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Balance
00:56
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Party Line
04:07
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Can we make it to the top? We wanna make it, but we don’t wanna suck it up. So put your hands together and put ‘em up! UP! We’ve set our sights for the top.
They say. Oh, they say. They say, “It’s all in how you carry that blame and shoulder the weight.” My name is Atlas and I’m here to say: the rock I carry will crush me. I hear it all the time. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.” But the weight is crushing. I will bury myself. I will bury myself.
Can we make it to the top? We wanna make it, but we don’t wanna suck it up. So put your hands together and put ‘em up! UP! We’ve set our sights for the top. It’s a textbook revolution and we’re going by the book. Take your cues from chapter two. Verse, chorus: here we go again. But don’t be mistaken. No, don’t mistake us. Don’t be mistaken. No, don’t mistake us.
Monday to Friday, I let the organ grind. I’m not alive behind this desk. Monkey see as Monkey do, but what’s the point of this? Were rushed towards ruin from 9 to 5. Keep your head down and just get through it. Sometimes it’s hard to swallow that this is my life, but drink it down. You’ll be fine. Drink it down- you’re fine.
Can we make it to the top? We wanna make it, but we don’t wanna suck it up. So put your hands together and put ‘em up! UP! We’ve set our sights for the top. It’s a textbook revolution and we’re going by the book. Take your cues from chapter two. Verse, chorus: here we go again. But don’t be mistaken. No, don’t mistake us. Don’t be mistaken. No, don’t mistake us.
Can we make it to the top? Can we make it to the top? Just take a second look. Not so misunderstood.
It’s all in how you carry that blame and shoulder the weight. My name is Atlas. This weight is crushing. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Keep your head down and just get through it. Sometimes it’s hard to swallow, but drink it down. You’re be fine.
Can we make it to the top? We wanna make it, but we don’t wanna suck it up. So put your hands together and put ‘em up! UP! We’ve set our sights for the top. It’s a textbook revolution and we’re going by the book. Take your cues from chapter two. Verse, chorus: here we go again. But don’t be mistaken. No, don’t mistake us. Don’t be mistaken. No, don’t mistake us.
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Babes in Arms
02:56
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Just thinkin’ of the old day. Rental halls on frozen nights. I’m piecing it together that everything was much better than we knew. So we sit, circled as friends, trying to pretend we haven’t changed a bit. But don’t pretend you can’t see. The cracks are thick and the ice is thin.
Do your best to look engaged ‘cause there’s so much you give away in your smile. I’ve heard tell it’s the end of days, but let’s not get carried away. ‘Cause I’ve hit my stride and it’s not surprise. These bonds we’ve forged can’t be broken by the hands of time. I’ve always heard them say they cast the bodies they found preserved in the ashes.
I can see it so clearly now. This place takes me back to those days. And nothing changes those faces- but we’re not the same. Can we pick up where we left off? It’s a crime to lose touch and track your friends by their distance. Don’t wanna be admired by tongue, not by heart.
We are the few who remain, though it’s in my blood to run. And the few who have stayed are born of the same heart. We are the few who remain and these arms are ready. So we put up a good fight. Yeah, we put up a good fight.
Do your best to look engaged ‘cause there’s so much you give away in your smile. I’ve heard tell it’s the end of days, but let’s not get carried away. ‘Cause I’ve hit my stride and it’s not surprise. These bonds we’ve forged can’t be broken by the hands of time. I’ve always heard them say they cast the bodies they found preserved in the ashes.
We are the few who remain. The few who have stayed. But at least I can say that we put up a good fight.
We are the few who remain. The few who have stayed. But at least I can say… Always heard they cast the bodies in the ashes.
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He
04:09
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When we first met, I knew I was the one for you. But it took a while. Through trials and tears, I’m still standing here after all these years. Can’t get your feet wet without jumping right in. So feet first, I fell in. Returning more than you can give. You will forever be indebted to me.
If we ever meet again, I would gladly be your friend. If we ever meet again, I hope that you would do it all again in the end.
