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"Last Of The Great Pretenders" by Matt Nathanson, which was released in 2013 and consists of 11 songs.
Annie's Always Waiting
On the outskirts of the wreckage,
Out in the sun under the golden gate,
Annie said she was waiting
For the next one to leave.
She had a masters degree
That's what she said to me,
Laughed when she said it,
Flat on our backs in the grass
Early morning, autumn light.
White washed walls and children playing.
The air is still, I smell the bakery.
Lying here in last night's clothes,
Mexican girls and Sunday dresses.
Fill the sidewalks up, Guerrero street.
Save me, I get lost so easy.
C'mon and lift the fog, my birthday girl.
I'd kill anyone who'd treat you as bad as I do
I'd love to believe it all works out
July 4th parade wrapped in beach towels
Under a fireworks display
I close my eyes and
Dream about you, dream about you
Sun so bright
You're just a shadow fading out, and
It feels like summer
I like the way the streetlights finger paint your body.
Fireworks off the roof glowing in your eyes.
Wearing my jacket, voice like an angel h-hey hey.
I felt alive, for the first time in my life.
I held you tight, and the crowd sang Auld Lang Syne.
Where gearing meets the sea, you turned and said to me, this year year was ours.
Ship lights look like stars stars out in the distance.
We're as young now as we're ever gonna be.
Your hand in my pocket, heart like a rocket, h-hey hey.
Maybe this heart of mine is paralyzed,
'Cause b's out building rocket ships
And shooting for the skies.
I had a fucked up week that lasted years.
I landed like a cannonball,
Waiting for the crowd to cheer.
Kill The Lights
My head's a stereo I can't turn off.
You said I should learn to sing along.
In your bedroom out on taraval,
We were haunted by everything we wanted.
Kill the lights,
I'm afraid of nothing.
The church of your curves,
The ghost inside us,
The last temptation.
Rent love, run in circles.
Sweet fiction silhouette.
Meet me at 9th and irving,
Letís do things we can both regret.
Itís all there in your chipped red fingernails.
Itís all there in the twist of your pigtails.
Itís the way she walks,
The way she talks,
Last Days Of Summer In San Francisco
We spent July in a Berkeley basement,
Half read books, and bold declarations.
There was so much I didn't believe in
And then, there was you.
You made me brave,
You made me stupid
Gave me this skin, that I could move in.
We're gonna leave them where they stand
Leave them where they -
I had a dream you died
And I just wanna be with you tonight
Mission bells were ringing
I let you get away
I let you get away
What kind of man misunderstands
A woman like you?
Sky High Honey
I bet you're laughing at some joke he told you
With his arm around your sunburnt shoulders
I spent the morning with my face against the window seat
Looking down at all the things that got the best of me
No more late night drives to Boston
No more Cure songs to get lost in
No more taxis, subway tokens
Arms wide open, I'm sky high honey - gone
Sunday New York Times
Leaves and the rain falling outside.
Taxi waited in the street.
Gave you my keys, told you I'd try...
But we both knew better didn't we?
I made my way to jfk in world record time,
Hoping I would miss the flight.
You and I were fighting sleep.
Beautiful wasted promises we promised to keep,
At least 'til we said goodbye.
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