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When I was just a boy
Was searching to destroy
A must to avoid
It broke my heart to do
And poured out pink and blue
The rumors were true
But I wanna go back, don’t you?
This state ain’t where I’m meant to be
Don’t take it out on me
And someday I suppose
You shed your summer clothes
Right under their nose
Like stepping on a crack
To break your mama’s back
You paint it all black
But I want a fresh stab, don’t you?
This state ain’t where I’m meant to be
Don’t take it out on me
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I wanna go down to the deep end
And get back what’s gone round
And you’ve been keeping
Down the aisles and between the rows
I wanna go down
I needed someone in that shade of blue
And you had your cap gun taken away from you
Why must you keep the lights so low
I wanna slow down
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3. |
Heart's Got a Hole
01:43
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You never know
The thought could bring you back below
You never see
The seed that this could be
But we’ll get through
My heart’s got a hole, my heart’s got a hole
And it’s true what you knew
My heart’s gotta grow, heart’s gotta know what it knew
We rode along
We put our favorite faces on
We ride away
But we’ll get back someday
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Karate and Explosions
02:53
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When the season starts to swell
We’ll seal the locks and ring the bell for you
To come through
Oh, get up
I can’t guess what will break in two
Oh this won’t do
No, this won’t do
I’ve had seconds I can’t shake
Where I can swear I’m still awake
And time stands by
Your only son’s accordion won’t stay in tune
It leaves so soon
It leaves so soon
Cause this only goes one way
This only goes one way
You’re having a bad day
A bad day
We can now say it’s been years
The time has come to reappear
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I'm Telling
03:15
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Placed in past tense
Is there a difference
Do you know
Cause there’s a vacuum
Goes out your bedroom
Window
The heat might trail you
Your feet might fail you
In the snow
Placed in past tense
It makes no difference
Don’t you know
I can’t just ask you
The words just pass through
Like a ghost
But now, it’s swelling
And I’m afraid I’m telling
On you
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6. |
Tangelo
01:52
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Little children know they can’t complain
‘Cause the medicine we took’s the same
We just never knew the doctor’s name
No we never knew the doctor’s name
And all the bigger kids are taking leave
Little children cutting off their sleeves
We just never knew which way to go
Had to stay and sell these tangelos
Is there any way we’re connected?
So we could be reelected?
Some new perspective
Be reelected
Don’t the let babies take you from your home
Crying in the lobby on the phone
We just never knew which way to go
So won’t you come and meet me, Angelo?
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Circling the party when we meet
If I should be so shy
Just pivoting and looking at my feet
I never get that high
I keep hands out of pockets on the street
I’m bracing for a fall
I promised I would call if I am on my way
Listen while I entertain the guests
If I should call your name
I wanna put the silverware to rest
But I won’t be ashamed
Before I call the captain to confess
It’s getting to the wire
Am I properly attired?
If I can get back upstairs and find you fast asleep
After I stack up the chairs and stumble down the street
And if it’s too late for you, it’ll be all right
After I split back in two, it’ll be the sight of morning
Forcing me to open up my eyes
So take a name if anyone should call
Cause I’m going back to sleep
Where minutemen don’t have to be so tall
And promises will keep
But let me know before I hit the wall
Send it through the wire
Am I properly inspired?
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I never liked a party I threw myself
You have to think of the tardy, think of your health
But you never say you’re sorry
You never say you’re sorry
Could it be I’m still hungry?
But I know my range
The light of the sun just stung me
And it feels so strange
But it’s not about the money
It’s not about the money
So take a statement from the scene
Cause the world just sent a shiver through me
Never to return again
I think I need some medicine
That only makes me angry, but I blame myself
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In the city, in the summer, on a Sunday
When the streets are good and empty, looking both ways
I think of what I’ll say to you
When you’re across from me
I’ve been thinking about the reason I’ve been skimming
Through a season, through a sentence, through my winnings
I don’t know how to keep
A stream of hopes and dreams afloat
But I’m trying to remember all the feelings
From the first scrape to the last scab I’ve been peeling
And if I fall, I hope I come down slow
I’ve waited all these years, I hope you know
I can’t promise I’ll be paying good attention
But I’ll be honest, I’ll be honored, you’ll be mentioned
I think I’m who you don’t know you’ve been waiting for
And if it’s true, I won’t forget, I can’t ignore
I won’t
I’ve been trying to remember
I’ve been trying to remember
I’ll be honest
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10. |
I'll Be...
03:17
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You’ve got a shot
You’re taking the lot
You just don’t want it end
But we’ve got time to spend
We’ve got the facts
So why can’t you relax
You don’t like it, you keep it at bay
Think I’d rather stay
Rather stay inside
And I don’t why
Who will hold their hands tonight?
The brightest bulbs are turning white
Between their palms and steady thumbs
Below the calm of stadiums
The people with their heads above
The only thing you’re thinking of
It’s not enough
You’ve got shots
You hit the same spots
He swears that you’ve wrapped it to tight
But he’s been up all night
Wringing his hands while you strike up the band
He don’t like it, don’t want it that way
Think I’d rather play
Rather play inside
And it makes me cry
Tap your feet and shake your heads
Will someone put us back to bed
We’re going through our past careers
Our quiet phases, favorite fears
And bringing forth someone so fair
I’d like to push them down the stars
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The tables are gone at long last
The line through the door moves too fast
And I wanna be where you’ll go
Your buddies can’t see what you know
You know
He’s begging you for a day off
But the lines in the floor seem too soft
And I wanna go where you’ll be
But nobody knows what I see
The little sparks in the air
That trickle down and singe your hair
And they move so fast
They whistle past your ear and to the ground
We’re winding down
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12. |
Barricades
02:34
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When we were young, we made an awful trade
We lost our bearings by the barricades
But we’re on our way
We’re on our way
I rolled back over so someone might see
A year’s reflection bouncing back off me
But I’m on my knees
I’m on my knees
Cause I still shake when there’s a hand placed on my shoulder
And I don’t feel that much older anymore
The souvenirs, the company you keep
Taking the orders they just read and weep
Right back to sleep
Right back to sleep
But should I wake, and morning’s breaking more than ever
I would feel so much better than before
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13. |
Pocari Sweat
01:46
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Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Your mother’s awake, father’s starting to shake
If you don’t
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
The show’s about to start, pull your fingers apart
Stop the press, hold the phone
Really, we should have known
All the cracks in the street
All the bones in my feet are in my way
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Get up
Your mother’s awake, father’s starting to shake
If you don’t
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
The show’s about to start, keep your hands on your cart
Stop the press, hold the phone
I could sink like a stone
When it all takes control
In my heart, in my soul
You’re in my way
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14. |
Old Times
02:30
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I was staring down the season
With every intention to go back home
With the wind at your back
It can feel just like old times
Don’t know why, but I kept walking
It might be better to be alone
As the weeks turn to months
Turn to years, turn to old times
Old times
Legends in our own minds
That don’t go away on their own
Was I right, or was I rushing?
Called into question, my cover’s blown
Creeping fears, racing thoughts
Souvenirs lost to old times
OId times
Legends in our own minds
But I’m still afraid
Of the old times, old times
Think I’m falling behind
But i’ll be okay
On my own
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The Privates Nashville, Tennessee
“No band has ever sounded quite like The Privates.”
2003-2010
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