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Midnight Hour
02:50
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There's been a mistake. It's written all on my face.
I showed up tonight, and I cleared out the place.
I just wanna feel at home.
I write my favorite hooks, rip off my favorite books.
The end result being the awkward looks you laid on me tonight.
I'm like a river. Damned, dried up and losing time.
A great leader, shot down before his prime.
But I don't have that passion.
Just an ego and moderate talent.
Please understand, I know nothing of being a great man.
And I'm awake, and this thing inside just let me know it never died.
And I'm awake, and I feel it now. My summer soul was hiding out.
I was stuck in the midnight hour.
There's been a mistake. It's written all on my face.
I showed up tonight and I cleared out the place.
I just wanna feel at home.
We're all victims of a half decade's love.
Never to find the balance between party and alone.
Let it go.
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2. |
Be All That You Can't Be
02:57
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You don’t stop. Not even to rest.
You’ll clean up the mess you’ve made out of our lives,
for the last time tonight.
Let them see the liar in your eyes.
They are the last ones down,
but they’re the first ones out.
You’re’ telling the stories,
you’re selling the glory,
to the kids on the bad side of town.
Cross our fingers for believers
Only one cadence away.
The truth is you see troops, not children.
You smile and you pretend,
as you hand guns out to my friends.
You sell these kids a new beginning.
You smile and you pretend,
as you hand guns out to my friends.
A new crop, so hard to resist.
You’re selling the kids with limited options to the lowest bid.
Safety in numbers, proved wrong again.
They are the last ones down,
but they’re the first ones out.
You’re’ telling the stories,
you’re selling the glory,
to the kids on the bad side of town.
I gotta know who you are.
The suspense is killing me.
The kids are backed against the wall.
You set them up to take the fall.
The kids are running on alcohol
with no clue their back’s against the wall.
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3. |
Election Night
03:12
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We drive through the red states, Atlantic on our right.
Patiently waiting. Results are still pending.
If this doesn’t happen tonight, it’s useless.
We’ve waited four long years since the second mistake.
We can wait no more.
But who’s keeping score?
Turn up the radio for the hundredth time tonight.
It makes my ears ring.
It makes my soul sing.
And I read my notes from friends back home celebrating.
Cause this is amazing. This history that we’re making.
And I cried tears of joy, so rare, flow free tonight.
Out with the deceiver, cause we’re the believers.
And now it’s happened tonight. Let’s use this! We’ll wait no more.
No more lies or bad excuses. Peace at your door.
And we’re keeping score.
Past crimes, created hard times.
Despite shattered nerves, our voice was heard.
Scream at the radio, “Please don’t let us down tonight!
We’re all so tired, so start the fire!”
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4. |
Basement Royalty
03:04
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I’m dragging my pen in a line on the page.
Snow covered rooftops, and broken down stages are filling my head.
Can I please fill your heart with last summer’s breakdown,
and this winter’s false start?
Closing my eyes and dragging my feet.
I’m praying for rainstorms and earthquakes nightly.
What little remains? Three years I have changed.
How boring would life be if we all stayed the same?
Give me a touch! Give me sensation of anything!
Hail to the Kings and the Queens of basement royalty!
Let’s roll our sleeves and taunt our defeat.
Something to battle, and sink in our teeth.
When victory is yours, you will feel the heat.
Like that last night in August, when we ditched the party.
Water won’t work on nights like this.
We need celebration liquids. Sweat, and wine, and toxic fluids.
Water won’t work on nights like this.
I’m dragging my pen in a line on the page.
Snow covered rooftops, and broken down stages are filling my head.
Can I please fill your heart with last summer’s breakdown,
and this winter’s false start?
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5. |
To The Sheets
02:45
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I set the bar way too high.
The standard is set that I won’t be reaching.
This fall, I’ll have all the answers.
The same chords fill my head,
and I can’t get around the words that she said,
“Make me smile, you won’t owe me anything”.
And she says “Just relax”, but I just can’t breathe.
And I wanna crawl back between the sheets.
Where she laughs and I smile and say, “Just remember this, you’re alright.
And I’ll be hanging around if you fall down tonight.”
I’m making advances in testing my mental limits.
In my dreams I’m a burden to nobody.
The same chords fill my head,
and I can’t get around the words that she said,
“Make me smile, you won’t owe me anything”.
I’m just a kid with a song in my head, with your face in my heart.
What could be better than this?
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6. |
Give Up The Ghost
02:56
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I'm broke and sorry.
You should have heard that one last night.
It broke my heart, and I woke up sick and cold inside the van.
Still coughing up those songs I sang last night.
I'm a ghost. Separate from that guy you knew.
And these songs that I sing won't do anything, but get us to the next town,
and the next town, and the next town.
