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The Postal Service
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I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes are mirror_images And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned I have to speculate That God_Himself did make us Into corresponding shapes Like puzzle_pieces from the clay And true, it may seem like a stretch But it's thoughts like that catch My_troubled_head when you're away When I am missing_you_to_death When you are out there on the road For several weeks at shows And when you scan the radio I hope this song will guide you home They won't see us waving from such great heights Come_down_now, they'll_say But everything_looks_perfect_from_far_away Come down now, but we'll_stay I tried my best to leave This all on your machine But the persistent beat It sounded thin upon listening And that frankly will not fly You will hear the shrillest highs And lowest_lows with the windows down When this is guiding you home They won't see us waving from_such_great_heights Come down now, they'll say But everything_looks_perfect from far_away Come down now, but we'll stay ... They won't see us waving from such great heights Come down now, they'll say But everything looks perfect from far away Come down now, but we'll stay (They won't see us waving from such great heights) Come down now (They won't see us waving from such great heights) Come down now
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celestias shadow
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i very much like this song
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030831
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Novice
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I LLOOOVVVEEE that song!!!
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030831
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Mike
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this song is fucking sick... soooo fucking sick
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030901
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sabbie
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and she blindfolded herself with her saftey rut and jumped feet first she jumped so high that finally, she reached the sky
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030901
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jezabel
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the air gets thin up there. not much to breathe, panting, drinking the view and the burning cold wind running knife's edge across exposed flesh. such great heights, but once traveled, the sense of questing wonder is replaced by resolve and thin, almost deniable currents of fear.
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030901
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oldephebe
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eloquent/equisite
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030901
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unhinged
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the way past comes to revisit me to hear her say she's sorry for everything she did truly and completely sorry and i thought that i hated her but it's not like that it's just that when i left her behind me i was sick so fucking sick maybe she contributed to my disease maybe my disease stopped me from contributing to her and then of course there's her disease... i am so changed without her without all that pain my life would not be in this current direction i wouldn't have been able to support and understand him when he needed me to all those trite and stupid phrases that mean nothing during the pain elucidated years later removed from it i still love her like i knew i would but the pain makes me cautious weary my own advice: good friends always come back in the end today marks the day that an epoch in my life is officially over and i stand at a greater height it all used to be so low and i stand at this greater height i was so afraid to grow yet here i am and i am thankful for all of that now thankful here i am thankful
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030902
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Siren
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I am but gathered shadows, crumpled and weeping in the corner; sick and dirty in the light that radiates off of you, You - a fallen angel in its most brilliant moment; One I dont deserve to witness... I bleed myself dry to be all you could want, knowing it could never be good enough. I wish I had the strength to give you back what you give to me in a single glance... You and your casual genious that secretes itself with your every word, leaving the fools speechless, babbling nonsense to try and keep up with you. I just stand by you and hold your hand, I fall so short next to you. -I should stand behind you... out of the spotlight that follows you.
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birdmad
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it's not the falling that hurts, just the sudden impact at the bottom
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030902
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irthesteve
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yea, that song is shit. its boring and his voice is plain. the worst part is the sound throughout the song which sounds like sandpaper rubbing against itself, its not evena musical sound. pure crap
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amy
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I know this song is pretty old, those years some kind of blackout? anyway, I've listened to it about 20 times today, which suggests that I like it, and don't get me wrong I go for the fake acupuncture sounds as much as the next girl, but there's something about it that grates. pun not intended. i so wouldn't want the freckle in my eye to match the one in the person i was kissing, and that flurry of ideas and sounds doesn't really match the emotion of missing somebody a lot. i'm starting to believe that ben gibbard doesn't make much sense, not that it matters very much. the good news is that i locate this in a very specific place in Seattle, some church that you see along I-5, north of where I lived. thrilling, huh? i just got an ipod that my dad found at work. this was on it, along with a lot of other stuff i should probably be more familiar with. although, i realize i should probably try to return it too. i think i like this song, i'm just feeling annoyed by it.
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080708
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what's it to you?
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blather
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