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Not everyone who is lost is wondering why
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Not everyone you've abandoned Is still standing by Not everyone who is lost is wondering why Sometimes a lonely way Taking your name down from the Jumbotron Find a new place to stay And a new home for the trumpeter swan We can see it now, the scratches On the back of the door We can see it now, no mistaking What you're better for Sometimes a lonely way Taken alive in an uncivil war Trophies and glass displays Rehearsals for third place, forever more Bah bah bah bah, bah bah bah Bah bah bah bah, bah bah bah Bah bah bah bah, bah bah bah Not everyone you've abandoned Is still standing by Not everyone who is lost is Wondering why Sometimes a lonely way Taking your name down from the Jumbotron Find a new place to stay And a new home for the trumpeter swan

If I wasn't sy

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If I wasn't shy If I wasn't shy

Id burn all the uniforms Id burn all the ask me buttons Id burn all the intercoms Id burn all the time clock cards

If I wasn't shy If I wasn't shy

Id steal somebody's cadillac Id steal anything I lack Id steal all the microphones From all the masters of ceremony

If I wasn't shy If I wasn't shy

Id ask you, if you don't mind, To kiss you a hundred times

If I wasn't shy If I wasn't shy

Your Own Worst Enemy
It's your own worst enemy Ringing the bell on the door And the person inside says nobody's home So your own worst enemy peeks inside And sees you softly weeping as some music fills the room

And the song they play Is that guy with the messed up face Going, precious and few are the moments that you And your own worst enemy share

Full bottle in front of me Time to roll up my sleeves And get to work And after many glasses of work I get paid in the brain

And the song they play Is that guy with the messed up face Going, precious and few are the moments that you And your own worst enemy share

And the song they play Is that guy with the messed up face Going, precious and few are the moments that you And your own worst enemy share

It's your own worst enemy

It's not my birthday
Well the rain falls down without my help I'm afraid And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent When this grey world crumbles like a cake I'll be hanging from the hope That I'll never see that recipe again

As I walk, I think about a new way to walk As I think, I'm using up the time left to think And this train keep rolling off the track Trying to act like something else Trying to go where it's been uninvited

It's not my birthday It's not today It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me? When the word comes down, "Never more will be around" Though I'll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear And I'm not the only dust my mother raised

So, I'm rattling the bars around this drink tank Discreetly I should pour through the keyhole or evaporate completely But there'd be no percentage, and there'd be no proof And the sound upon the roof is only water

And the rain falls down without my help I'm afraid And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent When this grey world crumbles like a cake I'll be hanging from the hope That I'll never see that recipe again

It's not my birthday It's not today It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me? When the word comes down, "Never more will be around" Though I'll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear And I'm not the only dust my mother raised I am not the only dust my mother raised

The Elements
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Spiraling Shape
TMBG wishes to make the case that not all of our songs have a single strict interpretation, but "Spiraling Shape" is generally about the fervent embrace and then abandonment of a cultural "bubble." It might be "smart" drugs, it might be virtual whatever, or it could simply be spin art. Steve Light adds his snazzy vibraphone to this swirling cut."

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