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Dirt roads, old cars, burnt oil, lovely hearts.
All I breathe in, bleeds out, falls apart.
Table cleared, dinner served - a modest start.
Held back tears, never felt, pulled this hard.
Dark skin, light hearts, unadorned, simple lives.
I try to measure all my thoughts, all at once.
And things seem clear.
We've been lost from the start.

It finally did its time.
One million keystrokes by
and I've never saved another's life.
mmm, why didn't I choose-
mmm, -the other way?
mmm, damned if I go,
mmm, damned if I stay.

You're beautiful
In ways you'll never know
And in ways you'll never show
The light's in me

And I can't seem to get you out
Of my desperate longing mind
I'm spending dangerous amounts of time

Murderous art has its grips on me - can't wrap myself around internally. I can't seem to put my name on anything. Our innocence yields to American dreams. Our innocence yields to pathetic conceit. Our innocence yields when our pocket's empty. The softest hearts break when the deed is done. I'll patiently wait for new days to come, then I'll wake and rise to write another song. Our innocence yields when we do it alone. The exodus begins now. I'll travel 'round and find you once more. You're reaching out less than before, but I know you're there.

17. Gregor Samsa - Untitled II
Gregor Samsa has always been a collective that has worshipped patience. Although the band generally favors the quiet, pensive moments in music, it is no stranger to the freedom of unrestrained chaos and the eruption of emotion. "Untitled II" sticks closely to the post-rock book in terms of structure, but its climax is especially beautiful, blending gorgeous instrumentation with assertive guitars and dueling vocals. It's quite rare that the the lyrics in a post-rock track heighten the experience, but when Champ Bennet and Nikki King sing "You love me more than I will never know," a wave of sentiment washes over the listener and percolates deep to the core. "Untitled II" is the perfect bittersweet combination. (Jordan Volz)

Faded tissues
Getting no sleep
Lay my head down
She walks back again

She takes her knife out
Eyes alert now
Holds my hands out