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Hundreds Of Ways Lyrics - Upside-down Mountain - Conor Oberst

What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine 

What a dream to just be walking on the ground 

What a time to live among the ashen remnants of our love 

It came before and I'm still looking for that now 

 

It took centuries to build these twisted cities 

It took seconds to reduce them down to dust 

And all the tour guide could say was 

"Take your pictures folks it's late, try your best please to remember what was done." 

 

Don't look so forlorn 

Don't you look so scared 

Don't get so upset 

This world was never fair 

 

But there are hundreds of ways 

To get through the days 

There are hundreds of ways 

Now you just find one 

 

I used to think that time was of the essence 

Now I just wish I could get some sleep 

All this strange parade of sounds the city makes when I lay down 

Little explosions that set fire to my dreams 

 

Sometimes I get mistaken for this actor 

And I guess that I can see it from the side 

Maybe no one really seems to be the person that they mean to be 

I hope I am forgotten when I die 

 

Don't contradict me 

Don't make me cross the line 

If you feel threatened 

It's only 'cause I might 

 

But there are hundreds of ways 

To get through the days 

There are hundreds of ways 

To get through the day 

Yes, there are hundreds of ways 

So you best find one 

 

All my hero's they're all talk 

Running in circles 

Some stop watch some cast 

Love was the message. Full stop 

 

We ramble on and on 

We ramble on and on 

 

I stole all the rhinestones out of Carolina 

Sold them out in Bakersfield for cash 

The bandshell got a band sounds like an arcade in Japan 

Blew all my quarters trying to get that feeling back 

 

Now any sucker can turn boredom into violence 

A sociopath riding on a bus 

His irises are black from his novelty contacts 

He looks around but he can't see the rest of us 

 

In my sunglasses don't mind the blinding light 

Yeah it's getting dark bro, but I've always loved the night 

 

But there are hundreds of ways 

To get through the day 

There are hundreds of ways 

To get through the day 

There are hundreds of ways 

To get through the day 

There are hundreds of ways 

To get through the day 

There are hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of ways 

To get through the day 

Just find one 

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