You captured my heart early in the game. It quickened my pace for I was a captive. I was your slave. So I took the bait and I got swept away. Hard to think it’s been 6 years since that day. But here we are, going strong. And to this day, I would give it all away just to meet you. Hard to express, hard to describe by the look in your eyes when you walk by. Hard to express, hard to describe when you walk by. Oh, when you walk by.
If we ever meet again, I would gladly be your friend. If we ever meet again, I hope that you would do it all again in the end.
Don’t deny yourself what you need. It will only serve to defeat you. Don’t deny yourself what you need. Don’t deny yourself what you need. It will only serve to defeat you. And you’ll get what you deserve.
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Seamstress
03:54
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It’s business as usual. I get myself out of bed. Coming apart at the seams, I stitch myself back up. And the harder I try, the more I fall behind. If it’s all in my head then why is my heart so heavy? There are more than words on this paper, more to what I’m trying to say. And I thought I could take it but a stiff wind blew the roof through.
It might not be what you expected but at least it’s honest. Grit your teeth and bare it. You aren’t entitled to anything. It’s the same ticking clock and it rings so loud in my head. Youth, resurrect me. Youth won’t be the death of me.
All these bridges I have burned. I thought I had learned. I’m fighting tooth and nail ‘cause it’s heads or tails. I wish this was the punchline, but the joke was over before I started. This part is the hardest but I’ve got to pull through. They say you can’t gather fruit from the thorns. But still my hands bleed from all these thorns that I have worn.
I’m trying to find the answer without knowing which questions to ask. Have you come to hear a false prophet? Well, good things just aren’t meant to last. I’m pulling it end by end. How did I even get started. The truth is, I’ll never win but at least my aim is honest.
It might not be what you expected but at least it’s honest. Grit your teeth and bare it. You aren’t entitled to anything. It’s the same ticking clock and it rings so loud in my head. Youth, resurrect me. Youth won’t be the death of me.
When you’re sharp for gain, you stand to lose everything. So take your aim to hit the mark. The target is marked but I’m wearing down. The fire’s lit so I keep burning. The river flows, the stream runs dry. Behind the scenes, I unravel these seams. These seams.
It might not be what you expected but at least it’s honest. Grit your teeth and bare it. You aren’t entitled to anything. It’s the same ticking clock and it rings so loud in my head. Youth, resurrect me. Youth won’t be the death of me.
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Anchorites
04:17
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How did it get this way? This is more than my body can take. And you seem so far away. How did I get this way?
These days it’s a struggle to pick up the pen. Oh, these days I hesitate. They say, “You better learn to show some restraint.” But it’s not safe to stay inside and just hesitate. 19 years of steadying emotion. In just one moment, I’m back to where I left. Devices designed to defeat our vices. They are tearing me apart. These days it’s a struggle to pick up the pen. Oh, these days I hesitate.
The time for words has passed. Pick up your pace and don’t drag.
Don’t drag your feet. Better pull your weight. It’d be a big mistake not to face the truth. Just one small misstep can overtake you. Sometimes relief feels like defeat, pulling up the weeds without the roots. And I’ve got nothing to say ‘cause it’s got a hold of you.
These days it’s a struggle to pick up the pen. Oh, these days I hesitate. They say, “You better learn to show some restraint.” But it’s not safe to stay inside and just hesitate. 19 years of steadying emotion. In just one moment, I’m back to where I left. Devices designed to defeat our vices. They are tearing me apart. These days it’s a struggle to pick up the pen. Oh, these days I hesitate.
Don’t make a sound ‘cause no one’s listening. I will be your undoing or it will undo me. Don’t make me come down there. I’m already spent. I will be your undoing or it will undo me.
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She
04:08
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I never met the man who turned me down. So I guess I’ll never know. The first punch has been thrown. But you’ve got to walk before you run. So don’t hold back. Cast the first stone. Root for the little guy. He’s trying to make this work. Hope I don’t make it worse. Nothing more or less than what you’d expect. But I must confess: you are so much more. You are never second best, at least to me.
I’ve been wrong. I’ve taken too long. But I wasn’t mistaken when I found you. I’ve been wrong. I’ve taken too long. But I wasn’t mistaken when I found you. She’s been listening. She’s been waiting. She’s been waiting for this moment all along.
