| 15 songs from 15 writers
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| 5 of which are only silence
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| Remind me why I keep on trying
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| The bones in us grow in A minor, C
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| Be still
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| The greater boulders slowly fall off all our shoulders
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| Hold your hand in rolling water
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| Hear yourself make sense in mono
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| I am David — I am David!
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| I am Eloise, I’m jaded
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| We’re gonna need some new names, Mabel
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| Tell me all your favorites
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| Give me some new hearts earthquaking
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| Tell me emo’s not quite dead
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| Or say I’ve got some indie cred
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| Or put The Good Life on repeat
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| We’ve got a couple weeks or years
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| We’ve got some time to train our ears
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| To 12 new songs need underwriters
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| Interludes need arcade fires
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| Well arcades need some coins, and so do we
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| Give me The National with spiders
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| Give me The Beatles unenlightened
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| Prize fighting with The Velvet Teen
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| For some new Brand New memories on vinyl- burning for the wax
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| With some quick water on our hands
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| With dust from boulders from our past
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| I am happy, I am sound
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| I’ve got my family and my friends
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| I’ve got these 15 writers, 15 songs
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| Who said we’d all be well
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| I think I knew it all along |