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Empty
00:31
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Salt of the Earth
04:56
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Nothings permanent this time
And everything temporary fades
A kite on a string can't learn to fly
Tethered plans just seem to fade
Currents rise and pull the tide
The East Wind finds it's time to shine
Driftwood crumbles over time
The shore was meant for you to stay dry
"Never Perfect" - we tell ourselves
Loosen the grip - and let it sink in
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Broken Photobooths
03:03
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I know we haven't walked so far
And this road we take is smooth
There are some things we have to figure out
Before we can choose
I'll take my time
If you take your time with me
I'll take my time with you
And see where this leads to
I've never been that good at this
So I'll mumble through these words
The Black & Blue, a first kiss
Was sufficient for the year
I'll take my time
If you take your time with me
I'll take my time with you
And see where this leads to
I know that it's so hard to think about fools rushing in
But history repeats itself and that might be my greatest sin
I'll take my time
If you take your time with me
I'll take my time with you
And see where this leads to
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Timezones
05:12
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Theres a tear in the fabric that I thought was keeping me warm
I tug and pull and I shiver and cling to the light.
And try as I might I can't seem to cover these goosebumps and wake without warning tonight
And I can't feel anything
Please don't steal this from me
I can't feel anything
Daylight is breaking - this respite isn't half won.
Reaching for the water; something to ease my breath.
Blurred visions of dreams. Your face and a room and a chair and a warning that nothing is left.
And I can't feel anything
Please don't steal this from me
I can't feel anything
And I know that time can pass without us taking note
But my lines are filling up and I can't even read what I wrote
And I can't feel anything
Please don't steal this from me
I can't feel anything
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Alexander Supertramp
02:38
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Flash flood, a leather tramp at heart
Quote the passages of rites, hiding in the plainest of sights
A journey is my home, Life is lived least when alone
Lesson learned from the ending road
You can't teach me anything
My heart won't believe a thing
Walk into the wild, not a dollar for a name
Trade it all in one by one
Not a citizen, debts forgiven and retrieved
Wipe it away, one by one
Happiness is only real when shared
Happiness is only real when shared
You can't teach me anything
My heart won't believe a thing
Walk into the wild, not a dollar for a name
Trade it all in one by one
Not a citizen, debts forgiven and retrieved
Wipe it away, one by one
What if I were smiling, running into your arms?
Would you see then what I see now?
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Iron Lungs
02:59
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One two punch and now I'm out of touch
Of where history said that we'd be
And I know this time it might not last forever so let's take it nice and slow and show the way we feel hollow
Leave it alone
Just let it go
And say it like you mean it
Whoa we're singing the last words you were saying down the empty road we chose to go
Whoa we're singing the last words you saying, I'm the fool that chose to take the traveled road
Knock down drag out one more time for this
And I see the gaslight flickering to say "breath deep"
These fumes we're running on are fading and I think it's time to let it go before we all implode
Whoa we're singing the last words you were saying down the empty road we chose to go
Whoa we're singing the last words you saying, I'm the fool that chose to take the traveled road
We're going home.... so say it like you mean it
Whoa we're singing the last words you were saying down the empty road we chose to go
Whoa we're singing the last words you saying, I'm the fool that chose to take the traveled road
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Troy's Bucket
02:40
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Come home as the man you thought you'd never be
A self-made man of misery and self-fulfilling prophecy from back east
Heavy is the head that wears that crown, but you bought those jewels yourself
So pour another round and bottle up what should be let out
And no amount of screaming this would make you half the man you wish you were if you'd just drop the act and get on board or pack your bags
Leave home carrying the weight of dead regret
Shattered picture frames from the past that you tried to forget
That double decker bus would kill the both of us and our light would go out
So pour another round and bottle up what should be let out
And no amount of screaming this would make you half the man you wish you were if you'd just drop the act and get on board or pack your bags
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Full
01:19
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Jason S. Thompson Munich, Germany
Jason S. Thompson (ex-The Sky We Scrape).
Based in Munich, Germany by way of Chicago, IL, USA.
Facebook:
www.facebook.com/jasonsthompsonmusic
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