So just wrap me up and tuck me into bed.
I've got too much pessimism in my head.
You've suffered way too long, and I'm sorry boys, I'm sorry boys.
This is my final self pity song.
I’m cold and scared.
Anxiety I’ve got for sure.
So unprepared. But “dying alone is the new 20” I’ve heard.
Give up the ghost! Give up the ghost!
Is that optimism shining through?
My friends all know I’m a sucker for the happy ending blues.
To embrace the regrets, is how we laugh through this.
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7. |
Sundowners
03:09
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Break out the songs and we’ll sing along.
I’ve fallen for you.
Where did you come from? Where did you come from?
Our tiny towns and our basement sounds.
Pre-packaged for you.
Some never get here. Their loss is so clear.
And I always saw this happen.
I just never saw the route we’d take.
I always saw this happen.
I learned from your eyes and our mistakes.
We live in a fiction, too good to be true.
We’re the sundowners, all hours.
First to admit that we need you.
This small voice may be mocked by some,
but I’ve got electric speakers and cables, a mind and a sharp tongue.
Take off the crown. Burn down the throne.
Please understand that I only do this to feel less alone.
And I always saw this happen.
I just never saw the route we’d take.
I always saw this happen.
I learned from your eyes and our mistakes.
Our tiny towns and our basement sounds…
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8. |
Tonight Is Alive
03:48
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References to common sense have no place in times like this.
Trust me friends, I’m a fan of sleeping,
but tonight adventure conquers dreaming.
So let’s welcome the night like fireflies.
Let’s run down the sidewalk and scream at the sky.
Use the rest of your breath to tell your stories as singing.
Bounce off the walls, trade the floor for the ceiling.
I’m singing for all of you!
This is a request: Crawl out from graves of regret!
This is a request: Don’t waste your time tonight!
From the city lights to the backyard skies,
the dark sweaty rooms that shape our lives.
I don’t know much, but I know tonight’s alive!
Opinions of nocturnal love, without poet’s charm or wit,
misunderstood to passers by, but loud and clear to misfit kids.
So let’s welcome the night like fireflies.
Let’s run down the sidewalk and scream at the sky.
Use the rest of your breath to tell your stories as singing.
Bounce off the walls, trade the floor for the ceiling.
I’m singing for all of you!
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9. |
Best Year
03:39
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This is a dark one for you. You’ve made the worst of my best year.
I’m talking record book good times, and then along came my worst fear.
Oh I hope you’re ready for this.
Heart broken. Life approaches.
Oh I hope you’re ready for this!
If it takes the rest of your life, you owe me one good year.
Until then I’ll be screaming revenge deep into your ear my dear.
I can’t tell I’m alive. My heart died along with my mind.
Wish I could just trust my lungs, but they’ve been abused too many times.
This is pathetic, I’ve let it turn me upside down, inside out.
Sometimes it’s just broke and can’t be fixed.
Sometimes we just can’t find a way out.
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10. |
Wake Up Call
02:59
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My jacket pockets are full of my hands.
On nights like this I’d rather stay inside.
Cause the bitter wind is blowing, but I get to see my friends tonight.
I’ll be stuck in this place for the rest of the year.
I can feel the indifference. What’s the difference? I don’t need this.
And we danced in your headlights.
I would kill for those nights.
Friends all kiss their bottles.
The minutes slowly cut the fears away.
For nights like this I trade my days.
My jacket pockets are full of my hands.
On nights like this I’d rather stay inside.
Cause the bitter wind is blowing, but I get to see my friends tonight.
I’ll be stuck in this place for the rest of the year.
I can feel the indifference. What’s the difference? I don’t need this.
Let’s hear it for the breakdown.
Let’s hear it for the wake up call.
Remember when we’d laugh all night without a drink, or without a place to go.
And we danced in your headlights.
I would kill for those nights.
I can feel the indifference. What’s the difference? I don’t need this.
With your laugh in my ears still ringing,
and the tears in my eyes still streaming.
I’ve got strong memories. Let’s make this tonight please.
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11. |
At The End
02:50
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I’ve got such a big surprise for you, from me.
This western world, so big and strong has fallen to its knees.
If I could lift this town up in my arms I’d shelter you.
Keep you out of harm’s way.
Before I saw the plane go down, I swear I heard the man on the radio say:
“I’ll watch it fall down with you. We’ll sit inside as bombs fill the sky.
Watch it fall down. Our world is gone tonight.”
The stories, all the photographs are meaningless tonight.
We hope and pray that memories won’t fade along with the burning light.
Watch it fall down. We’ll sit inside as bombs fill the sky.
Watch it fall down. Where’s your God tonight?
Please watch it fall down with me.
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