suit lassoed to your left shoe.
I refuse your distance.
I don't mind you taking time, taking time and space, long as you don't spread your legs, leave no room.
Not the only traveller who's spiraling away from earth lost for easy answers.
I know that it's hard to hear way up in the stratosphere,
but I want to make one thing clear: I'm not waiting for you on the ground.
I can be weightless too, a fool in a silver suit lassoed to your left shoe.
I refuse your distance.
I'm not the one to pull you home.
Anchor on your radio.
But you'll never be alone in not knowing where you're going.
I know that it's hard to hear way up in the stratosphere,
but I want to make one thing clear...
I can be weightless too, a fool in a silver suit lassoed to your left shoe.
I refuse
I refuse
I refuse your distance.
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Mountainess Los Angeles, California
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The earth shifted,
Bubbled,
and out she sprang:
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