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Witching Hour
03:36
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Fingers twist on empty phone lines,
We'll part for now. Try back next time.
Is this what you wanted? Pharmacy calling.
Maybe words were just too much,
Maybe our time's not enough.
Lights out on 5th street.
It's best that we don't meet.
Mid day romances.
Midnight dances.
The same dull voices.
Sing the same songs.
Lips on cold lips.
Hands over eyes.
I'm so tired, of the same day.
Lips on cold lips.
Hands over eyes.
I'm so sore, from sleeping it away.
Good night, corner of the city.
Young and hopeless, what a pity.
This isn't what I meant,
When you said take a compliment.
Words above and so below,
There's nothing left for me to know.
Left turn at the old house, forgetting it's cold out.
Mid day romances,
Midnight dances.
The same dull voices,
Sing the same songs.
Lips on cold lips.
Hands over eyes.
I'm so tired, of the same day.
Lips on cold lips.
Hands over eyes.
I'm so sore, from sleeping it away.
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Cape May House Show
04:19
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September stays, my favorite ghost.
Autumn leaves go from jade to gold.
A romantic dream, in an ash colored town.
Fingers crossed, that I won't let you down.
It's happening now, there it all goes again.
This won't last the night, it never ends.
It's happening now, there it all goes again.
This won't last the night, it never ends.
Maybe you were right this time,
And we don't know how far this could go.
I'll meet you in the middle.
Brace yourself for how it ends.
Nothing feels right at night,
And home isn't quite where you are.
I'll meet you in the middle.
Brace yourself for how it ends.
Oh you know we haven't got it, no.
That's just something we'll never have in common.
But I think, it's better this way.
It's happening now, there it all goes again.
This won't last the night, it never ends.
It's happening now, there it all goes again.
This won't last the night, it never ends.
Maybe you were right this time,
And we don't know how far this could go.
I'll meet you in the middle.
Brace yourself for how it ends.
Nothing feels right at night,
And home isn't quite where you are.
I'll meet you in the middle.
Brace yourself for how it ends.
One last thing short of perfect,
Will never fail to forget.
Regret begets regret.
You will run if you let yourself.
I'll meet you where the oceans mend.
I'll meet you where the sidewalk ends.
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