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Forget About it Soon
06:18
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Wires beneath our feet
Songs that we should keep
Inside our memories
But we forget them in a week
At night you try to sleep
Till the sun begins to creep
Stuck to a memory
It feels like just last week
The weeks go by so fast
But the minutes go so slow
When it's cold we want the sun
Then we sweat and pray for snow
The same can then be said
About the people that we know
The memories will stay
But people come and go.
Minutes go by fast, the weeks go so slow
Some people have the time, but you know we don't.
But if we did, we'd probably waste it
Writing songs and getting wasted.
Wasted time we could've spent
On some pointless shit that we'd forget
Minutes go by fast, the weeks go so slow
Weeks go by so fast, the minutes so slow.
But now that we have come to face it
Remember all the times we wasted.
I could've wasted all of it with you.
Then we wouldn't forget about all of this so soon.
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The flag on the moon that we can't see from here
But we all watch the news, and believe what we hear
But we'll never know if what's shown on the screen
Is a lie like the books that they told us to read.
A small speck of dust when you look from afar
The same goes for us if you look from the stars
The view from above, looking down at the cars
No matter how hard they try, they'll never find ours.
But just in case, we'll stay parked.
There's no way we'll get caught.
We're just ghosts in the dark.
So when all is said and done
We won't have to run.
~
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3. |
We'll Figure it Out
02:33
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But we'll feel alive
We can't see the earth
But we still swim through the sky
And we haven't died
Not yet
You still hear the birds, right by your side.
Do you hear them? (Figure it out)
Figure it out
We'll figure it out
At some point.
Maybe not for a long time.
But we'll figure it out.
But we'll feel alive.
Do you feel alive?
Figure it out.
We'll figure it out.
(We figured it out)
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4. |
Halos Above our Eyes
04:05
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Bright clouds in a dark sky
Halos above our eyes
Rainstorms in the sunshine
And we watch in the meantime
Welcome mat on the front porch
Rub our feet and walk indoors
My halos gone and so is yours
So now we're stuck in the middle
I guess it all came to an end
All things do but we try and try again
Broken bones and wounds that you could mend
'Cause you were there, but you were not my friend.
You were there but you were not my friend.
~
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5. |
Halos Above our Eyes ii
04:05
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6. |
Lights Look like Ants
04:55
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The lights look like ants
From where we stand
In a foreign land
And you grab my hand
And say we'll make a plan
Because we understand
The ants will all die.
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7. |
Born With You Again
05:21
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But we'll feel alive
When we can't see the earth
As we swim through the sky
And we'll know when this occurs
That we haven't died
And the sounds will float like birds
Right by your side
And every sound you ever heard
Came out to sound like mine
But if the songs were made from words
And we're all made from dirt
Then who wrote it first?
Broken bones and wounds that you could mend
'Cause you were there, but you were not my friend
All the wasted time we could've spent
Now we're stuck inside a song that never ends.
Bright clouds in a dark sky
Rainstorms in the sunshine
We watch in the meantime
Bounce back and we'll rewind
Bounce back and we'll rewind.
Bright clouds in a dark sky
Rainstorms in the sunshine
We watch in the meantime
Bounce back and we'll rewind
Broken bones and wounds that you could mend
'Cause you were there, but you were not my friend
All the wasted time we could've spent
But it was worth it to be born with you again.
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8. |
We Wrote it First
06:48
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There's something in the way things looked when we arrived
Something in the way we looked into their eyes
and found something we never thought would appear
Voices rang so loud, the sounds they echoed for years
They stayed with us forever
Nothing sounded better than this
Used to complain about the weather
But now to us it really just don't exist
Cuz we stay inside and wonder why
the world outside's so fucked
And every single chord we play
has already been struck
Every little metaphor was already thought up
This song's already been sung
So let's make a new one
a sound that no one's ever heard
And when we try to sing along
we'll never remember the words
But atleast we'll always know
We wrote it first
So we'll write another verse
And we'll lose all of the words
Forget it all till the next day comes
And we meet up to rehearse
The song may seem a blur
But we recite it word for word
Relax and quench our thirst
Cuz we wrote it first
~There's something in the way~
There's something in the way of us and what we remember
Our feelings last forever we just can't put them into words
But if we could, we'd write a million songs about
All the shit we talk about and all the words we can't spit out
But a million other people said it first
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9. |
So We Won't Forget
05:07
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Destiny says
It's off with our heads
We're playing Russian Roulette
But the bullets are left
In the chamber of death
Arranged in our steps
So we won't forget
The memories yet
We can let go instead
We can walk off the edge
As we fall to our death
And take our last breath
One foot, then the next
The right, then the left.
You'll find them buried in the sand
With all the things I said I really am
'Cause then we'd be lost
In all the talks of our forgotten thoughts
If it were up to them
You'd be my Wendy, and I'd be your Peter Pan
But when we met
We knew that heaven was close, 'cause we felt it then.
As we took our last breath.
~
Destiny says
It's off with our heads
We're playing Russian Roulette
With the bullets I kept
Right where you rest
So you won't forget
To sleep in my bed.
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