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Thursday - War All The Time
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Thursday - Even Fallen In Love
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Thursday - Understanding In A Car Crash
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Thursday - As He Climbed the Dark Mountain
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Thursday - For The Workforce, Drowning
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Thursday - Ian Curtis
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Thursday - Porcelain
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Thursday - Standing On The Edge Of Summer
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Thursday - Steps Ascending
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Thursday - Streaks in the Sky
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Thursday - Where the Circle Ends
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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 - Asleep In The Chapel
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Thursday - At This Velocity
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Thursday - Autobiography Of A Nation
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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 - 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 - Cross Out The Eyes
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Thursday - Dead Songs
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Thursday - Division St.
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Thursday - Dying in New Brunswick
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Thursday - Evacuate
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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 - 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 - I Hope You're Alone
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Thursday - I1100
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Thursday - In Transmission
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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 - Last Call
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Thursday - Love Has Led Us Astray
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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 - 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 - Panic On The Streets Of Health Care City
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Thursday - Paris In Flames
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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 - 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 - Subway Funeral
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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 - 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 World is Black and White
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Thursday - The Worst Vow
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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 - 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 - Voices On A String
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Thursday - We Will Overcome
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Thursday - You Were The Cancer
The Lovesong Writer
Thursday
He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar
With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies
Chords into church bells, fill up the allies
Lovers intwine in the heat of the night
And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences
We will pretend
That its all just made up
The songs that he writes
Are too personal
He can't play them for anyone
When he's all alone, the lovesong writer sings
Ooooh
Can anyone, hear me now?
No one hears him now
So he stumbles through syllables, cut from their sentences
Lost letters call to him, deep in the alphabet
"Please give us meaning"
Pose for me now
You're the broken heart
You're the sigh in the back of the throat
And on the other side
You're the queen of spades
You're the sound that she makes on her way
There's always a way out
There's always a way out
When he's all alone, the lovesong writer sings
Ooooh
Can anyone, hear me now?
But no one hears at all
The lovesong writer sits all alone
When he hears the sound of the knock at the door
50 red roses, falling apart
In the hands of someone that you scraped in and left behind
All of the others strolled up and showed up at your door
Staring you down, they said:
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now
We already are
