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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
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