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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
Your mission is set
You've only two hours
For everything is lost
And swallowed by light
So do this with care
But don't waste your time
'Cause this is all we've got

You're making time
You've got the cure
But the virus by your side
You wait till it's right
Then you strike
And you bring out all you've got

Maybe someday you'll find a way to balance pressure
But you're slow and you're jealous like a child
Waking up things that found a way to dream forever
Get your gun, 'cause the flock is flying in

Your dress is nice
Casual, but then strangely arrogant
Your eyes are wide
You got them once
Got them twice now three's a charm

Maybe someday you'll find a way to balance pressure
But you're slow and you're jealous like a child
Waking up things that found a way to dream forever
Get your gun, 'cause the flock is flying in

I'm watching you now
You're right in my sight
I'm supposed to take you out
And end this tonight
But given this thought
It's harder to fire
'Cause you don't have a clue

Maybe someday you'll find a way to balance pressure
But you're slow and you're jealous like a child
Waking up things that found a way to dream forever
Get your gun, 'cause the flock is flying in