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Thursday - Fast To The End
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Thursday - Voices On A String
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Thursday - Concealer
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Thursday - Understanding In A Car Crash
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Thursday - Dying in New Brunswick
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Thursday - Sugar In The Sacrament
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Thursday - Autumn Leaves Revisited
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Thursday - Counting 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
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Thursday - For The Workforce, Drowning
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Thursday - Panic On The Streets Of Health Care City
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Thursday - Signals Over The Air
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Thursday - Standing On The Edge Of Summer
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Thursday - Streaks in the Sky
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Thursday - Autobiography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Cross Out The Eyes
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Thursday - Friends In The Armed Forces
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Thursday - How Long Is The Night
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Thursday - I Am The Killer
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Thursday - Jet Black New Year
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Thursday - Magnets Caught In A Metal Heart
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Thursday - Marches And Maneuvers
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Thursday - Paris In Flames
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Thursday - Sparks Against The Sun
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Thursday - The World is Black and White
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Thursday - This Side of Brightness
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Thursday - This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb
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Thursday - War All The Time
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Thursday - Wind Up
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Thursday - !1100
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Thursday - A Darker Forest
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Thursday - A Good Song
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Thursday - A Hole In The World
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Thursday - A Sketch For Time's Arrow
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Thursday - A0001
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Thursday - An Absurd And Unrealistic Dream Of Peace
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Thursday - Application For Release From The Dream
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Thursday - As He Climbed the Dark Mountain
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Thursday - Asleep In The Chapel
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Thursday - At This Velocity
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Thursday - Between Rupture And Rapture
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Thursday - Beyond The Visible Spectrum
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Thursday - Biography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Circuits Of Fever
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Thursday - Common Existence
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Thursday - Dead Songs
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Thursday - Division St.
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Thursday - Evacuate
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Thursday - Even Fallen In Love
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Thursday - Even The Sand Is Made Of Sea Shells
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Thursday - Fake Nostalgia
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Thursday - I Hope You're Alone
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Thursday - I1100
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Thursday - Ian Curtis
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Thursday - In Transmission
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Thursday - Into The Blinding Light
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Thursday - Ladies And Gentlemen: My Brother, The Failure
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Thursday - Last Call
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Thursday - Love Has Led Us Astray
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Thursday - M.Sheppard
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Thursday - Mass as Shadows
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Thursday - Mother Mary
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Thursday - No Answers
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Thursday - Ny Batteri
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Thursday - Past and Future Ruins
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Thursday - Porcelain
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Thursday - Resuscitation Of A Dead Man
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Thursday - Running From The Rain
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Thursday - Shut Your Mouth
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Thursday - Steps Ascending
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Thursday - Subway Funeral
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Thursday - Taking Inventory of a Frozen Lake
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Thursday - Telegraph Avenue Kiss
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Thursday - The Dotted Line
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Thursday - The Dream
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Thursday - The Equation
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Thursday - The Lovesong Writer
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Thursday - The Other Side Of The Crash
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Thursday - The Worst Vow
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Thursday - This Sadness Alone
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Thursday - Tomorrow I'll Be You
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Thursday - Turnpike Divide
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Thursday - Understanding (In A Car Crash)
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Thursday - Unintended Long Term Effects
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Thursday - Untitled 2
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Thursday - Untitled 5
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Thursday - We Will Overcome
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Thursday - Where the Circle Ends
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Thursday - You Were The Cancer
Turnpike Divide
Thursday
Driving around in my blood stream
I'd have to take a thousand pills
To find out where their headlights lead.
Is it cold New York?
Is it freezing in your bed?
Because I caught a deep chill
When I went over the Hudson again.
It's alright, counting city lights,
Where the Turnpike divides,
Waving goodbye to my former life.
I don't want to be a self-medicator
But it's hard to sleep when you're born to run.
I'm sick of living life in the Garden State Trap
But all the roads are pointing home again.
Holy Cross has got a headstone all picked out for me
And my only job is to walk around until I fall down at it's feet.
Maybe home is just the place you can never escape:
From the Camden City graves to the edge of the Palisades
It's alright, counting city lights,
Where the Turnpike divides,
Waving goodbye to my former life.
I don't want to be a self-medicator
But it's hard to sleep when you're born to run.
I'm sick of living life in the Garden State Trap
But all the roads are pointing home again.
And I'll be counting the city lights
Blinking on and off tonight as life passes by
And I'm left behind, standing on the shoulder of the Jersey Turnpike.
Buildings seem to rise like coffins full of stars getting buried in the sky.
You want to laugh and dance... to be free? Well, alright--
I've been thinking about those days I wanted to sleep
And you'd wake me up just before you'd leave
And I'd fall back into a dream:
Walking in fresh city snow that you'd never seen
And I'd never leave your side.