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Thursday - Understanding (In A Car Crash)
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Thursday - Signals Over The Air
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Thursday - Standing On The Edge Of Summer
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Thursday - Understanding In A Car Crash
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Thursday - For The Workforce, Drowning
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Thursday - How Long Is The Night
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Thursday - Jet Black New Year
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Thursday - At This Velocity
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Thursday - Autobiography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Between Rupture And Rapture
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Thursday - Paris In Flames
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Thursday - War All The Time
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Thursday - !1100
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Thursday - A Sketch For Time's Arrow
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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 - Counting 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
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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 - I Hope You're Alone
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Thursday - I1100
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Thursday - Love Has Led Us Astray
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Thursday - Past and Future Ruins
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Thursday - Sparks Against The Sun
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Thursday - Steps Ascending
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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 Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb
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Thursday - Tomorrow I'll Be You
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Thursday - Where the Circle Ends
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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 - 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 - 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 - Common Existence
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Thursday - Concealer
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Thursday - Cross Out The Eyes
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Thursday - Dead Songs
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Thursday - Division St.
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Thursday - Dying in New Brunswick
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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 - Ian Curtis
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Thursday - In Transmission
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Thursday - Into The Blinding Light
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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 - Magnets Caught In A Metal Heart
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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
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Thursday - Ny Batteri
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Thursday - Panic On The Streets Of Health Care City
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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 - 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 - Turnpike Divide
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Thursday - Unintended Long Term Effects
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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?
