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The Mother, The Mechanic, and The Path
Disc 1
01. Money in His Hand
02. The Rest of My Life
03. Decoration
04. No Good at Saying Sorry (One More Chance)
05. This Wasn't in Our Plan
06. The One That You Hated
07. Long Talks
08. Outside
09. Make a Decision
10. The Car in 20
11. Figure It Out
Disc 2
01. My Lack of Skill
02. A Little More Time
03. Little Black Heart
04. Hair
05. Driving South
06. Scared to Lose
07. From Here to L.A.
08. Is It My Fault
09. I Don't Know How to Say This
10. The Truth Is
11. 1000 Times a Day
Disc 3
01. Intro
02. We Grew Up the Same
03. Runaway
04. Session 01
05. This Is Love
06. Session 02
07. We're Finding Something Out
08. Session 03
09. Decoration
10. Session 04
11. Uncle
12. Session 05
13. Never Coming Back
14. Guess What
15. Session 06
16. You Don't Know What It's Like
17. Session 07
18. Look at Me
19. Session 08
20. Session 08 Part II
21. Runaway II
22. Session 09
23. I Think This Is Love
24. A Bigger Meaning
First day of the rest of my life
I never want it to go
A blank stare from a positive mind
Is all I want you to know

Passed down by the hands of the wise
And what they showed me was broke.
Kicked out by the brute of the bunch,
I never wanted a show.

Passed out from misuse of the sunlight,
Without a, a mechanical device.
Anymore comfort rolls in a pack of twenty
With all the hands to protect you
From the ghouls and the bears
And uncomfortable stares
That will illegally taunt you.

First day of the rest of my life
I never wanted to go
A blank stare from a positive mind
Is all I wanted to know.

Brought up by the love of my life,
Though never knowing it shows
In no time I'll be counting the line
Between my sickness and gold

Passed out from misuse of the sunlight,
Without a, a mechanical device.
Anymore comfort rolls in a pack of twenty
With all the hands to protect you
From the ghouls and the bears
And uncomfortable stares
That will illegally taunt you.

All my life I've waited for days
That wait for days that wait forever
All this waitin' never got me paid
But I don't want money 'cause it gets you faster
All my life I've waited for days
That wait for days that wait forever
All this waitin' never got me paid
But I don't want money 'cause it gets you faster

Passed out from misuse of the sunlight,
Without a, a mechanical device.
Anymore comfort rolls in a pack of twenty
With all the hands to protect you
From the ghouls and the bears
And uncomfortable stares
That will illegally taunt you.