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all the signals that you're sending
pass me by
and the past that you're appending
still applies
pulled a left, a dead end
turn around at the bend there
memory in the rear,
and i'm faced with scraping off
the mental residue that's left behind
coughed up theories fed as truth, yeah
climbing trees to reach the moon, yeah
you'll never know
what it's like within
these hollow bones
the ones i'm living in
while my head was spinning, i forgot
that my smile's thinning, help me stop
other options seem so hopeful
simple lies
anxious thoughts tend to surround me
and paralyze
having doubtfully asked why
you don't deserve the disguise
i want to say it won't happen again
it ends in compromise
coughed up theories fed as truth, yeah
climbing trees to reach the moon, yeah
you'll never know
what it's like within
these hollow bones
the ones i'm living in
while my head was spinning, i forgot
that my smile's thinning, help me stop
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2. |
One Song
03:36
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train rides far away
making plans to escape
this place feels like a grave
traversing plains, and falsehood claims
one song plays for all
a world so large, i feel so small
your words like fires burn,
they've seemed absurd
and gone unheard
i'm not concerned
now there are reasons why
i can't say i ever liked goodbyes
i'll sneak out one night,
commit the element of surprise
one song plays for all
a world so large i feel so small
i'm crossing lanes and opening
the very thing
causing the suffering
i'm clawing and crawling
and maybe i'm falling
but i can't remember a reason
i'm leaning and weaning
with heavy believing
think my soul is bleeding
in the process of leaving
lungs underachieving
and i'm barely breathing
we're not alone
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3. |
Worn Out
03:37
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looking for a refuge
a place to rest my head
surrounded by these people
let me be alone
talk: like threading needles
dispatch says, 'try to mend the tear'
i'm shot to pieces with worked up leases
and strung out till the end
growing tired
i'm worn out
holding on, but
i'm worn out
can't keep going
i'm worn out
but i'll keep going
i'm worn out
i don't like to confess this
i'm not always a saint
and even when i look good
i can't tell you that it's fake
the dust has slowly settled
it's all means to an end
a frame without a picture,
well it wasn't the intent
growing tired
i'm worn out
holding on, but
i'm worn out
can't keep going
i'm worn out
but i'll keep going
i'm worn out
silhouettes of better things
calloused hands and torn up strings
half-awake and half-asleep
here's a lie, let's make believe
looking for a refuge
a place to rest my head
surrounded by these people
let me be alone
when the darkness steals my laughter
and nightmares scream my name
i won't let them take me under,
but can you take away the pain?
growing tired
im worn out
holding on, but
im worn out
can't keep going
i'm worn out
but i'll keep going
i'm worn out
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we're falling
so hold on,
don't come down
from the place you've tried to hide
they're coming for us
what if we both try to survive?
i feel you when you call
can't quite find the words to say
while all your precious thoughts
remind me of a distant, brighter day
hello there love
hello there love
hello my love
waiting on an edge in life
writing down the dreams in my head
save me just a little time
let me know if i'm in your plans
the restless,
the sleeper inside me
caught between these shattered walls,
with all the brokenness consuming
and reflect the pain i've caused
hello there love
hello there love
hello my love
waiting on an edge in life
writing down the dreams in my head
save me just a little time
let me know if i'm in your plans
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5. |
Plight
01:48
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6. |
She Feels
04:27
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i'd be lying if i tried to say
this system could be sustained
sunshine pumping through her veins
too many options,
she can't seem to choose
why is the right thing the hardest to do?
colored with scratches,
broken and bruised
she never wanted to hurt anyone
facing fatigue, and so she succumbed
simple to blame it on just being young
she self-reflects, self-projects
she sits in silence and fills her head
with self-important, self-neglect
and she feels so distant still
she feels so distant still
watching the world,
floating by on a string
this one's for you
are you listening?
she feels so distant still
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7. |
Gravestone Singer
04:05
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shifting places
ain't it crazy?
feelings faded,
isn't the best still ahead for me
life's unstable
and it's fatal
you persuaded,
me to give up everything i had
don't feel sorry,
it's not all that bad, oh no
gravestone singer
death still lingers underneath my bed
gravestone singer
over-thinker, am I
tell me stories,
i can't comprehend allegories
will you understand, if i'm sorry?
