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Hatchet
03:08
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It's your funeral
I know I cannot keep you
Overdue
There's no thrill in me feeding off your
Golden silent treatment
And I want you to know this
Oregon held my head
And yeah I want you to hold this
Wooden fence, you're a hatchet
And I want you to throw this
Once buried hatchet
Bury your hatchet
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2. |
Box Turtle
02:59
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We set our proper focus
Explain who you believe in
The writing in this hallway
On display
Timing's hardly perfect
Future barely worth it
Hide in slower rides
Passing by
And I cannot forget
These days that came and went
Tracing lines
Way back in
Age will tend to show
We're building our abode
Facing time
Or fading slow
Home bound
We'll write
We'll write this down
I've been counting heads
We're shaking hands
Despite
Despite this town
I said
Please make amends
We set our proper focus
To tame this hollow demon
The sighting of some calling
That never came
Weighed down
Wolves could all surround
Riding high
On lower tide
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3. |
Leafy
02:38
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I'll keep down all my breath
And I can wait all of my life before I read what you had meant
I cannot clean up this mess we're in
These trees so thin, they may now never rest
Up on all of your flights
And I can stay around this line or jump into your riverside
We speak in words to stand tall
Grin and grit, I cannot bare at all
I keep punching my chest
And I have got all of this light to make out what little's left unsaid
I keep holding my head in hands
These throbbing temples flush my face red
Now if the bone never sets
Which one of these older wings will be deemed now far too turbulent?
And I know you may think this is
Just so adolescent
And so freakish
You're so freakish
You'll barely move
I'm placing all these words you said
Back into frame and my back pocket
I'll run in place again
I'll get a grip and steady my pace in
You yell from far away
I'll get a grip and steady my pace
So far from where we had been
Silent trees are falling
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4. |
Maplewood
02:32
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Lower bones
You're never home
I feel this ache in my head
On my own
We'll talk about something else
You fake your reflection, still torn on the inside
Walk around, rolling view
This bed is a handful, go sleep on your side
You ran outside for good
Then jumped that picket wood
I've had enough of this
Don't break your wrist
You're sleeping in
Messes I cannot mend
Don't fall apart again
So simply said
Colder throne
Some shaky bones
I felt this stateside, you won't ever know
'Cause you're never home
We'll talk about something else
You'll fake your reflection, still torn on the side
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5. |
Mountain Man
02:45
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You cannot tell me
You're not doomed just to repeat it
Those old wounds and ways embedded in your head
They keep right on lingering
It's true
My stomach's weakening
I wrestle with grizzlies for dead meat
They keep right on seasoning
And it is such a shame
How you feel you had to play it off
Braver one, almost gone
You'll say you're no more humble than me
You cannot sell me off
You land without seeds, playing dead
Temporary like all things
We'll keep right on through the spring
You've got a ways to roam
Head home and close your road from them
The braver ones you've known
Sink, drown, and become bones
I am no mountain man
Never to hide your hands again
My eyes are narrowing
We're seeking prominence
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