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New World
04:24
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Welcome to the Earth, here's to being first; like a trophy gleaming in the light. Everybody's here just to get a glance; welcome to the new world. I don't wanna sing, I don't wanna dance, I don't want to go on any rants. I just need the means, I just want a chance to not be the loser. Everything is near and the air is clear; we're just finding about our life. When the kids are near, we'll just disappear back into the darkness of the night. Going out of sight, climbing up a height, trying anything to be in style. Trying not to fear the words from our peers just in case we're too good. I wanna show you everything, so then you know just what I mean. I wanna talk about my dreams, the truth is I don't want to leave. I never thought that you'd believe the things I heard from history. And look outside so you can see; revealing all that's underneath. I never thought that we'd all be the shiny objects being cleaned. I wanna show you everything, so then you know just what I mean. Sometimes we'll run and other times we'll crawl; every now and then we'll trip and fall. While we're on our way to the bitter end for a new beginning. No one ever wants to be the very last when the world around is moving way too fast. But every now and then I wish it'd take a break while my head is spinning.
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Protocol
03:21
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In the summer, things get nicer for everyone. Such a bummer, nobody thought of making any plans
When I saw you I fell in love with your big lab coat and your rubber gloves. Don’t forget about the promising that you made me do before everything. This is not my protocol; the other guy is missing in a shopping mall
This is not my protocol but happiness is taped to my wall. This is not my protocol; my only friend is gone and won't pick up my calls. So tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me everything always gets the best of me. In the springtime, the birds come back from the season's trip. People migrate all around; found myself inside a lost and found. When I saw you I fell in love with your crazy hair and hypnotic eyes. Now we drive around a roundabout about to run away. Someone told me that life will find a way when we’re all gone.
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Down at My Feet
04:46
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Last night I didn't mean that; things I say and what I do, it's making me look bad to you. Went out and you never came back, so I spent this bitter night just thinking of how you were right. Wasted why did I do this? Way back then we started fine but now we've drifted past our prime. Feeling like I'm a loser; So far I'm worst than all the rest since I messed up and failed your test. Last night, another big fight; fighting you initially, but then there was myself and me. Staring up at the ceiling; anger pointed inwardly is growing with intensity. I need to stop before we drop much further down from way up top. We need to talk before you walk; let's empty all the bags we've got. Do you realize what you mean to me? There's an image that I can't unsee. Stop the movie and rip out the reel; let me practice and we'll make a deal. Do you have a little faith in me after all the times I stepped on you? Do you think that we can rescue me as I'm here looking down at my feet. Why can't we? Why can't we feel this way again? I miss you, I want us to make a few amends.
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Voicemail
04:06
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Waiting again; there's no time like the present. I patiently sit for your procrastination. A slap in the face leaves you more abrasions. Slowing the pace nearing your occasion. Needing a space, needing time for healing. Going to waste, and everyone is leaving. Only thing that I can see, the doubt that's hanging over me. Do you feel better for yourself now that it's come to this. I'm just waiting here for you, waiting for my phone to ring. Left a message at the tone every day for this past week. Have your pre-recorded voice playing over in my ears. I don't care how long I wait, if it takes a million years. Send me a line, because I'm going crazy. The thoughts in my mind are growing ever hazy. I'm writing letter after letter, no returning to the sender. Feeling more under the weather, losing hope. Are you getting any of my voicemails? Thinking this endeavor's getting more stale. There's something still that's keeping me up chasing you. And it's not fair, you're everywhere. Clouds are forming over me; things will change eventually. It's not how anything should be; and it's not fair.
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Not So Smooth
04:20
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Another day you spend in fear that they will catch on to your act. They'd call you dumb or call you weird and things that you don't want to hear. So how's it working out for you, with all the what, where, why, and who? Was there any line you drew, or is it just based on your mood? Is the sun yet shining out, is your head stuck in the clouds? These accomplishments you tout, when no one listens then you pout. What's the big deal all about, when you try to scream and shout? Don't want to talk about your stings, your aching joints, or burning spleen. No one's around to hear you drown, no one will read your history. Your message still is to be found indefinitely. You think we all deserve someone, complain you don't have anyone. You drop the ball time after time; act like the victim of a crime. There's no more sympathy for you and all the stupid things you do. And you can get back in the line, but you can't drag me on this ride. Another night you spend awake worrying what others think. You try to keep your name afloat despite the punctures in your boat. The time has come for you to speak; when frogs are stuck inside your throat. Retrieve your hat and take your coat, there's nothing more to see.
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Dead of Night
02:52
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Have you looked outside the window; something's growing in the yard. When the air is getting bitter, and things start to feel bizarre. Sometimes a smile's a decoration meant to hide what's underneath. Like a painting placed precisely on a dent left in the wall. Did you pass through me in the dead of night, and are you hidden out of sight. I do not think you know what I'm like now, trapped in a cage of glass. For all to see me wasting time here trapped in my own shell. Have you looked down where you're standing what supports you there beneath. Is it hope and motivation, or generosity and greed. Turning down what I could offer, doesn't give me all I need. Now I'm out of things to mention when you turn and walk away. Did you pass through me in the dead of night again? Will something catch me as I fall? Have you looked inside the window? See the pattern on the floor. Would you follow someone's footsteps if they lead you to a door. There's a feeling that you'll find that you won't care about anymore. Don't care about the message you might not receive.
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Just Like You
04:11
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Can you save me when you're passing can you sweep me off my feet. More escaping, tired of taking every chance that gets me beat. Thought that someday you would hold me, but it's only in my dreams. Now I'm making it that lately, I should face my own defeat. I don't know so many ways to rephrase the same idea. To express the same emotions and retain all the appeal. Time is money that I'm wasting; this is my part of the deal. Am I making things expensive when I reinvent the wheel. Just like you just like me, you were everything. Can you save me when you're passing can you sweep me off my feet. I'm escaping and I'm taking all the baggage that you see. It's the last time that you'll know me because I'm changing who I am. No more holding back the water as we're breaking down the dam.
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Conglomero Raleigh, North Carolina
Zach - guitar/vox
Hunter - guitar/vox
Steve - bass/vox
May - drums
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