'don't just play pretend'
you assure me,
more than stories
i've tried, i've died a million times
still can't pay back for the crimes
wrap me up and isolate,
the suspect that's inside my brain
i just can't manage with all of this damage
you're just too perfect and i'm still crash-landing
and though i've descended past what you intended
you sent me a kite,
and i'll try to defend it
gravestone singer
death still lingers underneath my bed
gravestone singer
over-thinker, am I
tell me stories,
i can't comprehend allegories
will you understand, if i'm sorry?
'don't just play pretend'
you assure me,
more than stories
gravestone singer
death still lingers underneath my bed
gravestone singer
over-thinker
tell me stories,
i can't comprehend allegories
will you understand, if i'm sorry?
'don't just play pretend'
you assure me,
more than stories
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8. |
(Don't) Look My Way
03:38
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guess i can brush it off
suppose i'll let it go
maybe i'm just too soft
or just a little slow
i wish i was quicker and slicker,
like my enemies, a penalty
for not listening when i'm told
would you
post up a little bit
i'm so
lost in space, feel the temperament
and i'm
flying on adrenaline
when you look my way
don't look my way
i can't make up my mind
but i can make it up
as i go
a part-time realist,
reside in pigeon holes
fleeing continents on the run
seeking compliments from someone
breathing confidence off your tongue
would you
post up a little bit
i'm so
lost in space, feel the temperament
and i'm
flying on adrenaline
when you look my way
don't look my way
so where'd you end up?
where are you now?
a paper plane flight,
through parallel towns
i could've been yours
we could've grown old
unraveled your weapons,
the hands i can't hold
would you
post up a little bit
i'm so
lost in space, feel the temperament
and i'm
flying on adrenaline
when you look my way
don't look my way
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9. |
Wide Awake
03:39
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all my ideas are such a waste
psychotic parts,
dead works of art
the cataract i've set in place
clouds up my mind,
from time to time
attempt to keep up with the pace
i'm fighting wars,
with water guns
is it just me that's going blind?
cause sometimes faces start to rhyme
i've begun
to question some, who say
'i'm alright, cause i'm
wide awake, i'm wide awake now'
i second guess
the intellect, when they say
'i'm alright
cause i'm wide awake,
i'm wide awake now'
a part of me isn't my friend
he lives for free
in memories,
recalls the darkest melodies
well, confessions come easy to some
is it just me that's going blind?
cause sometimes faces start to rhyme
i've begun
to question some, who say
'i'm alright, cause i'm
wide awake, i'm wide awake now'
i second guess
the intellect, when they say
'i'm alright
cause i'm wide awake,
i'm wide awake now'
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10. |
End
02:56
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it's coming time to let go
of happy melodies, i know
detaching reveries from reality
or else they'll say it's over
i've been told to smile a little more
i've been told to 'lay your hopes to die'
i don't wanna let my soul go
dreaming's being alive
it's coming time to let go
of happy melodies, i know
detaching reveries from reality
cause i'm still getting older
i've been told to smile a little more
i've been told to 'lay your hopes to die'
i don't wanna let my soul go
dreaming's being alive
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thefineprint. Boston, Massachusetts
thefineprint. are an alternative rock duo formed in 2017 in Boston, Massachusetts. The band consists of Caleb Savari
(vocals, guitars, piano) and Vlad Vezikov (drums).
Inspired by a broad spectrum of alt-rock bands, their music sonically represents a wide variety of human emotion and experience.
They independently released their debut studio album named ‘kites and body bags’ on March 11, 2019.
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