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There's an inertia that decisions have to keep you on the beaten path
No matter what you wanna do
But folks like us we never know when to hold on and when to let go
Or when the problem lies with you
I wanna do something desperate but I don't know how
Is the world unkind enough that we outgrow the things we love
And tolerate mundane instead
Do we acquiesce to age and build a more comfortable cage
Or run in circles til we're dead
I wanna do something desperate but I don't know how
I have no breath to scream
I'm not feeling rage, there is no machine
There is no strength in me
There is only injury and apathy
Exhausting our remaining will, we work so hard to climb the hill
We find there's nothing at the top
Victims of this restlessness, we wonder at the precipice
I'll meet you there, you'll push me off
I wanna do something desperate but I don't know how
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I am trying to be your camera
I am trying to capture you
I am trying to make an impression
I don’t know what to do
And every time I try to speak
My mouth goes dry my knees go weak
I am trying to be your camera
I am trying to find the key
I've been looking for somebody kinda like you
Were you looking for me?
And every time I try to speak
My mouth goes dry my knees go weak
And every time I try to land
I can’t quite figure out where I stand
I am trying to be your camera
I am trying to capture you
I am trying to be straightforward
I am dying on cue
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They pulled the welcome signs down
And put all the lights out
All the shadows are moving within
And I'm going without
This must be the last place
Any angel would go
If this isn't the end of the line
Then I'm moving too slow
There is no here anywhere anymore
There is no here anywhere
Here's a pen and a page
All my metaphors fail
And the clever words all disappear
All that's left is a jail
And I struggle to find
What all of it means
It's like watching a film of your life
But there's blood on the screen
There is no here anywhere anymore
There is no here anywhere
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Love go home cause I can’t sleep tonight
Drove out past the edge of town, won’t put up a fight
Love go home I cause haven’t slept for days
Love go home because I hate this place
Fifteen thousand people, every one
Wanted to feel things
I wanted to feel things
Not like this
I wanted to feel things
To know I exist
Love go home cause I can’t sleep tonight
Sold my heart to keep me warm in the fading light
Love go home cause I’m sleeping by myself
Love go home, you put us both through hell
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Maybe not overwhelmed
Sick and tired of the kiss and tell
When the feeling hits you know
Clear my throat and pray for rain
A vision of the savior in a passing train
Everything emotional and slow
In the meantime life goes on and on and on and on and on
In the meantime life goes on
Shoes are stickin in the sidewalk cracks
Yesterday is never coming back
Nothing feels as bad as waiting
On the platform for the noose
Good luck baby even if you lose
It was worth participating
In the meantime life goes on and on and on and on and on
In the meantime life goes on
Innocence lost but knowledge gained
How to live when the world’s insane
How to see when the smoke gets in your eyes
Every good life looks like a maze
Black and white photos of the end of days
Remember when we say goodbye
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I taste ash in my mouth
I feel smoke in my eyes
I will find you and keep you, peace
After all of my life
I am tired of walking
I am tired of war
I am tired of my own body
I don’t know what it’s for
I write letters to no one
And they don’t get there safe
Watched by dozens of lifeless eyes
Every step that I take
I am tired of walking
I am tired of war
I am tired of hearing my voice
I don’t know what it’s for
I see in my reflection
A face I don’t recognize
I will have you and keep you, peace
For the rest of my life
I am tired of walking
I am tired of war
I am tired of the whole damn world
I don’t know what it’s for
I don’t know what it’s for
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I will chew off my leg if it's the only way
I will ride out the night, I will wait for the day
If all that I am is all I'll ever be
I will learn to accept that I won't be anything
We will hide our wounds and dry our eyes
The limp will show, but otherwise
We'll seem fine; we'll be fine
The smell of blood it ain't so bad when it's mixed with pheromones
I am listening to my heart; I am cut to the bone
And when I look around at the awful mess I've made
I can't recall the last time I wasn't so afraid
We will hide our wounds and dry our eyes
The limp will show, but otherwise
You'll be fine; we'll be fine
I would chew off my leg if I thought that it would help
I think you might know me better than I know myself
If everything I am is everything I'll be
Then I guess I wouldn't blame you for being scared of me
We will hide our wounds and dry our eyes
The limp will show, but otherwise
I'll seem fine; I'll seem fine
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I was born on the day that my dreams died
I am holding my breath til the next time
Oxygen’s low by design
'Cause my mind is bright like a trick of the moonlight
It’s sharper than any old pen knife
Quicker than a winter’s night
There’s a red rose dying on the window sill
I can tell you the truth, you know I always will, but
Whatever I’m telling myself is a lie
Happy on the outside
My friend, you’ll be born on the day that the war ends
Born on the day you surrender
And tender disguises won’t fly
'Cause my days are filled with smoke and the blue haze
Of something you know but that’s always
Just across the other side
And there’s no good thing the right mistake can’t kill
I can tell you the truth you know I always will, but
Whatever I’m telling myself is a lie
Happy on the outside
You see, we're all born on the day that the thrill leaves
Born to be set free of freedom
Happy to try not to try
From the start, we're all born when we feel that strange change of heart
That wrenches us into the happy dark
Where we won't be afraid of the night
You spend your whole life fighting not to catch a break
I can tell you the truth, but don't make no mistake
Whatever I’m telling myself is a lie
Happy on the outside
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I don’t feel a thing
I guess that’s alright
I’m waiting for the pain to come and knock me off my feet
Like it should
I’m watching for a smile
That’s gonna make me cry
I’m sick of watching everybody else’s chances come
Without mine
But you know life
It doesn’t work that way
You know life
It’s gonna be ok
I’m shedding my wings
They’re useless now
I’m waiting for the chains to come and hold me to the ground
And it’s good
But you know life
It doesn’t work that way
I’m waiting for the flood to come and wash it all away
You know why
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Strange Change of Heart is an unfinished album by the hair cells. We had 5-6 additional tracks planned that remain in the vault for now. Will we ever return? Who knows...
