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You got a crush on my crush, that sucks
You wanna fall in love
I wonder what's your fucking rush
Or why you're acting tough
Do you feel the same
In the moonlight where we all became
Players in a losing game
Do you feel ashamed
Pueblo nights
Everything's alright
I don't wanna fight
Or place the blame
I walked you to your car but don't
Wanna see you go
We're making out against your door
I wish I brought a coat
Would it feel the same
If we never met until today
Would we still say all those awful things
Would I steal your name
Pueblo nights
Everything's alright
I don't wanna fight
Or place the blame
I live by the fair
Would you meet me there
I don't really care
Who you hate
Could it be the same as the day we met to celebrate
The love we felt but stowed away
Could you forget my name
Pueblo nights
Everything's alright
I don't wanna fight
Or place the blame
Pueblo nights
Everything's alright
I don't wanna fight
Or place the blame
If I see you for the holidays
I won't hold a grudge
If you're hanging on what can I say
I never owed you much
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Cleaning up my life
Blowing the dust off of some feelings
On my phone at night
Finding what I thought I deleted
Old promises of youth no one had strength to be keeping
I wasn't looking for the truth but can't help but see it
It wasn't your fault, maybe
It was mine
I've been wondering lately
Was it me the whole time
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Your Place
03:48
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‘94 at a gas station with my mother
#52 Loaf 'N Jug on Northern
It’s all the same but it’s all changed
The record store, waiting like I’m hiding from the weather
Hoping you show up and we leave here together
Out loud it sounds so lame
I’m uncomfortable with myself
You think you leave that behind but it stays on your face
Like you can still hear the trains from your place
The moon is falling and you should get going
Your parents are calling, it’s killing me knowing
It doesn’t matter what I say
That’s you, 24, hanging out a car window
Flipping me off cuz I don’t want to love you
How could I know you care this way?
I-25 up from the south, I’m back from California
I want to kill myself but I warned you
I’ve been going through some things
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I wanna talk about it but don't know what to say
I think I forget about it but then I doubt it and it never goes away
There's a memory of a door that I open to greet you
Your eyes telling me more than your heart would ever let you
The memories of then don't feel old
Like crying in your car
or standing in the road
kissing
What's behind you is closer than it appears
Future facing staring backward in the mirror
What is left of what you love but always thought you'd lose
How tight a grip is tight enough to squeeze and leave no bruise
You deleted all your posts but your avatar's still there
You're in some kitchen eating pasta with someone who doesn't care
The memories of then don't feel old
like driving in the dark
or walking in the snow wishing
What's behind you is closer than it appears
Future facing staring backward in the mirror
Right here, this spot on the map
on summer vacation
that year, remember that
when the oldies used to play on a different station
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California King Bed
03:40
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Your face is growing hedgerows from sleeping on the pillow
A shadow in the light, I knew you were high
Cuz you were talking slow
You’re asking me to come where I don’t wanna go
Guessing the mystery like I could ever know
California king bed
Always a place for my head
Your number glowing on my phone again
At the windmills at midnight I’m following you
Let me know you got home alright, I’m waiting for you
My head is out the window feeling summer wind blow
Looking for some luck, I could give a fuck, maybe
Maybe we’ll make the show
Can’t know for sure though
At the windmills at midnight I’m following you
Let me know you got home alright, I’m waiting for you
Look behind you at the stoplight, I’m right behind you
Will I see you there, you just might
I’m always with you
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High School Tears
04:02
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Feeling weird in your old neighborhood
It’s hard to see this late looking for your old house
I wrote you a letter and made myself feel good
And kept it in my head like a secret, you know what that’s about
These high school tears
I love you like I thought I knew you
These high school tears
If you’re thinking of me I’m thinking of you
Things got heavy when we were just sixteen
Did you really think I wouldn’t get it? You were probably right
I thought I was cooler, I don’t know what that means
I don’t know where you went when you left, you went out like a light
I wanna wear my sneer like a tattoo
And never settle, the heart of a killer
And dress like what I listen to
Heavy metal, black and silver
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Say Nothing
03:52
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Twenty years felt like ten
All the weeks felt like hours
Did you really mean what you said
That night at the moon tower
Look me in the eye
Say nothing
The fire was born from a cigarette
All that smoke around your eyes
The ash was twirling doing pirouettes
Falling stars in the daylight
I see it
Posing like a statue, are you alright
Things look different when they’re in the headlights
There’s something I should do but nothing feels right
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Decade
02:38
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Dark Energy
03:29
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It’s that time
When I look you up on my
Phone at night
And think of dropping you a line
Like that might
Make everything that’s fucked up
Feel alright
It’s not you, it’s just everything
I don’t wanna feel this way anymore
Like I’ve got to look back to move forward
When I return it’s hard to ignore
I left something where I was born
Don’t sleep much
Feeling everything but
Losing touch
Wearing basketball shorts
In this line
It’s 9 A.M. I’m on
The north side
Shopping for syrup after sex
What have you been feeling?
Everything has such a dark energy…
It’s no surprise, it’s no coincidence
Now is when I search for my innocence
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There are things I wanna show you
But I don’t want you to see
There are things I wanna tell you
But I don’t want you to talk to me
I don’t want you near
But I wish you were here
Please understand me before the end of the world
The end of the world
You don’t have to if you don’t wanna wait
You can leave before Fiesta Day
Go before you get stuck behind the parade
You’ll get your chance to say what you wanna say
I don’t wanna be next to you
But I miss being close
I’m not searching for any clues
But I never lost hope
I never lost hope
I never lost hope
I’m so afraid to be loved
The time I told you that, it’s all I think of
Hell below, God above
Light the Virgin Mary for the boy that I was
Feels like everything you’d ever want is here
When someone leaves it’s like they disappear
I feel for you but I don’t wanna go back
I look like an asshole cuz you can’t understand
You’re gonna lose that fear
When the future’s clear
Rainbows in the water
Things are different here
They’re different here
They’re different here
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Berkley Portland, Oregon
Born and raised in Pueblo, Colorado, now residing in Portland, Oregon Berkley took to the American songbook and pop
mainstays early, recording himself at 5 years old on a boombox singing along to The California Raisins and early 90s chart toppers.
Now, he composes laid back pop grooves driven by shaky electric guitar tones and chiming keyboards.
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