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My Doctor the Kid
02:06
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my doctor the kid
he can't believe the things that he did
my doctor the kid
if he's only a mind, is he dead or alive?
everyone will tell you it's not okay
everyone will tell you to go away
my stethoscope youth
was all spent in tears and that is the truth
but my time was not given lightly
for while you walked the earth, i stood with you nightly
look what i have done for you
look what i've become for you
our halcyon days
were spent in a hospital narcotic daze
iv drip drips on down
to your hospital bed, but there's no one around
everyone will tell you it's not okay
everyone will tell you to go away
look what i have done for you
look what i've become for you
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2. |
Evanston 9:50
03:19
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ooh it's been a long time and i think i'm coming around
all the saints outside are in their hospital gowns
and i know
i can't go
my legs are sick and crippled and i'm much too weak to march
but i remembering meeting you underneath the big brick arch
and i know
i can't go
the nurse she smiles sweetly as she wraps the bleeding wound
the doctor stands behind her and he's ghastly as the tomb
and i see
what's left for me
so i'm sitting in the window and i'm perched there like a bird
and blessed pilgrims underneath all walk the blighted earth
and it's clear
why i'm here
cause when they push you on your back
you brace yourself for the attack
you wait
it never comes
and when they tell you three weeks more
you ask what am i living for
you wait
it never comes
that night a raven visits and he bears you in his claws
and i can hear you shouting even over what you've caused
the lights go on
and you're gone
i don't think i can forgive you as they chain me to the bed
i don't think i could save you if it were you instead
the lights go on
and you're gone
prophetic visions strewn across the shifting desert sands
i shot an arrow in the air, i know not where it lands
or who it hits
and i admit
i dreamt you came to comfort me and i turned you away
but you can have the same dream ten thousand different ways
always new
but always you
cause all i am is laid to waste and all my crooked dreams in haste
can wait
it never comes
i can't get up to try to run so i wait for the rising sun
i wait
it never comes
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"Hey Jillian! We're doing 'You,' you wanna come sing it?"
"Yes!"
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You
02:01
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i'm getting the feeling that some habits aren't so easy to break
hold out hope that this is a dream and in the near future i will wake
your world is bright, mine is getting foggier still
and i was surprised to see you perched on my windowsill
so when will you come again?
i'm seeing the city the way that you used to do
i'm seeing the city the way you woulda wanted me to
some places are harder though than others to stay
you reach down to the old stone and brush the leaves away
so when will you come again?
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5. |
Angel Shown At Midnight
05:05
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i hear it's funny the way things worked out
those who keep the faith will be saved from doubt
i hear it's sometimes rough but everybody's doing well
but if it were any other way then no one'd ever tell
we never found a place we could be alone
just an auditorium made from bones
with a growing crowd and a savage roar
we would dance in tiny circles in the middle of the floor
and you could look at me and see the days pass by
the sun is shining west across my eyes
but if we fell (the war was fought but)
from the greatest heights (nothing made right)
would you know me then (we got out but)
in the middle of a midnight? (it all happened at midnight)
i can't trust what i can't see
but i know that i must cause you're waiting for me
without sparing your feelings i could spare you the time
i'll never know what you'd have done and i am sorry but i'm
a story that was told the wrong way
i've seen the other life i never lived until today
i don't know whether it might have been better
all i know is that in this life i've got nothing left to say
i waited longer than i care to admit
i couldn't see the system from outside of it
everybody's gotta lose for somebody to win
if you're gonna cut me someday, might as well go ahead
i don't bleed human blood, i just bleed my thoughts
you hate what you are, but you know what you're not
oh it might not hurt (i'm so sick of)
to stand in your sight (waiting for light)
but i want you to know (give up your ghost)
i'll be leaving before midnight (and settle into midnight)
let's all get ready for the grand negation
cause there's fearful patterns to human creation
my family were not candlemakers but burners
i was native to the trade and i'm a fast learner
i never caught a glimpse of the promised land
i never sought salvation from another's hand
i'll leave the door open for you some nights
but i'm never gonna wait on you to tell me what's right
i want you gone cause i can't stand to be seen
and i can feel your eyes even when i know what you mean
please forget me (this first snowfall)
and hold your faith tight (paints the sky white)
and if ever you regret me (the whole city shining)
think of an angel shown at midnight (like an angel shown at midnight)
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6. |
Devil's Haircut
02:45
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