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Metaphor
03:02
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There's a name on the pocket and I still can't make it out
A way to overreact to everything that gets you down
I had something to tell you
You said you need time to think
I threw a coin in a fountain
there's a metaphor for every stupid thing
Why not give it a name now we can call it what you like
I know that i'm disappointing but there's still something to try
I have something to ask you
You can let yourself in
Heard a knock at the window
there's a metaphor for every stupid thing
There's something that i want to know and never want to hear
I think i might be overcompensating for the fear
Plant another disaster now we're finally getting near
Wide awake and now i'll just wait to make this one thing clear
I had something to give you
You said your patience is thin
Counting sheep now you're fast asleep
There's a metaphor for every stupid thing
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(Sick of) Saying Things
02:37
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I never want to think that I'm the last to know
We're on the flip side of let it be
i'm sick of saying things I really don't mean
We could find the time, make our own delay
Maybe the first one is never free
I'm sick of saying things I really don't mean
You know I didn't mean to wind you up
Mistaking fate for what's to come
I want to let it go and find a place to never leave
Hey I lost something i don't need
I'm sick of saying things that I really don't mean
We can watch it spin, an arrow pointing to the sea
Wearing old hearts on our sleeves
we're sick of saying things that we really don't mean
You said something in a dream and mumbled every other word
You're the angel sitting on the tree
i'm sick of saying things that I really don't mean
I am sick of saying anything
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Told You So
03:22
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If my mind is a sieve, your heart is a glove
in a field full of clover
Drop your bags in the back and lighten your load
The carrying's over
We should have left hours ago, I know
There's no need to gloat
Fake plants in the sun
There's blood on your tongue
And I told you so
Now the rain is gone, the thunder is done
An ocean abandoned
Four feet on the boards, your hand on my arm
The rest it don't matter
How about saying what you mean for once?
Honey I'm trying
You're not selling if you're buying
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Miracleworker New Jersey
The band started as an experiment in late bloomer acoustic guitar songwriting. New Brunswick punk icon Chris Ross saw a path to making a 'real band,' and soon enough East Coast hardcore vet Dan Cav joined in on the fun.
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