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Thursday - Standing On The Edge Of Summer
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Thursday - Understanding In A Car Crash
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Thursday - War All The Time
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Thursday - Running From The Rain
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Thursday - !1100
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Thursday - A Sketch For Time's Arrow
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Thursday - Autobiography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Autumn Leaves Revisited
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Thursday - Biography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Division St.
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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 - How Long Is The Night
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Thursday - Ian Curtis
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Thursday - Into The Blinding Light
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Thursday - Taking Inventory of a Frozen Lake
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Thursday - The Dream
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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 - Understanding (In A Car Crash)
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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 - 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 - 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 - Dying in New Brunswick
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Thursday - Evacuate
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Thursday - Fake Nostalgia
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Thursday - Fast To The End
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Thursday - For The Workforce, Drowning
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Thursday - Friends In The Armed Forces
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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 - 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 - Porcelain
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Thursday - Resuscitation Of A Dead Man
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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 - Steps Ascending
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Thursday - Streaks in the Sky
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Thursday - Subway Funeral
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Thursday - Sugar In The Sacrament
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Thursday - Telegraph Avenue Kiss
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Thursday - The Dotted Line
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Thursday - The Equation
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Thursday - The Lovesong Writer
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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 - 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 - Where the Circle Ends
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Thursday - Wind Up
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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
