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Here we have the worst kind of torture technique
One for the mind, two for the soul
Three is the body buried on 4th Avenue
Kids playing ball in the street While the traffic is null
They fall, as we fall, 'cause we are all so short
Perfectious perfection is the only exception to this rule
Maybe somehow, maybe someday
But there no way we'll ever make it that far
We are so young but they tell us we'll all be dying soon
If we don't stop, we just stop, and the signs tell us what we should do
So break away
Take on take off through the atmosphere and steer
Steer through the stormy weather
Though it's clear you'll never make it on your own
Steer through the stormy weather oh it's clear and you'll make it
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2. |
Baskets in Cases [Live]
02:29
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Once upon time I was a sane man
Once upon time this was the case
Then some other time I lost my marbles
And now wonder why we all need marbles anyway
I remember when the world was flat
Everything made sense like that
Now we've gone and turned it all around
And I just can't figure out where we keep the solid ground
I recall a time I met a stranger
I asked him stranger what makes you so strange
He said son we're both strangers here
The only difference is I can grow a beard
I recall another time I met a jailer
I said jailer how do you keep your jail
He said son I keep the prisoners in shackles
But lack of sanity is enough to set them free
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3. |
Going Down? [Live]
03:29
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Welcome aboard this sinking ship
The decks fresh swabbed so don't you slip
The captain bailed out with the last life raft
I think there's poison in the air
The crew are running everywhere
Yet they assure you
It's the least of your concerns
We're going down
Oooh Oh Oooh Oh Down
Oooh Oh Oooh Oh Down
Down
Now you've been setting fires
While I've been slashing tires
No we'll never make it out alive
Yeah with bridges all around
Not a single one left un-torn down
The river water rages just beneath our feet
We're going down
Oooh Oh Oooh Oh Down
Oooh Oh Oooh Oh Down
Down
You caught yourself just out of step
And all the rights you've ever done
Have just been wrong
You never knew
You always knew
Caught yourself just out of step
And all the right you've ever done
Have just been wrong
You never knew
You always knew
We're going down
Oooh Oh Oooh Oh Down
Oooh Oh Oooh Oh Down
Down
We're going down
We're all going
No way of knowing
Going down
We're all, we're all going, down
We're going down
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2, 3, 4
It's the problem we've been looking for
Supposed to be the answer that is true
But now we've found it and we're so confused
And rightly so 'cause we don't know just what to do
No we don't know just what to do
[Chorus]
'Cause these wild stabs in the dark
Have never proved to be lethal
An educated guess might say
The opposition's three feet tall
We've been swinging towards the sky
And we're just way over it's head
After all this times been wasted
Our hope is slightly dead
[Chorus]
Didn't we ever think if we can't fix it
Maybe we weren't supposed to try
The least we could do is stop and think about it
Shed some light on these things we do
On these things we do, 2, 3, 4...
5, 6, 7, and 8
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Now I know if someone wrote a book
Put all the answers between the pages
It'd be ripped all right off the shelves
But then kept in dusty places
I think it's happened before
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Take my brain out yeah
Rinse my brain out 'cause they
They think I've got a dirty mind
The muddy kind
It seems there's dust in the filters
Hair caught up in the motors
And now I just won't work right
Won't wo-wor-wor-work right
But I don't mind
'Cause I've got a good heart
And a love for pop tarts
And peanut butter
No I don't mind
It's a beautiful day
And it's raining and pouring
And I don't mind at all
Stare at me funny
They all think I'm so funny
But not in the hahaha
Funny joke funny way
Some might say I'm a little odd
Quite a bit more than slightly off
And that I just don't work right
Won't wo-wor-wor-work right
But I don't mind
'Cause I've got a good heart
And a love for pop tarts
And peanut butter
No I don't mind
It's a beautiful day
And it's raining and pouring
And I don't mind at all
Stare at me funny
Rinse my brain out
Stare at me funny
I guess I'm a little odd
But I don't mind
'Cause I've got a good heart
And a love for pop tarts
And peanut butter
No I don't mind
It's a beautiful day
And it's raining and pouring
And I don't mind at all
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It's pretty plain to see
We sent a pretty plane to see
Just what roams pretty plains in the sea
Perhaps we should've sent a submarine
Imagine what we would've seen
We'll find truth somewhere I'm sure
I know it sounds a bit absurd
We always
Breathe the same air
We always
Pretend like we care
We always
Hide some truth in our lies
Sticks and stones and breaking bones
Your words have always harmed me
I tried to build my house of bricks
But it all came tumbling down
And it's a familiar sound
But there's truth somewhere I'm sure
I know it sounds a bit absurd
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Breathe [Live]
04:24
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Hello, where have you been friend
Long time, good to see you again
I've been lost in life
It's just too much for my mind
'Cause I'm always breathing in
You're always breathing in
Always breathing in
Always breathing in
Now breathe it out
Trials and tribulations
Stumbling stone and temptations
I cannot stand against this
As pressure build inside my chest
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Atrophy [Bonus Track!?]
02:37
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Open up the heavy blinds
See the world on the other side
Their hearts can break but still beat right
This science has been their demise
So I'll let my muscles atrophy
Sink into the deep blue see
I'll know if I mean anything
If I make it out alive
I've told you once
You've told me twice
We walk around always in disguise
The poison seeps between the seems
We know what we are but not what we mean
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My Friend [Live]
03:46
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I open up the door
Colored leaves blowing
Now scattered on the floor
I whisper through the wind
It's so nice to see You my Friend
Mhmm it's so nice to feel Your breath again
And oooh my soul
And oooh my soul
And oooh my soul
Rejoices in Your glory my Lord
After I close my weary eyes
In the morning I'm greeted
By the suns reflected light
I leave my footprints in the snow
If I find am lost I'll follow them back home
Yeah it's good to see You my Friend
It's just so good to feel You move again
My minds been searching
My hearts been burning
My souls been yearning
For Your love
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Somehow I Know [Live]
00:57
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There's a hole in my heart
I've been filling it with sand
It just gets deeper in
I just can't understand
It's like lifes a walk in the dark
Without a torch in hand
I hear empty echoes and
I just can't understand
Oh Lord be my stop
Come be my guiding hand
I'll be Your merry man
Oh I'll seek You till the end
You fill that empty void
Somehow I know where I am
My soul overflows
And I just don't understand at all
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Hear it Calling [Live]
04:27
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You swam up from the bottom
And you finally reached the top
Hope you're not disappointed
To find that you'll be pressing on
'Cause perfection isn't perfect
It's a poison for your mind
This life will pass in the blink of an eye
And you'll never get it right
Tell me now where do we find hope?
Is it written down in the depth of our souls?
Is it calling out? Calling us home
Hear it calling you
You could search for your whole life
Just to find the finest prize
But the blood that you spend
Will bleed you dry
And your bones are aching now
Every stone sends you tumbling down
You can't see it with your eyes
So use your soul
Can you see it now?
And when you're lying there
Pale face and distraught hair
White sheet won't hold you there
'Cause you're going home
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