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Michael
04:23
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Michael you just fell asleep
holding a cigarette
you've got to get back on your feet
you're making us all upset
you used to be so influential
to others so malleable
you said i can't do it myself
i'm not feeling valuable
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Michael my friend you've lost tempo again
and you know it's true
white weekday nights, Irish goodbyes
just tell me you saw them through
well Michael come in you know waitings a sin
you've no debt to pay
ten dollar words, slurring the first
but its understandable
and you'd be the first to call it at its worst
sitting you down and i know that it hurt
water is warmer than air on the first
a sucker for color, dull but beautiful
don't let me down when you're still at your worst
you let me down when you're spilling your worth
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Times and Her
02:29
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she's on a park bench
chewing on strawberries
she's got the times
tucked under her arm
and i got this dream where
i fall asleep on her couch
wake in the morning
and no one's around
i'm getting two back
on my five dollars i spent
she's getting courted
whenever she's out
and i got this dream where
she has those gatorade eyes
wake in the morning
nothing but time
and i take shots and start to stumble
into a breakdown
watching her keep turn away
you wouldn't see me if this plane went down
i'd be in the sunday paper
the same one tucked under your arm
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Herringbone
03:42
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you still writing on the weekends?
eating lobsters on the lawn
are you coming by tomorrow?
with that herringbone coat on
but she will not be coming
we've lost again my friend
an hour left 'til empty
with a favor in the end
you still laughing at your neighbors?
shucking oysters by the pool
are you coming by tomorrow?
with that guy you said I knew
but she will not be coming
we've lost again my friend
an hour left 'til empty
with a favor in the end
no she will not be coming
at least until the end
she's wrapped up in a towel
just waiting on a friend
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Saltine State
03:12
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swallowed in the woods of the northeast
in the belly of the beast
we found a place to celebrate
chased those fat rats down for quite a while
"minnesoda", "out of style"
hit the ceiling, fade away
and you were only right sometimes
swinging from french quarter chandeliers
sixteen down and one more year
and now it's time to celebrate
smashing black and ivory on the grand
shards of glass in both your hands
and plastic ashtrays in our wake
and you were always right on time
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Winter on the Island
03:13
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you sailed away
and waved goodbye to summer
they played the waltz,
you danced for too long
when spring comes I'm listening
for foghorns so low
and I'll be here waiting
buried in snow
they closed the bars,
swept up the confetti
I played the waltz
and danced all alone
when spring comes I'm listening
for foghorns so low
and I'll be here waiting
buried in snow
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The Way Ways Massachusetts
Melodies from the shores of Massachusetts.
Jesse George: Vocals,
Guitars
Donovan Edelstein:
Drums
Jack Dennison: Bass
Patrick Fahey:
Guitar, Keys
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