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chorus from “The 5:47 to Nowhere” · afrobeats

Five forty-seven left the station No one waving, no one waiting Five forty-seven left without me Five forty-seven left the station No one waving, no one waiting Five forty-seven left without me Five forty-seven left the station No one waving, no one waiting Five forty-seven left without me

chorus from “Candles in the Hallway” · blues

Candles in the hallway, shadows on the stairs Someone’s knocking but who’s there? Candles in the hallway, we don’t speak the air Candles in the hallway, shadows on the stairs Someone’s knocking but who’s there? Candles in the hallway, we don’t speak the air

chorus from “Boarding Call at 6:01” · country

I could walk out the sliding doors, let the sky hold me like a borrowed coat, but the turnstile’s already spinning and my boarding pass is in her hand. So I straighten the lanyard, count the heartbeats I’ve got left, one by one like pennies jangling in a pocket. I could duck through exit D, let the jet bridge become a hallway home, but the turnstile’s already spinning and my boarding pass is still warm. So I check the zip-tie on the luggage tag, step onto the painted yellow line, mouth the words I can almost hear. The jet bridge creaks like an old porch swing. I could turn, but the purser waves. So I set my heels down, one deliberate step, then another—toward the door that seals behind me, toward the sky that isn’t breaking, just patient, just waiting, just ready for whatever I’m bringing.

chorus from “Last Light in the Keyhole” · drill

Keyhole’s got one last eye Watch it blink a yellow sigh Keyhole’s got one last eye Watch it blink a yellow sigh

chorus from “Still Ringing” · edm

Ring, ring, though you won’t pick up, the line stays bright and it won’t quit. I’ll hum it loud when the speakers shake, a silent party in the static.

chorus from “the train that never left without me” · emo

Oh that train brought everyone I know except the parts I kept for slow and left me stewing on the platform glow

chorus from “The Coat's Forgotten Slip” · folk

I trace the ink, the date a faded line Each digit a step toward what I can't yet see The fear that held me now begins to unwind I push the doubts aside, set my resolve free

chorus from “The Way It Counts” · gospel

Lord, let me live another day to see this through I’ll turn the whole wide sky to change the hues Of what’s left over when this tally’s done Lord, let me live another day to see this through I’ll turn the whole wide sky to change the hues Of what’s left over when this tally’s done

chorus from “Six Weeks Too Long” · indie

So I’ll count the hours till the last one drops and the gravel spits me from the parking lot six weeks too long, six weeks too long and I didn’t even buy a song with that first cheque So I’ll count the hours till the last one drops and the gravel spits me from the parking lot six weeks too long, six weeks too long and I didn’t even buy a song with that first cheque

chorus from “Telephone Line” · jazz

I’m still standing here by this plastic screen Daring the dial tone to drop dead again My shadow’s long where the streetlamp leans But I keep dialing through the static and the wind I’m still standing here by this plastic screen Daring the dial tone to drop dead again My shadow’s long where the streetlamp leans But I keep dialing through the static and the silence and the end

chorus from “Milk Cartons and Lullabies” · k-pop

Oh, Dad, tell me the truth— was it really all a cartoon when you stayed up counting sheep that never made it through the night? Oh, Mom, tell me the truth— was love that easy or just easy to lie about? Oh, parents, tell me the truth— did you trip on the same curb you put me on?

chorus from “Last Lap” · latin

Still running, still running, past the line that wasn’t mine. Still running through the pain, still catching my last breath behind. Still running, still running, till the track forgets my name. Still running through the dark, still chasing the ghost you made.

chorus from “The Last Train Home” · metal

I ran when the whistle blew, left my ticket on the floor. Now the platform hums alone— better walk than wait for more. I ran when the whistle blew, left my ticket on the floor. Now the platform hums alone— better walk than wait for more.

