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i rip open the tea bag and read
and i've been talkin a lot of talk
i think the leaves are telling me
that i've been hiding a lot a lot
oh i could drive all day and all night
looking for something i'll never find
oh i could cry all day and all night
wishing you were here by my side
yr doing yr thing and i'm doing mine
i'm doing my thing and yr doing yrs
you've got something going for you
and i've got something going for me
and i'll call you on the phone just to ask you how yr feeling
you've been asking me how i've been
and i just lie and say that i'm fine
you've been asking me how i've been
and this time i'm not gonna lie
you can tell me anything you'd like
and i'll talk with you all night, alright
oh i could drive all day and all night
looking for something i'll never find
oh i could cry all day and all night
wishing you were here by my side
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Pluto: interlude i
02:12
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Bug Bug
01:05
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i used to play with tiny red bugs
they lived in the planter next to my garage
now i tell all the bugs to go away
as if they're interfering with my personal space
i remember when they used to call me bug
bees and ants and caterpillars and butterflies too
they were all good friends of mine and they
could be a friend to you
sometimes i think about the past
and if bugs were way bigger than us
and maybe that's why we're so scared of them
because it's something in our veins, in our blood
i remember when they used to call me bug
i remember when they used to call me bug
i remember when we used to kiss and hug
i remember when they used to call me bug
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Dreams (Just Dreams)
05:10
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there's a place i'd like to go
and i don't know how to find it
and the people that i know already have their plans decided
when i'm thinking of the future i'm only thinking of the past
when i sit at my computer time seems to move to fast
and my dreams are just dreams that i dreamt because of where i am
and it seems my justifications of who i think i am
are just schemes that i plead for everyone to just believe
and if i seem so extreme thats just the way i am
my dreams are just dreams that i dreamy because of where i am
and my dreams are just indications of who i think i am
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Muta: interlude ii
01:07
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Tell Me if U Feel it
02:16
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there's a place i dreamed of once
the air was sepia toned and thick
and there was something about it
that made me wonder
was i dreaming
was the moss missing me
were the branches stretching up
and reaching for me
theres a place i dreamed of once
where the clouds kissed me goodnight
and the motels seemed to have some good hauntings
the yellow street signs brought me back down
and through every cloud i saw another giant
smiling down at me and you
smiling down at me and you
tell me if you feel it
tell me if yr feeling it
the mountains are either tall enough to kiss the clouds
are low enough to hold the earth
closer and closer
the man in the seat next to me is researching d&d
i'm wondering if he knows i'm a rogue and i'm on the run again
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The Jets: interlude iii
00:46
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Moon Prayer
01:27
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ill look up ill look up to a moon
and ill ask how shes feeling
and ill ask for something good
and something real
lets go away for awhile
look up at the moon and smile
lets go away for awhile
id walk a million miles
just to see you
take me with you
to the places youve always wanted to see
i want to see them
i want to understand
my sweet honey
i wont take what i cant give you
i wont ask for too much
i just want my hand in yours
i want to feel your touch
is there something you’re forgetting
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Pink and Gold
01:43
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will you give me this dance my love
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Futon: interlude iv
01:03
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It Might Bring Light
04:28
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There's an old drunk in a junk store
with a small boat and he's looking
for something he hasn't seen before
and he wants you to help him
in his searching for something quite peculiar
and when he finds it you'll know for sure
and i sleep with open eyes waiting for disruption
to kick up my sediment, to harvest me
it's no one's fault but my own the coming year will likely
bring light, it might
i sleep with open eyes
i'm waiting all my life
it's really no one's fault
i'm going nowhere
and when you find me sitting quietly
in a beach town for the first time
feeling something i haven't felt before
i want you to turn back
take yourself home and make a pot of tea
and remember how i was sitting patiently
seemingly waiting forever for something
quite familiar
i'm sitting by myself waiting for disruption
to kick up my sediment, to harvest me
it's no one's fault but my own
the coming year will likely
bring light, it might
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Freckles: Conclusion
02:41
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solving puzzles
between your freckles
searching for the stars
again
sentimental
shirley temple
searching for the stars
for something of a sign
again
sing me your sweetest song
i’ll learn the words and sing along
and then we’ll dance and sleep
waiting to be found
sing me your sweetest song
i’ll learn the words and sing along again
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