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Roy Neary
01:52
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Metronome Called Home
04:20
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Metronome called home beckons the sort of folks who feel comfort in Hyannis Port
With sunlit tears and the sum of all fears, they begin their retort
"And this is why we had to
Take matters into our own
We really, simply had to
Discuss it over the phone"
Forget fault and wait
Date someone that your parents hate, be it manners or horse's gait
"And this is why we had to
Take matters into our own
We really, simply had to
Discuss it over the phone
And this is why we had to
And this is why we had to"
Every last one
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Never break character until the little brass man is in my hands
Seen the bitter lick of a ruler across the back of my hands
Punishable cuts open widely
Keep myself in check every other nightly
Never break character until the little brass man is in my hands
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Shiny Pennies
03:30
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One-hundred-thousand times a day
You'll find us sitting by the bay
Tossing shiny pennies
Mia Fontana de trevi
Only place I want to be
Tossing shiny pennies
You never said it out loud, but I know what you thought
You left the bags at home, but the receipt's here and I know what you bought
Followed your tracks and your hands are red
Darling, you're so caught
Ain't no need to protest
Do as the rich do toward the homeless
Toss some shiny pennies
You never said it out loud, but I know what you thought
You left the bags at home, but the receipt's here and I know what you bought
Followed your tracks and your hands are red
Darling, you're so caught
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Steeplechase Face
02:45
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I went down to see Coney Island
Quick to raise a smile
Ballpark franks, shirts I thought about buying
Bad times faced trial
Tilyou head home, you gotta know
Boardwalk's fine yet, bereft of soul
Work sucks, ditch convolution
Head to the fun spot
Enjoy yourself, avoid all eye contact
With their mascot
Tilyou head home, you gotta know
Boardwalk's fine yet, bereft of soul
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Wounded Osprey
02:25
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Submit Dreams
04:22
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Before the lions are released into the coliseum
You are presented in shackles to the laurel-headed one
Your ex is Caesar
Your mallrat manifesto ends now
In fact it ended a year ago, since you can never return
Oh life, please, give me something better
I'll be comfortable, I swear
I swear...
Let's do this together, what do you say?
To infinity and Beyonce
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In the Sun
06:05
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In the sun, I'm one
By the by
Cogs needs greasing
Folds neatly creasing
In the sun, I'm one
Your prospectus
Leaves breathless
A single regret does not apply
Something about placement
Makes hilltops and night skies
Seem right
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