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I hope that sugarcoat fits you well. The lengths I'd go to, to go to lengths. Routes 413 and North 1-3-0, the sign's pointed south, but I know where to go.
Last night I drove around, watching streetlights flicker out. And I swear I saw you there, standing in my rearview, the last time I left your house. The last time I left your house.
ANd right now kids are churning and turning around on rooftops, somewhere in the skylines of Manhattan. And I'm driving through this silence, and I'm crying about the troubles that I'm having. And I'm falling down.
Last night I drove around, watching streetlights flicker out. And I swear I saw you there, standing in my rearview, the last time I left your house. The last time I left your house.
I saw you there, standing in a dream. You were holding your halo, grinding your teeth. And you took back those things you said to me. You said, "I flew off into the night to find the other ghosts and take flight. To find the other ghosts and fly".
Suck some blood and shake it off, as if this made any sense to me, when she said it, that it just can't be, that it just can't be. If we ever meet again, do know I'll have things to say.
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Cold Water Flats
02:57
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Up, up, up and down. And hitting the ground. My lips pressed to the pavement as my world comes down. And I don't know what to say, cuz I thought it was OK, I feel terrible though you've been wonderful to me.
These cold water flats, they flat me out. But I'm here again and on my way downtown. So cold and blue, don't know what to do.
Passing morning glories and telling mourning stories between the dims, the dims of dust and dawn. It would take an explosion or a miracle to remove you from the pedestal I've put you on.
These cold water flats, they flat me out. But I'm here again and on my way downtown. So cold and blue, don't know what to do when I'm talking to you.
This is what I'm thinking, dear. We have so much going on in here. Please forgive me, don't be upset. We've got so many things to do that we haven't started yet.
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Make the Record
02:43
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I think it was Route 1 with his fingers and his thumb in his mouth. That's when he figured out, what it's all about. It took him long enough to, but I don't think that he's strong enough to, so he just keeps on writing words and singing songs for her.
And he holds the guitar just right for her. Sings the songs for her. They'll make the record, then she'll know. She'll put the music on but she'll be so far gone, the sticker star on his guitar will never glow.
The city was reflecting off the street like a mirror. And he made it so much clearer, just by saying "I need to..." and there was nothing left for me to do. So we just kept on driving through, looking for the next town.
And he holds the guitar just right for her. Sings the songs for her. They'll make the record, then she'll know. She'll put the music on but she'll be so far gone, the sticker star on his guitar will never glow.
Guitar!
He holds the guitar just right for her. Sings the songs for her. They'll make the record, then she'll know. She'll put the music on but she'll be so far gone, the sticker star on his guitar will never glow.
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Ten Dollars 'Til Tuesday
03:11
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That bright beam of light flies through my window every single night, you don't even know. So turn the moon off and flick the sleep switch as I board up this window cause you're never getting in.
And it's hit the lights or hit the road. You'd think that by now that we would know. This is my heart. These are my hands. Try prying them apart if you think that you can!
And it looks like I'm about to hit the turnpike. It's 4am and 8a is about to divide. Left to my own devices, the vices of the night, they clutch my collar! And they beg me to never sleep again. I can feel your ghost dance in dissonance.
This is my heart. These are my hands. Try prying them apart if you think that you can!
Ten dollars 'til Tuesday, and I'm driving down to DC. And I'm seeing Scott, too. Because he'd say I ought to, since I fought you and there's nothing left to do. But will it happen or will I stay inside again? When Dan asks me what's wrong, I'll quote some song again. When everyone's in bed, I'll be driving around again. Don't know where I'm going, but I'm not giving in!
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Six Month Song
03:55
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The lights from the lamppost reveal the slightest of shadows, and they're stealing the darkness from the windows at the corners of your room. Where a boy like me can see right through, and see all those crazy things that you do. From marking Marx texts to eating sugar cubes.
