The Last Great Washington State

Never be sorry for the lack of response
 Your hand on my arm before we were lost
 The horizon just laughed to see us fall off
 Your face in a jar I constantly dropped
 You have him now but I'll have you later
 The phone is a gossip
 The clock is a murderer
 My time is her burden
 Your voice is his slumber
 How long have we been here?
 I can't quite remember my name
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 I had you pegged as one who would throw me
 Away from your shoreline
 Into the galaxy
 Where moons are a fool
 Stars climb eternity
 Long after voids
 And handwritten destiny
 Long after voices return from the telephone
 Cut off from color
 Leave everyone you know
 They'll let you down
 I'll let you talk into the sky
 That he keeps turning off like a light
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 Praises fall short from the hands of the choir
 Who all stand in judgement and funerals pyre
 Now that you're dead
 They wait for the symphonies
 Conductors retire to the bed of our sympathy
 Losing our minds on yesterday's tragedy
 Are you surprised they're singing in harmony?
 Flooding the hallways
 I notice the exit signs pointing the way out
 I knew they were onto us along
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 Your suitcase fits well in the room you are living in
 Quick to leave town
 Is it how you imagined it?
 Alone with your ghosts, and the question mark protagonist
 Leaving you in deserts in search of the answers
 To all of the questions that lead to more questions
 Afraid to stand up or lose your salvation
 Stop and rewind
 They all change the station
 The story hits home too close for their liking
 "Stick to the script where your lovers are dying"
 Bored and annoyed
 You're not even trying to turn us on
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 And the building was on fire
 When I saw you step out
 Afraid of your ghosts, and highly in doubt
 When you knew along
 Not even your cloud
 Would ever withstand the song from your mouth
 So they took all your scripts
 And the rain from your eyes
 They're cashing it in for the next passing ride
 To some other city you made up in your mind
 They missed when you died
 So they're hitting rewind
 What good is living if you can't write your ending?
 You're always in doubt of the truths you're defending
 Seeing yourself in others' ideas
 I'll write you from somewhere
 And call you from later on
 I'll need a good time
 You'll need a daydream
 Helplessly helpless
 "I am alive, can you hear me?"
 Sleeping in motion
 I love you Washington State
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 Sleeping in motion
 I love you Washington State
 Sleeping in motion
 I love you Washington State
 Sleeping in motion
 I love you Washington State