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you might've been right
00:57
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i top this off and send it far to everyone's who's hurt me
i thought i could get back at ya'll like you did not deserve me
except now i think you might've been right
what a disappointing flight
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2. |
There There
02:28
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worry, don't be so worried
it wont make you any taller
might even smite you smaller
than you ever were before
i can promise to you
there ain't nothing that you thought through
that's worth thinking again
wont make your car run better
wont move you from under the weather
wont make your hair grow longer
it'll never make you stronger
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Sorns
03:20
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the sunrise woke me from my pod
it was just flame
i stood up as the drugs wore off, unafraid
amazed
thick as daises on an uncut lawn
the stars spread out ahead and around
i should be scared but my fear's gotten lost
in the worlds spread out ahead and around
i could see the ground below through the rain
waves like whipped cream bound with stone lined the bay
what i heard last night in the saloon made me warned
"he'll eat from our hands once he sees the sorns"
i dont know what that is
but it don't sound nice
it distracted them for a minute
i ran for my life
thick as daises on an uncut lawn
the stars spread out ahead and around
any plans to return home is gone
this is home now, ahead and around
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Skins
01:45
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Stripes
05:54
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i wanna take an ambitious route
the shaping of my heart happened at the mouth
of this river
their cult's got me itching sores on my knees
i realize maybe i can get clean
in this river
you've gotta earn your stripes, but are you ready for that life?
woke up lonesome polishing my empty spoon
licking up my bug bites i can't find no food
in this terrain
following the pale torches behind the mist
through poison fruits and bamboo shoots and all the shifts
in this terrain
you've gotta earn your stripes, but are you ready for that life?
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6. |
Meet Me
03:13
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can't feel the rumble of the road
can't hear the rattling of bones
meet me at the crisis
can't see the blinding of the metal
can't taste the sweat from my temple
meet me at the crisis
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7. |
Map it Out
03:06
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the darkness covers on me faster than I ever would have planned
could I have drawn that I would be here now? Would you have let me try to map it out?
come on over let me slip your burdens off
let me know, I care for you
it often seems we're running against each other
i'd like to think we're running to
don't fight me forever
i'm trying to make it better
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Jacob's Pillow
02:27
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Rearview
03:08
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i'm losing it, I'd evaporate but I know tomorrow I'd just rain down again
we're finished, complete. At least now I know
i caught the sunset in my rearview
first it was purple and then it was gray
at the time I was thinking maybe, ya know, it would never fade
you make me cry, but I know we both had no say when this would break
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10. |
Spins
02:56
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spins slow at the center
but if you look backwards
there's waves piling onshore
it makes me uneasy
cause somebody's lying
but they both make a straight face
i aimed nothing
i hit a bullseye
where does it set when it goes down?
it took me longer to be just like her
she thinks i'm a pro now, how should i take that?
if the sun hides how long does it set?
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11. |
Doubt Reprise
04:37
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i read so many damn stories my eyes about crossed
i closed 'em, sang glory with the choir of the lost
i know what I know and I know you gotta choose
you gotta choose
help me, don't you want me on your side?
could you pick me up from this world of clandestines?
there aint a doubt in my mind
this world and it's treasures keep pushing me down
the slide of pleasure headfirst into the ground
and in my stupor I often found you gotta choose
you abuse you
blessed assurance, I'm tripping on the fence
i don't come through: Why do I do?
all that my parents taught me became instinct
i dove into your word
guard my soul like a watchdog
awake all through the night
and when comes in an invader
bite em clear right through the thigh
i've got no self control
got no patience truth or love
i know they'd be hard to keep
i didn't know it'd be this tough
c'mon a lift me up
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Cooled Jets Syracuse, New York
Samuel has been making music as Cooled Jets since 2015 with an emphasis on experimental production and personal lyrics.
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