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		<title>A Day At The Fair &#8211; The Dude Abides</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[it&#8217;s as if you started out on the front page paper newstand pixelated in black and white, this picture of you now is still beautiful somehow armed with a guy that&#8217;s not me
tonight this candle will burn this to ashes and drink away problems still I seem to have this
the sight of your lips as [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>it&#8217;s as if you started out on the front page paper newstand pixelated in black and white, this picture of you now is still beautiful somehow armed with a guy that&#8217;s not me</p>
<p>tonight this candle will burn this to ashes and drink away problems still I seem to have this</p>
<p>the sight of your lips as they&#8217;re locked onto his, now it&#8217;s over, the way that his eyes are locked onto all that I have</p>
<p>it&#8217;s as if I&#8217;m fading out, you&#8217;re holding onto his hand still thinking that I&#8217;m alright, the thought of you right now is making me sick now holding the guy that&#8217;s not me</p>
<p>glass half empty time more wasted just swallowing sights but my eyes can&#8217;t taste this</p>
<p>this is me now, this is what you&#8217;ve done to me, I&#8217;m bent and bruised and I&#8217;m taking this away</p>
<p>this is me<br />
I&#8217;m alone now, I don&#8217;t need anyone</p>
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		<title>A Day At The Fair &#8211; The Beautiful Double Sided Sword</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 16:16:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[this parking lot, these windows fog transparancy, this radio dubs all of me, august felt us kissing under waterfalls, salty faces choked up on goodbye, it&#8217;s the last time
these songs won&#8217;t sound the same after tonight, buried locked and chained after tonight, keep thinking everything that we&#8217;ve lost is all we are, two years built [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>this parking lot, these windows fog transparancy, this radio dubs all of me, august felt us kissing under waterfalls, salty faces choked up on goodbye, it&#8217;s the last time</p>
<p>these songs won&#8217;t sound the same after tonight, buried locked and chained after tonight, keep thinking everything that we&#8217;ve lost is all we are, two years built on ashes of our hearts</p>
<p>lights out, shut off this radio, this song&#8217;s been killing me again, still scratching broken records as you just take my heart again, lights out shut off this radio, this song&#8217;s been killing me again, part of your broken motive, as you just break my heart again</p>
<p>and i&#8217;ll never hear just like heaven again, and not think back to all that it meant, curing us with words that plague me now, and i&#8217;ll hate you for all of your life for coming in contact with mine, stabbing us both with the stabbing of this double sided sword&#8230;</p>
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		<title>A Day At The Fair &#8211; Shoebox Greeting</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 16:16:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[the ghost in the picture, the smile on the face, the absence of words, are taking the place of what&#8217;s inside you, what&#8217;s inside me? the shoebox is open, to what we left behind, I kept all of your letters, do you have one of mine? to remember the stories that pass through our lives
do [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the ghost in the picture, the smile on the face, the absence of words, are taking the place of what&#8217;s inside you, what&#8217;s inside me? the shoebox is open, to what we left behind, I kept all of your letters, do you have one of mine? to remember the stories that pass through our lives</p>
<p>do you remember the names as forgotten or fading away</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve tried holding your words in my heart and under my pillow to dream you will not be a stranger be a stranger in my life it overflows with this box of you open and closing the life we had it&#8217;s broken and fading away</p>
<p>the ghost in the picture is smiling and waving goodbye<br />
the ghost in the picture, is smiling and waving goodbye<br />
is this all we have now?<br />
is this all we have now?</p>
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		<title>A Day At The Fair &#8211; No Lights On Weldon</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 16:16:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[we made our plans to meet tonight under street lights of suburban U.S.A. nostalgia that I keep on playing on the mix will play that life made for you and it&#8217;s telling me that we&#8217;ve all found something true embedded in nights like tonight and we move on let&#8217;s wish on stars like we used [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>we made our plans to meet tonight under street lights of suburban U.S.A. nostalgia that I keep on playing on the mix will play that life made for you and it&#8217;s telling me that we&#8217;ve all found something true embedded in nights like tonight and we move on let&#8217;s wish on stars like we used I&#8217;ll tell you how much I have missed you</p>
<p>we&#8217;re spending all our lives, like we did tonight, knowing we can work this out, there are roads and signs, that lead us home sometime, knowing we will work it, we will work it out</p>
<p>we can find where this belongs like summer hymns and punk rock songs we love the outcome of our lonely life cause this season holds it&#8217;s heart in hand like allergies to swollen glands we know keep growing on nights like to night as we move on let&#8217;s drive these roads like we used to and pretend that the pavement still knows you</p>
<p>we&#8217;re spending all our lives, like we did tonight, knowing we can work this out, there are roads and signs, that lead us home sometime, knowing we will work it, we will work it out</p>
<p>this is one night, built from our lives, in this town we left to love, this is my life, this is my time, and I&#8217;ll take you there, I&#8217;ll take you all back home</p>
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		<title>A Day At The Fair &#8211; Neoteny</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 16:15:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[vacancy I&#8217;m not ready to throw your tears away I&#8217;m not believing that my mind will forget you someday, you said I would be alright but I keep on waiting I keep you hanging from strings of my heart that ties itself to you
I still drive the car with these automatic windows we loved so [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>vacancy I&#8217;m not ready to throw your tears away I&#8217;m not believing that my mind will forget you someday, you said I would be alright but I keep on waiting I keep you hanging from strings of my heart that ties itself to you</p>
<p>I still drive the car with these automatic windows we loved so much as we smoked our fears away I&#8217;m still hanging on dreams of castles and clouds and white picket fences and you spending your life with me&#8230;</p>
<p>you said that I&#8217;d be alright you said that I&#8217;d be o.k. well I&#8217;m not and I&#8217;m miserable and I&#8217;m drinking tonight to remember how good it once felt back when life felt real</p>
<p>I&#8217;ll never give you up I&#8217;ll never find love without having an answer of why it&#8217;s not attached to you</p>
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