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Thursday - Signals Over The Air
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Thursday - How Long Is The Night
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Thursday - Standing On The Edge Of Summer
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Thursday - Taking Inventory of a Frozen Lake
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Thursday - The World is Black and White
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Thursday - Understanding (In A Car Crash)
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Thursday - A Hole In The World
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Thursday - A0001
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Thursday - An Absurd And Unrealistic Dream Of Peace
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Thursday - At This Velocity
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Thursday - Counting 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
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Thursday - Cross Out The Eyes
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Thursday - Division St.
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Thursday - Dying in New Brunswick
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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 - For The Workforce, Drowning
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Thursday - Love Has Led Us Astray
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Thursday - Magnets Caught In A Metal Heart
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Thursday - Panic On The Streets Of Health Care City
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Thursday - Streaks in the Sky
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Thursday - Telegraph Avenue Kiss
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Thursday - The Other Side Of The Crash
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Thursday - This Side of Brightness
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Thursday - This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb
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Thursday - Tomorrow I'll Be You
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Thursday - Understanding In A Car Crash
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Thursday - War All The Time
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Thursday - Where the Circle Ends
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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 Sketch For Time's Arrow
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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 - Asleep In The Chapel
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Thursday - Autobiography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Autumn Leaves Revisited
- 39
Thursday - Between Rupture And Rapture
- 40
Thursday - Beyond The Visible Spectrum
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Thursday - Biography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Circuits Of Fever
- 43
Thursday - Common Existence
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Thursday - Concealer
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Thursday - Dead Songs
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Thursday - Evacuate
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Thursday - Fake Nostalgia
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Thursday - Fast To The End
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Thursday - Friends In The Armed Forces
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Thursday - I Am The Killer
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Thursday - I Hope You're Alone
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Thursday - I1100
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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 - M.Sheppard
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Thursday - Marches And Maneuvers
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Thursday - Mass as Shadows
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Thursday - Mother Mary
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Thursday - No Answers
- 64
Thursday - Ny Batteri
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Thursday - Paris In Flames
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Thursday - Past and Future Ruins
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Thursday - Porcelain
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Thursday - Resuscitation Of A Dead Man
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Thursday - Running From The Rain
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Thursday - Shut Your Mouth
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Thursday - Sparks Against The Sun
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Thursday - Steps Ascending
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Thursday - Subway Funeral
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Thursday - Sugar In The Sacrament
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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 Worst Vow
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Thursday - This Sadness Alone
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Thursday - Turnpike Divide
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Thursday - Unintended Long Term Effects
- 83
Thursday - Untitled 2
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Thursday - Untitled 5
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Thursday - Voices On A String
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Thursday - We Will Overcome
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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?
