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Shots in the dark
From a microphone
To a crowded room
I'm up
Walk in the park
If you liked that one
You may like this one
Maybe not
The bridge is coming
Know I'm petrified
It's bending under
Look, I made it across with my life
I'm gonna like it here
I get that feeling
I came in for a beer
And stayed for a while
Won't let myself
Be pushed away
The map of my future is already drawn
And my spirit's too raw anyway
I'm gonna like it here
I get that feeling
I came in for a beer
And played for a while
Won't let myself be pushed away
Been packing my bags
But I'm gonna stay
There's no going back
From this side of the tracks
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Bad experiments
Had a theory once
Fact-checked for fallacies
The Aztecs never waited
They had their cake and ate it
Then wasted away from here
But where'd those people go
They say we're not supposed to know
Okay, joke's over
Where'd those people go
Lord, tell me where'd my people go
Made it out to see her again
Parked in front of the CVS
Took some pictures for the hell of it
Didn't get much of anything
Humming 'One Little Indian' to me
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What would you give my love
Did it align with your preconceptions
Is it not quite enough
Or is it too much to trust with anyone
How would you rate my faith
Three out of five, hanging in wait
Why don't you rape my fate
Like it on Facebook, bookmark the page
When has it been too long
Can I pretend that I'm moving on
While hyper-extending my arm
In a bitter attempt
To outline my body in chalk
It's all in my head
That's just how I get
I'm trying, you said
But every morning
You spin the blame
This deja voodoo's got me feeling
Like a plaything once again
I'm trying, you said
You're lying in bed
Upcetera
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Walking into the station
Paper bag in hand
Bought a small black coffee
From the newsstand man
Shut myself in a corner stall
Hold it level till I've poured it all on in
Check the cap, throw the latch
And nod back with a grin
Trying to keep my eye
On the weaving text
Like a butterfly
On a TV set
Like a dancer's gaze
In a piourette, I can
Watch a single blade
On the ceiling fan
From my double bed
But then it moves backward
And I'm losing track of
What used to matter
And now
If the board reads right
I'm headed toward the light
At a hundred miles an hour
Stepping out onto the platform
Steam hits me in the face
Getting pushed along like cattle
Saying, hey pal, this isn't a race
Up the stairs into the sunshine
Might as well have been shot to outer space
Said she's gonna meet me halfway
I can't wait
Every time I'm in the city
I want to stay for good
Shack up with a pretty girl
Like any honest man would
Then there's this demon that I can't evade
It takes my money and it drags me screaming back
To my white wall jail cell
And my paper bag
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I once met a girl
Or should I say
They showed me the view
Isn't it grand
Riverside sand
They asked me my name
And they told me to put up my feet
I looked at the bed
And I noticed there wasn't a sheet
I sat on a chair
Biting my nails
Drinking a pale
We talked until ten
And then they went
Must pay the rent
They told me they worked till the morning
And started to laugh
I told them I didn't
And stayed up all night smoking hash
Oh, Aubrey
You're more than one more song to me
Oh please, sweet Aubrey
Believe me
When I sobered up
I was alone
This bird flew home
So I dropped them a line
Isn't it grand
Riverside sand
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Banking on the off-chance
That my actions have no consequence
And lately I've been pushing my luck
Crazy how we manage
To distract ourselves from all the damage
We do to each other when we want
Uh-huh
Oh yeah
Saying this time was just a
Stray from the line
I'll never pay with my life
I'm only playing, it's fine
It won't happen to me
Binge watching 'Cops'
Imagine if I was caught
I need a wake up call
Something to scare me straight
The world's a TV screen
A technicolor dream
I hold at arm's length
And I'm praying
Praying this time
Was just a stray from the light
I'll never pay with my life
I'm only playing, it's fine
It won't happen again
Knock on wood
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I once met a girl
Or should I say
They showed me the view
Isn't it grand
Riverside sand
They asked me my name
And they told me to put up my feet
I looked at the bed
And I noticed there wasn't a sheet
I sat on a chair
Biting my nails
Drinking an ale
We talked until ten
And then they went
Must pay the rent
She told me 'she' worked till the morning
And started to laugh
I told 'her' I didn't
And stayed up all night smoking hash
Oh, Aubrey
You're more than just one song to me
Oh please, sweet Aubrey
Believe me
And when I sobered up
I was alone
This bird flew home
So I dropped 'him' a line
Isn't it grand
Riverside sand
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Short sleeve shirts
As unrehearsed
Performance art
I'll name the song
I'm working on
For the summer sun
'We've come so far'
It wasn't easy
To tell you the truth
Not what you wanted to hear
My feet were freezing
But I warmed up to you
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Short sleeve shirts
As unrehearsed
Performance art
I'll name the song
I'm working on
For the summer sun
'We've come so far'
It wasn't easy
To tell you the truth
Not what you wanted to hear
My feet were freezing
But I warmed up to you
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Who are you
And how fast ya coming
Ever since I was a little boy
I told my parents
No more listening, but
If you want to go
I'll show you the way back home
I'll show you
Everyone is a liar
No one wants to stay
Who are you
And how fast ya coming
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released July 15, 2015
