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Phantom Limb
01:55
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I am not the same as when I was 18
I understand where all my decisions have gotten me
I don't remember exactly what I did but
I know I deserve this
We would dance in your kitchen, the world unknowing
Our hearts in each other's hands
That we both grew tired of holding
We would hold hands on the ride home from Chicago
Now I just watch the trains go by alone
I swear that night the city tried to tell me something
"If you leave me now, this moment will stay here with me"
I am not the same as when I was 18
I understand where my bad decisions have gotten me
And I am not the same as when you first met me
It must be the reason why I've lost everything
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Synonyms
02:48
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I swallowed my pride
It came in a bottle and it tasted familiar
It poured out like my guts in front of the mirror
But I've been looking for synonyms for those that curse their best friends
My Name being one of them
Could you find another word for what I am?
"Abuser"
What's another word for.....?
I said that this time would be different
I was wrong again, I'll need some time to get over it
And you said, "This is the last time we'll give this a shot"
But I know you're never getting out
And I know that I shouldn't be driving home
But I've got nowhere else that I want to go and I
Probably shouldn't make it known that I've been dreaming about her all along
I swallowed my pride
It came in a bottle and it tasted like her lips
it felt better than the shaking in my fingertips
But I've been looking for synonyms for those that seem to get it
My name isn't one of them
Could you find a better place than where I've been?
I said that this time would be different
I was wrong again, I'll need some time to get over it
And you said, "This is the last time we'll give this a shot"
But I know you're never getting out
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Favorite Things
02:25
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Friends from bad habits
We shared our smokes and kept our ears to the railroad
And you pressed your head against the window
I sang a year in weeks
And you kept your eyes closed
Would you rather watch planes fly by? Would you rather forget the message?
Would you rather I forget your stories about the wreckage?
Even though they were so vivid, there was nothing really there
And you're the one that said to me "Yeah, there was nothing really there."
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The Grool Brothers Griffith, Indiana
Indiana/Chicago Punk
-Stephen Carniello
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