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Don't stop bringing me
Don't stop bringing me down
Don't stop bringing me
Don't stop bringing me down
You don't know my name
That's okay, I didn't expect you to
You don't remember me
That's okay, I didn't expect you to
Why, why, why me?
Why, why, why me?
Don't stop bringing me
Don't stop bringing me down
Don't stop bringing me
Don't stop bringing me down
You just won't see me
That's okay, I didn't expect you to
You just can't love me
That's okay, how could you?
God, why, why, why me?
Why, why, why me?
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What Have I Forgotten?
05:24
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Thinking
In a manner of speaking
Is a way of remembering
To not think at all
You look
In these days, I'm not certain
This vague sense is unnerving
What have I forgotten?
Now, every now and then
I try to go and cause a scene with all of my friends
Now and then I find myself without a scene at all
If I can recall
I should be feeling down and missing every moment we shared
I hate to say but babe, I've tried and there's no memories there
Faces
So familiar and foreign
Meeting eyes and then falling
In love or away
Lucid
Like a dream to wake up from
If I think of you often
Why have I forgotten?
Open your eyes to find
The dream you had will fade until there's nothing at all
Missing every thing I never again will recall
Now, every now and then
I try to go and cause a scene with all of my friends
At least I remember the ones I know will help me through it all
If I knew much of them
I probably wouldn't have to think much more of myself
Now and then I know the things important to recall
There's a long of cars
That have gone way too far
To end up right back where they came from
Miles and miles are all it takes to know when you are home
Now, every now and then
I try to go and cause a scene with all of my friends
I couldn't even think of anything that could go wrong
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Tell Me I'm Wrong
05:00
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I sleep every night on the same couch
With the lights on my eyes
And the walls like a mirror
And if I had the time written on my arm
I would say "what a day, " as I think everything over
Do you think of me like I think of you?
And let's say that you did
Then I don't know if i do, too
If my guess is right, I know I'll do nothing
What could you say to a man with nothing going on?
But I think I can work this out from home
We look better separate than alone
No one ever told me I'd end up waiting
For you to tell me that I am wrong
You should change if my views are your own
Oh no
And tell me
Are you up and at it?
Are you happy if you've had it?
Are you thinking of the spaces
Only found in hearts and attics?
Tell me are you up and at it?
Are you chomping at the last bit?
Are you wondering if anything
Is still this automatic?
I live everyday in this tin house
With its walls like a can
And suspended by a string
And on the other line is a mirage
Of a world made of cars and the brake pads that are singing
So could you drop a line any old time?
In this cylinder, her nerves work fine
I'm leaned up against the wall
I'm swallowed by the mirror
A fool would think it would make anything clearer
But I think I can work this out from home, oh no
We look better separate than alone, oh no
No one ever told me I'd end up waiting
For you to tell me that I am wrong
You should change if my views are your own
Oh no
And tell me
Are you up and at it?
Are you happy if you've had it?
Are you thinking of the spaces
Only found in hearts and attics?
Tell me are you up and at it?
Are you chomping at the last bit?
Are you wondering if anything
Is still this automatic?
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Hilton
03:54
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Foreign as a hotel room
The ceiling, from a point of view
Had never looked so strange
From waking up and still the same
As real as it could seem
To see my baby in a dream
A creation of my own
I am, alone, waiting
For you
Ordinary images
With scenery quite clear, my dear
It's just the other day
I thought you disappeared
But I am still waiting
All of these years
I am still waiting
I am, alone, waiting
For you
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I know the words you could see on your phone
You know the words you could never be without
If only you didn't, we might share the feeling
I know I'm borrowing recycled lines
You know I might be around
To make some sounds you know of
And I could always be exactly what you want
We're different enough
You know that I could come to mind
And I might just say
Exactly say what you want
I've given enough, oh no
I could find the time
And you could find exactly what you want
The things that I hear every time
Tonight, could be the first night I don't regret
Or look at until you've taken the picture
And now, it changes with every line
You seem a little too rushed to ask for much
I'd like you to never me know
Exactly what you want
We're different enough
You know that I could come to mind
And I might just say
Exactly say what you want
I've given enough, oh no
I could find the time
And you could find exactly what you want
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I see what's lit by my screen
Handful of high-beams
Chasing off my dreams in the morning
Oh, you can see the sun rising
With streetlamps enticing
The strangers are frightening in the morning
You could not catch me sleeping
The parades I am thinking
Circadian creeping at six AM
There is plenty of progress
To catch while you don't rest
After this TV show
You're lucid to me
You're lucid to me
You're lucid to me
You're lucid to me
I need to dream
And hate to think
I really only have to catch a wink
My eyes, glossy and dry
I woke up around five
Do it again in the morning
Veggies look good on paper
I'm one to savor
There's one in the house in the morning
You could not catch me sleeping
The parades I am thinking
Circadian creeping at six AM
There is plenty of progress
To catch while you don't rest
After this TV show
You're lucid to me
You're lucid to me
You're lucid to me
You're lucid to me
I need to dream
And hate to think
I really only have to catch a wink
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The Stone Lows Rochester, New York
Hailing from Rochester, New York, The Stone Lows are comprised of singer/guitarist Liam James Welch, bassist Henry O’Brien, guitarist Edward McAndrew, and Alexander Klick on drums. At a glance, The Stone Lows are a band that seem to relish the idea of never creating the same music twice, but with a closer look, they chase the sounds they enjoy, from pop to prog rock to neo-psychedelia ... more
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