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splitsville newmix
02:32
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cellophane
02:42
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3. |
transit
02:39
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third act
02:40
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ride
03:14
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cellophane oldmix
02:41
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our time was trouble and too short
hub city nights spent comin apart
our times were trouble and good hearts
we tried
try to keep these pieces together
armed and dangerous. not as clever as the
plants and powders. relieve pressure.
it's just one more semester
wondering if this is one you'd like
blow your ears out night after night
try not to make this sound contrite
hope I don't forget my
birthday when you missed your train
waiting out north Jersey rain
no time left to be ashamed
lives wrapped up in cellophane
our times were trouble and good hearts
right from the start
you always knew just how to enter a room
our friends were loyal and so few
everybody's doomed but not this soon
just like the songs we listened to
you'll fade. a forgotten tune
as we pace around and life resumes
wondering if this is one you'd like
blow your ears out night after night
try not to make this sound contrite
hope I don't forget my
birthday when you missed your train
or running through new brunswick rain
no time left it's such a shame
lives wrapped up in cellophane
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