And I saw you drop your jaw agape as I was watching you asleep. I was waiting for you to wake up. So I could climb up the walls and tell you all the things. The things I see, and what they're beginning to mean to me. From marking Marx texts to eating sugar cubes.
Maybe it's crazy to say: "I've had this crush on you for six months strong and maybe that's not long enough. Or maybe that's just way too long. I know I'm probably wrong".
I'm no good at semantics or crafting romantics, but I've tried my hand in poetics, and I've been known to write a song or two for you.
Maybe it's crazy to say I've had this crush on you for six months strong. Maybe it's not long. But this six month song is for you.
I'm no good at semantics or crafting romantics, but I've tried my hand in poetics, and I've been known to write a song or two for you. And I don't think it's going to end anytime soon.
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Please Now
02:51
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I said "please now, put the gloves down, I know you're scared, but it's our fear that's been tearing us apart." Because as it stands now, we're no longer holding hands now, we're too busy holding on to the handles of our hearts.
You're making me nervous when you get like this. Yeah, you said my skin looks like snow. You're making me nervous when you turn your head from a kiss and you ask me to take you home, but there's nowhere to go.
So put the gloves down. I know you're scared, but it's your fear that's been tearing us apart. Because as it stands now, we're no longer holding hands now, we're too busy holding on to the handles of our hearts.
You're making me nervous when you get like this. Yeah, you said my skin looks like snow. You're making me nervous when you turn your head from a kiss and you ask me to take you home, but there's nowhere to go.
Meanwhile, I'd rather reconcile than walk a million miles barefoot and naked in the snow with nowhere, nowhere to go!
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She's Nightmaring Again
04:08
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Sometimes time seems short between the heres and nows, the whys and hews the y’s and vowels. And in those times I seem to not say anything. She’s thrown in her towel on me too many times before.
She’s nightmaring again. Can we make it through? She’s nightmaring again and I don’t know what to do.
Been too busy thinking and spelling words wrong. Writing off-key songs. Rancocas hums along. And I’ve been torn. And been afraid. But I can see now that the haze is gone.
She’s nightmaring again. Can we make it through? She’s nightmaring again and I don’t know what to do. Been unkempt, unfair, and untrue.
I can’t understand her. It’s not beyond my comprehension. Sometimes I move too slow. But that’s no reason to let things go.
She’s nightmaring again. Can we make it through? She’s nightmaring again and I don’t know what to do. Been unkempt, unfair, and untrue.
I can’t understand her! She says she loves me, yeah. Not always as good as I can be. Not always as good as I can…
It’s all in her eyes under Ray St. streetlights. I once told her lies. But we’re straight now.
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A Better Word Than Like
03:44
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And I tried honesty but it didn’t work, because I’m a jerk and I lied to myself first. Two years gone. And two years wrong. And all I’m left with is a punk rock song and nothing left of you.
You made me my favorite mixtape, and I made me your worst mistake. I didn’t mean to deceive you, believe me. You’re one of the true and you mean everything to me.
I was looking out for reasons to give you doubt. My head was cluttered with the past. Looking for an answer like an 80’s movie, but those scripts never do last. And I have nothing left of you.
You made me my favorite mixtape, and I made me your worst mistake. I didn’t mean to deceive you, believe me. You’re one of the true and you mean everything to me.
You’re one of the few. You mean everything to me. Seeing right through me. Knowing what I can be. You really threw me when I found you knew me. When I found you knew me...
Because I need you to get by and give me a reason to try. Because I found a better word than”like”. And as the summer sun sets down on Somerset’s sad sons, I’ll be sticking to my guns. I’ll be sticking to my guns because I may be nine months wrong, but I have your mixtape to keep me from moving on.
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sometimesixteen New Jersey
sometimesixteen was based out of New Jersey in the early 2000's.
Garrett Crouse - guitar
Ryan Cannava- guitar
Chris Donegan - drums
Mike Scher- bass
Jason Jensen - vox
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