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Times the Pain
02:29
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How many times the pain?
Can you count it on your fingers?
Was it blood or sweat? It was all the same.
Now it’s just a storage unit. Couldn’t tell you what that means.
And how many times in vain
have you tried to describe how it felt inside?
Why it was worth the pain.
Now it’s just a storage unit. Couldn’t tell you what that means.
Now it’s just a supermarket where people buy such mundane things.
How many times the pain?
Divide it by the years, plus the distance.
Tell me does it hit the same?
Cover it up. Paint the rust. The spirit still haunts us.
It will never be enough. It’s where you found your name.
Now it’s just a storage unit. Couldn’t fathom such a thing.
Now it’s just a place for parking. It used to mean so much to me.
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Seashore
03:07
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Double back around the parking lot.
Can’t believe it, are we really lost?
Is that ghost still following you?
Tap my finger on the steering wheel.
Anything to distract from how the static feels.
Are you sinking in?
If you’re looking for seashells on the seafloor,
they all washed up along the seashore.
If you find a light let it fill your lungs.
If losing love is like a window into your heart,
finding love is like turning on a light in the dark.
Everybody sees the warm glow.
You can take that light and make it bend.
Sure, you’ll never be sad again,
but you’ll never learn how to walk home in the dark.
If you’re looking for seashells on the seafloor,
they all washed up along the seashore.
If you find a light let it fill your lungs.
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Minor Holidays San Francisco, California
EVERY DOG HAS A PLACE UNDER THE SUN.
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