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Thursday - Understanding In A Car Crash
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Thursday - !1100
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Thursday - At This Velocity
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Thursday - Cross Out The Eyes
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Thursday - Fake Nostalgia
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Thursday - For The Workforce, Drowning
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Thursday - I1100
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Thursday - Ian Curtis
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Thursday - Paris In Flames
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Thursday - Standing On The Edge Of Summer
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Thursday - Subway Funeral
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Thursday - The Other Side Of The Crash
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Thursday - Turnpike Divide
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Thursday - Where the Circle Ends
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Thursday - A Darker Forest
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Thursday - A Hole In The World
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Thursday - Autobiography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Circuits Of Fever
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Thursday - Common Existence
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Thursday - Concealer
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Thursday - Counting 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
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Thursday - Division St.
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Thursday - Dying in New Brunswick
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Thursday - Fast To The End
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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 - Into The Blinding Light
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Thursday - Jet Black New Year
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Thursday - Ladies And Gentlemen: My Brother, The Failure
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Thursday - M.Sheppard
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Thursday - Magnets Caught In A Metal Heart
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Thursday - Marches And Maneuvers
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Thursday - No Answers
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Thursday - Panic On The Streets Of Health Care City
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Thursday - Past and Future Ruins
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Thursday - Resuscitation Of A Dead Man
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Thursday - Running From The Rain
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Thursday - Steps Ascending
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Thursday - Sugar In The Sacrament
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Thursday - Taking Inventory of a Frozen Lake
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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 World is Black and White
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Thursday - This Sadness Alone
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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 - Tomorrow I'll Be You
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Thursday - Understanding (In A Car Crash)
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Thursday - Voices On A String
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Thursday - Wind Up
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Thursday - You Were The Cancer
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Thursday - A Good Song
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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 - Autumn Leaves Revisited
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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 - Dead Songs
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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 - I Hope You're Alone
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Thursday - In Transmission
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Thursday - Last Call
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Thursday - Love Has Led Us Astray
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Thursday - Mass as Shadows
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Thursday - Mother Mary
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Thursday - Ny Batteri
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Thursday - Porcelain
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Thursday - Shut Your Mouth
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Thursday - Signals Over The Air
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Thursday - Sparks Against The Sun
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Thursday - Streaks in the Sky
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Thursday - Telegraph Avenue Kiss
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Thursday - The Lovesong Writer
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Thursday - The Worst Vow
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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 - War All The Time
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Thursday - We Will Overcome
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.