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Fire it up to burn me down
Start a flood without making a sound
I know I'm never around
Always busy digging tunnels underground
Set fire to the map
And feed the ashes to the wind
Locks tight
Screws loose
I'm nervous and knotted up
It's not
Just you
If your blood flowed from my chest
Would these feelings make more sense?
If we shared the same veins
Would you see it my way?
Or am I just crazy?
Set fire to the map
And feed the ashes to the wind
Locks tight
Screws loose
I'm nervous and knotted up
It's not
Just you
With the weight of the world
On your tongue
Capillary curls
Blood clot lungs
So burn the map
And feed the ashes to the wind
Locks tight
Screws loose
I'm nervous and knotted up
It's not
Just you
With the weight of the world
On your tongue
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Smokestacks
03:36
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Can you feel the breeze
Flow through the trees and down these empty streets?
No way out or in
Just half-finished roads they stopped paving long ago
Maybe it's not that bad
It feels like heaven sent us back
Maybe it's not that bad
All we have is smokestacks in the distance
A sense that no one's listening
As we stumble on and on
What I want to know
Is if twists and turns can cause a life to overflow
We're doing fine on our own
But chaotic contortions left us miserable
Maybe it's not that bad
It feels like heaven sent us back
Maybe it's not that bad
All we have is smokestacks in the distance
A sense that no one's listening
As we stumble on and on
And all we have is a lifeline to dependence
A feeling of resentment
As we stumble on and on
Until we're gone
Until we're gone
Carefree choirs will carry on
Maybe it's not that bad
It feels like heaven sent us back
Maybe it's not that bad
All we have is smokestacks in the distance
A sense that no one's listening
As we stumble on and on
And all we have is a lifeline to dependence
A feeling of resentment
As we somehow carry on
Until we're gone
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Steering Wheel
03:42
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How does it feel
To live a life surreal?
Wasted nights in borrowed automobiles
Time takes the steering wheel
We're just lights
And we all burn out
But the embers we leave behind
Don't have to hang around
Weigh us down
Tell me
Do you feel the same
With every season change?
Surrounded, colors and brand new days
But your face shows the same shade
I'm not saying you live your life wrong
Yeah, we've all got dreams
Dreams that we keep putting off
But when you're all talk it's a lonely path to walk
We're just lights
And we all burn out
But the embers we leave behind
Don't have to hang around
Weigh us down
We're just lights
(We're just lights)
And we all burn out
(We all burn out)
But the embers we leave behind
Don't have to hang around
(Don't have to weigh us down)
Weigh us down
They don't have to hang around.
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