I’m not ready to sing this song. But if I don’t, I never will. I was always better with words, but you’re the one who made me mean it. Who’s giving and who’s receiving? Seems you’re the one who chose me. I’ve been trying to lose myself for years. But in the process I have found: that’s not the reason. You can’t change what you once were. You can only fight to keep what’s yours.
I’ve been wrong. I’ve taken too long. But I wasn’t mistaken when I found you. I’ve been wrong. I’ve taken too long. But I wasn’t mistaken when I found you. She’s been listening. She’s been waiting. She’s been waiting for this moment all along.
Swirling around inside my head, the words and this song have always been. Just waiting on the right moment to let them out. You can’t count on anyone but yourself. But I’ve always had you to pick me up and dust me off. Fear is all that’s holding you back. Don’t let it drag you down.
I’ve been wrong. I’ve taken too long. But I wasn’t mistaken when I found you. I’ve been wrong. I’ve taken too long. But I wasn’t mistaken when I found you. She’s been listening. She’s been waiting. She’s been waiting for this moment all along.
I never met the man who turned me down. So I guess I’ll never know. Cast the first stone.
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Heavyweights
03:38
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What do you do after all your dreams come true? What do you do when you finally break through? What do you do? What do you do when all your dreams come true? What do you do? It’s time to get a move on. So let’s go to work. Yeah, yeah. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Welling up inside. How much longer can I hide it? I’m ready to get started. For the sake of argument, let’s say that we’re up next. Can they handle what is coming their way? I’m ready to get started.
I wear my scars with pride. They aren’t pretty but I’ve got nothing to hide. And I’ve had the same best friends since I can remember and they’re always by my side. Always by my side.
Peeking around the edges, looking through the blinds. Hoping to catch a glimpse, that I might find... I’m getting ahead of myself. It’s not fair to tell myself that we’re gonna make it. But you can’t fake this.
It hits you right between the eyes. If I’m stuck with this daily grind, how am I gonna take it? ‘Cause let’s face it. Most of us end up nameless. But that doesn’t mean we can’t raise the stakes and play their game.
I wear my scars with pride. They aren’t pretty but I’ve got nothing to hide. And I’ve had the same best friends since I can remember and they’re always by my side. Always by my side.
Never show your age. Never give yourself away. Never show your age. Never give yourself away. Never show your age. Never give yourself away. Don’t give up just yet. Just keep breathing. Just keep at it.
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9. |
Captain's Log Pt. I
04:08
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With our sails at full mast, we can make this journey last. We’ll brave choppy waters from North winds to South seas. We’re on the brink. Let us out into the drink. With the wind at my back, I’ll keep forging ahead. Without a destination or the wind in our mast, we’ve got little guidance to lead us past the water graves of ships who never made it back. A’vast! The sea is treacherous.
We storm these seas. Let the waves crash and swallow me. Rode in on this high tide, but now I think it’s high time we float back to sea. Don’t let them crush me. They have come to swallow me. Full speed ahead, I’m washed back into these salty seas.
I could pilot this ship if it was going down. But I’m left with a rudder on solid ground. Set sail off a dry dock and set our sights for new shores. We’re sure to find our way back, for we’ve been here before. Whether the weather is cold or warm, how will you feel when the cold winds blow? Have we weathered the storm or just been worn down by the sea? I’m enslaved to these bodies of water. Let the current pull me free.
We storm these seas. Let the waves crash and swallow me. Rode in on this high tide, but now I think it’s high time we float back to sea. Don’t let them crush me. They have come to swallow me. Full speed ahead, I’m washed back into these salty seas.
If the ship is going down, please say you’ll take me. I don’t wanna drown in these waters, lungs full of regret. I don’t wanna sing a siren song, but something tells me the tides have turned. Captain goes down with the ship. All hope is lost. If the ship is going down. If the ship is going down. If the ship is going down. If the ship is going down. If the ship is going down. If the ship is going down. We storm these seas. The waves swallow me. I think it’s high time we float back to sea.
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10. |
Captain's Log Pt. II
04:34
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