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Breathing In Stereo Modern Baseball The Old Gospel Choir Modern Baseball There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front But I had no bucks to get here lies they ran out of luck On the back of it Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that you're not smart, just a prick What If... Modern Baseball When I was younger I thought of caring As a reason for some to praise me, in envy So humble and kind No better person Now that I'm older I've seen what I've been Ruthless, ungrateful, always trying to Two Good Things Modern Baseball Trying hard not to look like I'm trying that hard Failing miserably at everything, including that Making plans in my head right before I go to sleep Trying to think of who could make a better me than me Apartment Modern Baseball The first time I saw you was in your apartment I had followed my friends single file through the darkness I looked your direction for excessive inspection And I could not muster the courage to say a single Everyday Modern Baseball gave me time to take Of your truth I was starved and you were full I drove back home I drove back home, when you got sicker Disputing claims you still held, the TV clicker And his face was flushed still in Mass Modern Baseball Pulled over at midday The joker's still wet behind the ears He hands off a novel of novice citations outside the service station The glue sets beneath our heels My baby's in Massachusetts And all this Wedding Singer Modern Baseball Find it hard to believe tonight In a curiously well kept house built before I was born This year we're gonna stamp out the sorry feeling Rain on summer vacation five blocks from Tasker Morris Station Fucked Holy Ghost Modern Baseball He's been haunting my dreams at night I've been bleeding from tripping in the dark Trying to turn on the light Trying to turn on the light He's been haunting my dreams alright I've been hollering at him Notes Modern Baseball Dear long, dark hair I write cause I know you'll forget You could be Seeing green in a wastebasket tomorrow No repulsion toward my premature indulgences If you can't recall a word I said And I like those Pothole Modern Baseball The fossils of my footsteps will be unearthed At a far off date unknown Impressed in concrete from walking home alone After walking you home And the mops of greasy hair Will romanticize my despair But Apple Cider, I Don't Mind Modern Baseball love me Biopsy from the origin of sound Confirms you're speaking truthfully Concludes everything I thought about Is this past or present I can't seem to make it all out What's truths betrayal I find in Hiding Modern Baseball rest Are the ones that used to prod and pester and keep me up Swinging open doors I swore I'd shut Pouring pewter Amassing coins to displace debt to you My straight line shooter Let me learn here I am in Broken Cash Machine Modern Baseball napkins Praying something cool might happen The sun explodes, we die The world ends Talking to my friends about stuff Nasty beer and plastic handcuffs Back when them and you and me Would share our space in Going To Bed Now Modern Baseball bad you haven't figured that out What do you call someone Who calls you out on DIY ethics you don't embody As he drains his dad and mommy's monthly data plan An asshole With an iPhone I'll admit, I'm in Rock Bottom Modern Baseball coffee and garlic The five cups I had this morning are getting to me I gotta go I got the worst fucking spins Then you, you ask if I gotta leave And I wish that I could say no But we’re so caught up in Note To Self Modern Baseball Holt's above my hideout I dug this hole beneath the floorboards Buzzing bad and locked in Try to not recall Counting numbered days From the wheel we cried to clutch Looking for some inspired land But all Fine, Great Modern Baseball I hate worrying about the future Cause all my current problems are based around the past And I hate when you call me late at night Just to check in to make sure I got nothing to be sad about But it's alright Your Graduation Modern Baseball It’s been a day or years of me thinkin’ ‘bout you everyday Sometimes for hours, sometimes in passing Saw you from the bottom of the staircase Stood out for hours as you complained About how you haven’t Coding These To Lukens Modern Baseball fire Spit blood Spit fast I'm heated I'm sure this won't linger More than it has to Get out of my way Steadfast I'm Fiending I'm a certain kind of way A certain kind of way, tonight I know it can't be in Charlie Black Modern Baseball Timmy Bowers Modern Baseball Just Another Face Modern Baseball Coming Up For Air Modern English wants to lose All the magic that's inside All the colors of the rainbow And the treasures that we hide If you want to keep it Then tears just aren't enough Don't live off all your memories Start drowning in Baseball Michael Franks I hear him yell, "strike", and it's a good call It's so hard to keep my eyes on the ball (chorus) On the baseball Love is just like baseball All it is is baseball Love is just Hot Rod Mama (Stereo Version) T.Rex Hot rod mama moving like a motor cycle devil in a race Blown out my mind, I can't keep up the pace I'm selling all my midnight, still broke and living on the ground My gone little mama cut out without Baseball 주니토니 Stereo Alex Keeper Our love's in stereo Our love's in stereo I need you to slow down Cause they're messing around This is how we're feeling like Our love's in stereo Our love's in stereo I need you to slow down Cause they're Stereo Jax Jones, Emei Remember the nights when you would never let go I'm missing you in stere-ere-ere-ere-o You're calling my name and I can hear the echo I'm missing you in stereo And I think of you I still taste your lips Stereo America Stereo We hear both sides We sympathize We live our lives in stereo The left and the right The dark and the light We wrestle with the balance We change our tone We leave our phone And tape record