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We're Here Now
03:58
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Sometimes I get nostalgic
When I’m wasting time.
I think of how we’d hang out
With nothing on our minds
‘cept what if, why, and how
things got so messed up.
No need to make decisions,
But now…
Remembering a sunset
A smile upon your face
Lit up my emotions
While the darkness took place.
I wonder what it’d be like
If we went back in time.
Could we make it right?
Or would we fuck it up again?
But now there’s no time for contemplation.
I’m sick of all this anticipation.
Is this the real world?
When did I grow up?
I still have questions.
Things weren’t what they used to be,
But we’re here now.
Dropping quarters at the arcade
Listening to a new CD
That’s how we used to kill time,
Now time is killing me.
I got the latest cell phone
It answers itself.
But it asks so many questions
I leave it on the shelf.
Chorus
Solo
These memories serve a purpose.
We learn to recognize
when something is a costume
and when it's a disguise.
How can you tell the difference?
Get the latest update.
Gotta make the papers.
What is the deadline?
Someone get a crash cart...
I'm about to flatline.
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I’ve got a long list
Of things to do before I die
It’s pointless,
But I check each one off that I try.
Every time I achieve a new trick up my sleeve
There’s another button coming undone.
then you, you come outta nowhere
and now I share what once was mine
and less is more infinite time
to dream what we can do
and do what dreams come true
It’s endless
The amount of junk I got on my desk.
And I’m restless
So I wrestle with the meaninglessness
There’s no way to relate. I feel like a fake,
And I can’t afford to make a mistake.
chorus
I’ve got a long list
Of things to do before I die
I raise a tight fist
And beat a rhythm into the sky
The rain starts to fall and I hear the call
Of music coming out of the air.
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No Refrain
04:06
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Aron Van Alstine Ojai, California
Bull fighter. Ballerina. Game show host. Ex-teenager. Future dinosaur. Commander of cats. Faker of resumes. Delusional bassoonist.
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