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States
02:19
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Repeat these days, before they expire and come to an end
I'd do it all the same, even though there's things I know I can't repent
They say there's a market for growing old
Where ideals are lost, youth laid to rest, dreams get bought and sold
Repeat these Days
Across These States
Repeat these days
Is there anything alive left in this place?
Trace back the footprints of the lonely decisions that you have made
We exist in a place that time forgot
Recapitulate missed chances, the false advances, the risks and the longshots
Repeat These Days
Repeat These Days
Across these states
The clock keeps on tickin' and my feet are sinkin'
Is there anything alive left in this place?
Just an endless succession of chainworkers, digging for shallow graves
We arrived right after the death of the American dream
Where everything is dull, nothing shines, and nothing ever gleams
The clock keeps on ticking and my feet are sinkin
Repeat These Days
Repeat These Days
Repeat These Days
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Tunbridge
03:27
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And I'm Still running
I'm still escaping
From things tucked away in the back of my head
I'm digging through things that have long been dead
Things have a way of returning
Things have a way of coming back to you
I'm glued to old photographs
Reliving through artifacts
And we sit and strum too
Our homesick lullabies
I feel so far removed from this place
So let's light a match and watch it go up in flames
Clear through the charred remains of yesterday
Up from the darkness and shame
And let the bridges I burn, light my way
I keep hoarding onto everything I've ever had
Can't we just sit and watch it burn?
I'm a fan of quick goodbyes
I'm running to anywhere, but here
Anywhere, Anywhere but here
What if we could take one piece, of each and every moment?
And we sit and strum to end of world lullabies
Do you think this place would be missed, if it was obliterated?
I keep hoarding onto old photos and artifacts
Do you think that they would be missed if they were incinerated?
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Destination Desolation
03:08
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Let the skipping record play
Through endless nights and repeated days
The world holds no pity, no sorrow, no sympathy
Let the skipping record play
Empty roads, deserted interstates
Our maps and atlases are leading us to nowhere
Destination Desolation
I've never felt more fucked than this
Nothing round' here but cornfields and graveyards
All the churches plastered with crosses
I could write the book on accepting losses
Just another white flag signal call of distress
Let the skipping record play
And be sure to keep us away
Be careful, cause we're soon approaching the edge of the city
Desolation Isolation
Caught in a crosswind of fate and luck
In a place of no departure and no return
Could it be impossible to investigate the plausible?
This was a milemarker and we were passing through
Passing through
So we go down the road where all journeys come to an end
To a place where we have to fend for ourselves
The bow is breaking and I'm not gonna keep on claiming that I can save it
This is the most alive I've ever been
These maps and atlases are leading us to nowhere
In a place of no departure and no return
We're walking down empty streets with no street signs to lead us home
This is a milemarker and were passing through
We're Coming
Right On Through
We're Soldiering
Right On Through
I'm Passing
Right On Through
So we go down the road where all journeys come to and end
Bottom feeding, and having to fend for ourselves
They say there's no hope
There's no hope for the midwest
So how can there be any hope left for us?
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Sirens
01:57
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Stay on track and don't stray too far or you'll be the one to burn
Keep your feet on the path kid or you'll be the one to burn
Pushed into a corner, got my back against the wall
I kept this place maintained and standing, but I knew it'd erode and fall
It's better to know that everything you love will eventually go away
It's hard to watch the things you love, rot and decay
Stay on track and don't stray too far or you'll be the one to burn
Keep your eyes on the prize kid or you'll be the one to burn
Don't Stray
It's a shame when your chances become missed opportunities
It's a shame when your dreams become unplayed symphonies
Stay on track and don't stray too far or you'll be the one to burn
Keep your feet on the path kid or you'll be the one to burn
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Can you look back to your earliest moments?
I look back on mine with lament
I try to embrace the images I can't erase
Cause they always lead me back to this place
It's daunting like the first time you witnessed adult morbid curiosity
With denial and doubt, you block it out
Infantile amnesia
Pennsylvania is a black hole
That I carry with me wherever I go
It's etched it's scars, deep into my skin
Small towns have so many dark secrets
And the silence is hautning
It covers up the crimes that they commit
It always leads me back to this place
Pennsylvania is a black hole
A burden that's with me wherever I go
It's fifteen years and I still feel it
There ain't no cure for the Chester County blues
Been fifteen years that I could feel it
Can I ever move on from you?
This is a pleading for a home to return too
A return only on canvas and on string
And on the streets beneath the world
And only in dreams
It's fifteen years and I still feel it
There ain't no cure for the Chester County blues
Been fifteen years that I could feel it
Can I ever return to you?
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