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Sun Ray
05:00
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See them running to
The places that they do
They'll be in your city sometime soon
Even if you don't see them, they'll see you
They'll make you feel so clever
Just talking 'bout the weather
And every colorful blur
Is a gentle reminder
Who is this
That's telling me to wait outside
Who is this
Saying we're running out of time
(x2)
The rays from the center of the sun
Allow our continued fun
They were there for you and now for us
Until our time is done
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Wise Man
04:10
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Tired sound
Lost and found
With all the things I used to understand
Are you weighed down
By your evening gown
Untie the strings and please, please don't buy in
CHORUS
What holds the key
That rests in the back pocket of a man who says
Don't listen to me
I've got a hundred thousand years to live before I see
A holy word
Not understood
I look around but no one here I know
If you could
Maybe you would
Learning it's okay to just not know
CHORUS
(x2)
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Counting
04:39
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Restless paper faces
Echo in the street
Mingle my lungs
With the dirt and the roots of the copper seeds
I'll breathe anything at all
That smells of certainty
And tastes of apathy
Counting up the minutes
That you counted up me
Tell me what's your favorite color
When it gets too dark to see
Cut loose all the kite strings
Let them wash downstream
Right before your very eyes
Patterns on the screen
In the background of the picture people dance
A solemn stance
Counting up the minutes
That you counted up me
Tell me what's your favorite color
When it gets too dark to see
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Road Map Tongues
05:11
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If you catch a train
And make a run for it
Make a run for it
You might get to Spain
Using all your wit
Using all your wit
Will it keep you warm?
Clumsy silhouette
I see you in the dark
I see you in the dark
As you learn to see
Just a little spark
Just a little spark
Turning into flame
If you get your answer
I'll be a map of the veins in your tongue
And if you try to read it
You'll hear a song that you've already sung
Maybe years from now
You're walking down the same streets
Walking down the same streets
You want to go back home
But there are no more empty seats
There are no more empty seats
Tomorrow's everything
If you get your answer
It'll be a map of the veins in your tongue
And if you try to read it
You'll hear a song that you've already sung
(x2)
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