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Thursday - Understanding In A Car Crash
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Thursday - An Absurd And Unrealistic Dream Of Peace
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Thursday - Asleep In The Chapel
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Thursday - Signals Over The Air
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Thursday - At This Velocity
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Thursday - Between Rupture And Rapture
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Thursday - Cross Out The Eyes
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Thursday - Dying in New Brunswick
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Thursday - No Answers
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Thursday - Sparks Against The Sun
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Thursday - The Other Side Of The Crash
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Thursday - Common Existence
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Thursday - Fake Nostalgia
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Thursday - I Am The Killer
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Thursday - Paris In Flames
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Thursday - Past and Future Ruins
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Thursday - This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb
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Thursday - Turnpike Divide
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Thursday - Counting 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
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Thursday - How Long Is The Night
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Thursday - I1100
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Thursday - Magnets Caught In A Metal Heart
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Thursday - Mass as Shadows
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Thursday - Ny Batteri
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Thursday - Resuscitation Of A Dead Man
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Thursday - Steps Ascending
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Thursday - Telegraph Avenue Kiss
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Thursday - Tomorrow I'll Be You
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Thursday - Unintended Long Term Effects
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Thursday - Untitled 5
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Thursday - Voices On A String
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Thursday - !1100
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Thursday - A Darker Forest
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Thursday - A Good Song
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Thursday - A Hole In The World
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Thursday - A Sketch For Time's Arrow
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Thursday - A0001
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Thursday - Application For Release From The Dream
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Thursday - As He Climbed the Dark Mountain
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Thursday - Autobiography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Autumn Leaves Revisited
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Thursday - Beyond The Visible Spectrum
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Thursday - Biography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Circuits Of Fever
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Thursday - Concealer
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Thursday - Dead Songs
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Thursday - Division St.
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Thursday - Evacuate
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Thursday - Even Fallen In Love
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Thursday - Even The Sand Is Made Of Sea Shells
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Thursday - Fast To The End
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Thursday - For The Workforce, Drowning
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Thursday - Friends In The Armed Forces
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Thursday - I Hope You're Alone
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Thursday - Ian Curtis
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Thursday - In Transmission
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Thursday - Into The Blinding Light
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Thursday - Jet Black New Year
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Thursday - Ladies And Gentlemen: My Brother, The Failure
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Thursday - Last Call
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Thursday - Love Has Led Us Astray
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Thursday - M.Sheppard
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Thursday - Marches And Maneuvers
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Thursday - Mother Mary
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Thursday - Panic On The Streets Of Health Care City
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Thursday - Porcelain
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Thursday - Running From The Rain
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Thursday - Shut Your Mouth
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Thursday - Standing On The Edge Of Summer
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Thursday - Streaks in the Sky
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Thursday - Subway Funeral
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Thursday - Sugar In The Sacrament
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Thursday - Taking Inventory of a Frozen Lake
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Thursday - The Dotted Line
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Thursday - The Dream
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Thursday - The Equation
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Thursday - The Lovesong Writer
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Thursday - The World is Black and White
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Thursday - The Worst Vow
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Thursday - This Sadness Alone
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Thursday - This Side of Brightness
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Thursday - Understanding (In A Car Crash)
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Thursday - Untitled 2
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Thursday - War All The Time
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Thursday - We Will Overcome
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Thursday - Where the Circle Ends
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Thursday - Wind Up
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Thursday - You Were The Cancer
Dead Songs
Thursday
"Alright?" Alright.
Deadlines are winding down
Fatal clocks keep ticking off dead time
Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays
(No one hopes and no one dreams)
Nothing matters when the dead songs play
(Reject the death)
When all the color fades away,
The world is black and white
Dead breath from TV sets fill the empty houses with a dead white light
It's no surprise
Dead checks, dead sex,
Dead cigarettes flood the ambulance in the dead of night
Alright? Alright.
Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays
(No one hopes and no one dreams)
Nothing matters when the dead songs play
(Reject the death)
When all the color fades away,
The world is black and white
There's a dead song on the audio tape
The strongest magnet couldn't wipe away
Singing, "It's alright."
But it's not alright
Then: pinpricks on the back of your neck
A little voice inside you says
"When you hear dead songs, don't sing along--let it die."
Lift your small voices up
And we'll stitch these cries into a choir
Our lonely notes form chords that the orchestra just can't divide
Alright?
