The rain falls up off the street
The clocks turn back in retreat
Footsteps fall off of our feet
I can see the tears crawling up your cheek
It's turning back to pink
The slap got pulled right off of it and we all fall back into bed again.
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Wind Up
Between Rupture And Rapture
Last Call
Subway Funeral
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Biography Of A Nation
Biography Of A Nation
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Mother Mary
Division St.
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The Dream
The Equation
In Transmission
Porcelain
Common Existence
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