i need sleep, i need it so bad

i hate when bands i love have creative differences. maybe that's what makes them so great in the first place...but it still sucks. i still can't get over how much i love this is me smiling. i'm glad i got to see them live before they broke-up, more or less.

i'm standing on the tracks and i'm missing the train,
sleep, take me into your world,
sleep, i need it so bad,
i'm staring at the facts and i'm losing my brain,
sleep, take me into your world.

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i'll make it through,
the moments without you,
i've chosen exile for the view
and I won't come down 'til sunday,...
Inside the vacant cabin,
the fire will not start,
i'll have a glass of wine to warm my heart.

outside the northwest window,
a flock of birds goes by,
i wonder how they stay so side by side.

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crossing a fine line,
between you and me,
mixin' up adjectives,
like jealous and sweet,
taking up all your time,
for my security,


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every spoken word is a waste of breath,
every memory will be lost in death,
every induction leads to the same pretense,
every conclusion seems like the best defense.

and we'll never back up what we say,
until the night turns into day,
and time will go away,

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i'm thinking about my friends
and what they say when i'm not there
do they talk about me like there's something i can't see?
i don't care.

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at the end of the day,
you got nothing but carried away.
what can i say,
but goodbye to each new day?

i can't believe i believed it this time.

no feel,
everything like it is real,

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you're lying there on the floor,
with the bottle in your hand,
a note you wrote 'cause you were tired,
of thinking the same hackneyed thoughts,
you're done trying to understand,
every time i see you down,
i remind you,
that the world's still movin' around,
we're all breathin' in different beats,
to maintain the rhythm,
the sequence of living,
take that however you'll take it,

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the facts never matter,
and nor does the face that gets saved,. . .
comfortable sleep in sheets and blankets,
spinning the earth in my eyes,
slipping it up in all directions now,
i'm going in to find you,
inside the mind you,
convinced yourself you'd beaten for good,
trouble shot your conscience,
rekeyed your instincts,
your memory holds on,
thinks that it should,

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another use for those prerscription drugs, enough sleep to cure every ailment, to wake up and the city is silent.

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as cute as the suitor gets,
there's more to overcome,
a catalogue of fond regrets,
brings timely motivation.

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the hour and the second hand racing 'til midnight,
a thought loses all it's lines,

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open wounds in the sky,
heal as my patience dies.

now i wanna be alone,
sing into my pillow,
you gave me your directions,
i memorized the turns,
the keys are in the ignition,