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Thursday - A Hole In The World
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Thursday - War All The Time
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Thursday - A0001
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Thursday - Autumn Leaves Revisited
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Thursday - Between Rupture And Rapture
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Thursday - Evacuate
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Thursday - Even Fallen In Love
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Thursday - Last Call
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Thursday - Porcelain
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Thursday - Resuscitation Of A Dead Man
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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 - Even The Sand Is Made Of Sea Shells
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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 - Into The Blinding Light
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Thursday - Ladies And Gentlemen: My Brother, The Failure
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Thursday - Magnets Caught In A Metal Heart
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Thursday - Mass as Shadows
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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 - Past and Future Ruins
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Thursday - Running From The Rain
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Thursday - Sparks Against The Sun
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Thursday - Standing On The Edge Of Summer
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Thursday - Steps Ascending
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Thursday - This Side of Brightness
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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 - Understanding In A Car Crash
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Thursday - Unintended Long Term Effects
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Thursday - We Will Overcome
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Thursday - You Were The Cancer
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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 - An Absurd And Unrealistic Dream Of Peace
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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 - At This Velocity
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Thursday - Autobiography Of A Nation
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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 - Dead Songs
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Thursday - Dying in New Brunswick
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Thursday - Fake Nostalgia
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Thursday - Fast To The End
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Thursday - How Long Is The Night
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Thursday - I Am The Killer
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Thursday - I1100
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Thursday - In Transmission
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Thursday - Jet Black New Year
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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 - No Answers
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Thursday - Ny Batteri
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Thursday - Paris In Flames
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Thursday - Shut Your Mouth
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Thursday - Signals Over The Air
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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 - Telegraph Avenue Kiss
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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 Other Side Of The Crash
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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 Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb
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Thursday - Turnpike Divide
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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 - Where the Circle Ends
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Thursday - Wind Up
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?
