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Thursday - Understanding In A Car Crash
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Thursday - For The Workforce, Drowning
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Thursday - I Am The Killer
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Thursday - Ian Curtis
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Thursday - Subway Funeral
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Thursday - War All The Time
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Thursday - A Hole In The World
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Thursday - Autobiography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Autumn Leaves Revisited
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Thursday - Circuits Of Fever
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Thursday - Concealer
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Thursday - Even The Sand Is Made Of Sea Shells
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Thursday - Fake Nostalgia
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Thursday - I Hope You're Alone
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Thursday - Mother Mary
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Thursday - Standing On The Edge Of Summer
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Thursday - Turnpike Divide
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Thursday - Untitled 5
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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 - A0001
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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 - Between Rupture And Rapture
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Thursday - Beyond The Visible Spectrum
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Thursday - Biography Of A Nation
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Thursday - Common Existence
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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 - Dead Songs
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Thursday - Division St.
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Thursday - Dying in New Brunswick
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Thursday - Evacuate
- 40
Thursday - Even Fallen In Love
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Thursday - Fast To The End
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Thursday - Friends In The Armed Forces
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Thursday - How Long Is The Night
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Thursday - I1100
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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 - Magnets Caught In A Metal Heart
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Thursday - Marches And Maneuvers
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Thursday - Mass as Shadows
- 55
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 - 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 - Signals Over The Air
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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 - 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 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 - Unintended Long Term Effects
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Thursday - Untitled 2
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Thursday - Voices On A String
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Thursday - We Will Overcome
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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?