chorus from “The New Tenant” · pop

How do they even take to sheets I washed How do they relax in furniture I bought on loans? Now every wall’s a stranger’s story I sold my keys and bought this ghost The garden hose still kinks my wrist They water plants that aren’t my wistful mist A For Sale sign leans like the prayers I dropped Nailed to the ground I can’t touch How do they even take to sheets I washed How do they relax in furniture I bought on loans? Now every wall’s a stranger’s story I sold my keys and bought this ghost How do they even take to sheets I washed How do they relax in furniture I bought on loans? Now every wall’s a stranger’s story I sold my keys and bought this ghost

chorus from “Nobody Won the Blue” · pop-punk

Nobody won the blue tonight—no trophy, no ribbon, no “I told you so.” We both lost our small print clauses, the fine print we didn’t want to know. A stalemate in stripes on the carpet says less than what we didn’t say. No neon, no open sign, just the fridge light giving up the ghost by 2 a.m. Nobody won the blue tonight—no confetti, no ribbon, no “you’re wrong.” We both misremembered the exit line to the song we learned by heart too long. A yellow sticky note stuck in the middle of the steering wheel says what we forgot: No harsh words, no throwaway punchlines, just keys in the ignition and the radio dead. Nobody won the blue tonight—no ribbon, no trophy, no “I win.” Just two coffee rings on a notebook page and the ink ran when the rain set in. No last call at the bar, just the daylight leaking under the curtain we left half-drawn. The blue comes in degrees; some stay bright, some fade to dawn.

chorus from “The Last Lap” · punk

Go on, take the shortcut Count every mile you didn’t drop out We’re still here when the crowd clears out Go on, take the shortcut Count every mile you didn’t drop out We’re still here when the crowd clears out

chorus from “Rust to Road” · r-n-b

Clear the floor, let the daylight in, open doors on what’s been hid in. Clear the floor, make a brand new start, one man’s junk is tomorrow’s heart.

chorus from “Framed” · rap

Cash in hand, light in the hallway, a picture of me at sixteen. Dad’s old pickup in the alley, headlights melted down the seam. Cash in hand, light in the hallway, a picture of me at sixteen. Dad’s old pickup in the alley, headlights melted down the seam.

chorus from “The Walk Off” · reggae

My shoes hit the sidewalk hard again Same old cracks in the same old street I should be dancing but my feet drag slow Good news ringing hollow in my coat My shoes hit the sidewalk hard again Same old cracks in the same old street I should be dancing but my feet drag slow Good news ringing hollow in my coat My shoes hit the sidewalk hard again Same old cracks in the same old street I should be dancing but my feet drag slow Good news ringing hollow in my coat

chorus from “Three Weeks Too Long” · rock

I had a train ticket home, but it left without me. What’s wrong with staying when the money still sings? Autumn used to be my favorite season, but the leaves outside the window sound like a rehearsal for winter.

chorus from “The Last Half Mile” · soul

Oh, you couldn’t die before we pulled in Too stubborn even for that final spin So we walked the last half mile together In the orange light past the last summer ever Oh, you couldn’t die before we pulled in Too stubborn even for that final spin So we walked the last half mile together In the orange light past the last summer ever

chorus from “Late Night Sidewalk Gospel” · trap

We won, we won, so what’s the sound? Nickel soda hiss and walkin’ down We won, we one, but damn the town must chew us up before we sleep We won, we won, so what’s the sound? Roof-top vents all wheeze around We won, we one, but damn the town must chew us up before we sleep

chorus from “Garage Sunrise” · afrobeats

Spin the wheels, feel the sunrise, we clear the space Spin the wheels, feel the sunrise, we clear the space

chorus from “Dust on the Ledgers” · blues

So sweep the floors and lock the door one last time, Sweep the floors and lock the door one last time, The receipt tape’s through but the regrets run long and they’re mine. So sweep the floors and lock the door one last time, Sweep the floors and lock the door one last time, The receipt tape’s through but the regrets run long and they’re mine.