| Lyrics | Song Title |
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| '..but you said your vows and you closed the door on so many men who would have loved you more.' | |
| 'This is fact not fiction for the first time in years.' | |
| 'Oh, instincts are misleading, you shouldn't think what you're feeling.' | |
| 'Then looking upwards, I strain my eyes and try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites...' | |
| 'I remember when the days were long and the nights when the living room was on the lawn.' | |
| 'You're so cute when you're slurring your speech, but they're closing the bar and they want us to leave.' | |
| 'Sometimes I think this cycle never ends, we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again.' | |
| 'I want to know my fate if I keep up this way, it's hard to want to stay awake.' | |
| 'You may tire of me as our December sun is setting, 'cause I'm not who I used to be...' | |
| '...that love is watching someone die. So who's gonna watch you die?' | |
| 'So everybody put your best suit or dress on, let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once.' | |
| 'The glove compartment is inaccurately named, and everybody knows it...' | |
| 'The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row, it seems farther than ever before.' | |
| '...when every Thursday, I'd brave those mountain passes and you'd skip your early classes, and we'd learn how our bodies worked.' | |
| | Lyrics | Song Title |
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| 'And all you see is where else you could be when you're at home.' | |
| 'I have to face the truth, that no one could ever look at me like you do, like I'm something worth holding onto.' | |
| 'I'll sit in wonder of every love that could've been, if I'd only thought of something charming to say.' | |
| 'There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes, I threw them to sea, but a gust blew them backwards...' | |
| 'And the news reports on the radio said it was getting worse, as the ocean air fanned the flames...' | |
| 'Brooklyn will fill in the beach eventually, and everyone will go except me.' | |
| 'Alone on a train, aimless in wander, an outdated map crumpled in my pocket, but I didn't care where I was going...' | |
| '...and oh so empty were the faces of the dealers and the waitresses around.' | |
| 'His head was a city of paper buildings, and the echoes that remained...' | |
| This won't be the last you'll hear from me: it's just the start, I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me...' | |
| 'Sorrow drips into your hear through a pinhole, just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound...' | |
| 'No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white, just our hands clasped so tight...' | |
| 'I do believe it's true that there are roads left in both of our shoes, and if the silence takes you, then I hope it takes me, too.' | |
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