[{"id":17057602,"name":"Noah Kahan - Pain Is Cold Water","trackName":"Noah Kahan - Pain Is Cold Water","artistName":"Noah Kahan -","albumName":"Pain Is Cold Water (Single)","duration":140.3820409,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This next song is called Pain Is Cold Water\nI wrote this song right here in Water Town Massachusetts\n\nI'm the tall glass of water you lost in your kitchen\nI'm casually cruel like a senior prediction\nMost likely to leave at the sign of a fork in the road\nYou looked just like your father as the news was delivered\nCut a hole in my heart that bled into my liver\nI miss being alone when it didn't mean being alone\n\nAnd if love was contagious, I might be immune to it\nPain's like cold water, your brain just gets used to it\nI try to keep swimming, keep Dad's good word in my mouth\nBut they're fighting like dogs in the town across the river\nOver a brand-new crosswalk that won't matter come winter\nOh, sometimes folks just need something to be angry about\nWhat you angry about?\n\nI ain't bitter 'bout much these days\nIn some ways, I'm lucky to be here\nWhere the miners stayed in them good old days\nYes, real men used to sleep here\nOh those roadside graves where my friends still lay\nI walk by just to weep here\nThey say killing time, it ain't a homicide\nBut a prayer for a leap year","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.64] This next song is called Pain Is Cold Water\n[00:05.58] I wrote this song right here in Water Town Massachusetts\n[00:09.30] \n[00:33.73] I'm the tall glass of water you lost in your kitchen\n[00:38.83] I'm casually cruel like a senior prediction\n[00:42.84] Most likely to leave at the sign of a fork in the road\n[00:50.30] You looked just like your father as the news was delivered\n[00:55.28] Cut a hole in my heart that bled into my liver\n[00:59.07] I miss being alone when it didn't mean being alone\n[01:06.92] And if love was contagious, I might be immune to it\n[01:12.03] Pain's like cold water, your brain just gets used to it\n[01:16.42] I try to keep swimming, keep Dad's good word in my mouth\n[01:23.81] But they're fighting like dogs in the town across the river\n[01:28.59] Over a brand-new crosswalk that won't matter come winter\n[01:32.71] Oh, sometimes folks just need something to be angry about\n[01:39.83] What you angry about?\n[01:44.97] I ain't bitter 'bout much these days\n[01:48.75] In some ways, I'm lucky to be here\n[01:53.22] Where the miners stayed in them good old days\n[01:57.32] Yes, real men used to sleep here\n[02:01.38] Oh those roadside graves where my friends still lay\n[02:05.89] I walk by just to weep here\n[02:09.60] They say killing time, it ain't a homicide\n[02:13.63] But a prayer for a leap year\n[02:16.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Noah Kahan - Pain Is Cold Water\n artist: Noah Kahan -\n album: Pain Is Cold Water (Single)\n duration_ms: 140382\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This next song is called Pain Is Cold Water\n 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the miners stayed in them good old days\n Yes, real men used to sleep here\n Oh those roadside graves where my friends still lay\n I walk by just to weep here\n They say killing time, it ain't a homicide\n But a prayer for a leap year\n"},{"id":36801971,"name":"Pain Is Cold Water (Live From Fenway Park) (Official Lyric Video)","trackName":"Pain Is Cold Water (Live From Fenway Park) (Official Lyric Video)","artistName":"Noah Kahan","albumName":"Noah Kahan Songs","duration":141.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This next song is called \"Pain Is Cold Water\"\nI wrote this song right here in Watertown, Massachusetts\n\nI'm the tall glass of water you lost in your kitchen\nI'm casually cruel like a senior prediction\nMost likely to leave at the sign of a\nFork in the road\n\nYou look just like your father as the news was delivered\nCut a hole in my heart that bled into my liver\nI miss being alone when it didn't mean\nBeing alone (whoo)\n\nAnd, if love was 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83830\n- text: But they're fighting like dogs in the town across the river\n start_ms: 83830\n end_ms: 88520\n- text: Over a brand-new crosswalk that won't matter come winter\n start_ms: 88520\n end_ms: 92740\n- text: Oh, sometimes folks just need something to be angry about\n start_ms: 92740\n end_ms: 99800\n- text: What you angry about?\n start_ms: 99800\n end_ms: 104900\n- text: I ain't bitter 'bout much these days\n start_ms: 104900\n end_ms: 108710\n- text: In some ways, I'm lucky to be here\n start_ms: 108710\n end_ms: 113220\n- text: Where the miners stayed in them good old days\n start_ms: 113220\n end_ms: 117330\n- text: Yes, real men used to sleep here\n start_ms: 117330\n end_ms: 121390\n- text: Oh those roadside graves where my friends still lay\n start_ms: 121390\n end_ms: 125880\n- text: I walk by just to weep here\n start_ms: 125880\n end_ms: 129870\n- text: They say killing time, it ain't a homicide\n start_ms: 129870\n end_ms: 133650\n- text: But a prayer for a leap 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the road\n[00:50.62] You look just like your father as the news was delivered\n[00:54.98] Cut a hole in my heart that bled into my liver\n[00:58.85] I miss being alone when it didn't mean\n[01:02.42] Being alone (whoo)\n[01:06.92] And, if love was contagious, I might be immune to it\n[01:11.82] Pain's like cold water, your brain just gets used to it\n[01:15.99] I try to keep swimming and keep Dad's good word\n[01:19.67] In my mouth\n[01:23.75] But they're fighting like dogs in the town across the river\n[01:28.14] Over a brand-new crosswalk that won't matter come winter\n[01:32.21] Lord, sometimes folks just need something to be angry about\n[01:39.55] What're you angry about?\n[01:44.70] I ain't bitter 'bout much these days\n[01:48.18] In some ways, I'm damn lucky to be here\n[01:53.36] Oh, where the miners stayed in the good them old days\n[01:57.18] Yes, real men used to sleep here\n[02:01.04] Oh, those roadside graves where my friends still lay in\n[02:05.58] I walk by just to weep here\n[02:09.82] They say killing time, it ain't a homicide\n[02:14.15] But a prayer for a leap year\n[02:16.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 05 Pain Is Cold Water (live from Fenway Park)\n artist: Noah Kahan\n album: 'Noah Kahan: Live from Fenway Park'\n duration_ms: 140000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This next song is called \"Pain Is Cold Water\"\n start_ms: 30\n end_ms: 5080\n- text: I wrote this song right here in Watertown, Massachusetts\n start_ms: 5080\n end_ms: 9150\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 9150\n end_ms: 33950\n- text: I'm the tall glass of water you lost in your kitchen\n start_ms: 33950\n end_ms: 38640\n- text: I'm casually cruel like a senior prediction\n start_ms: 38640\n end_ms: 42600\n- text: Most likely to leave at the sign of a\n start_ms: 42600\n end_ms: 46090\n- text: Fork in the road\n start_ms: 46090\n end_ms: 50620\n- text: You look just like your father as the news was delivered\n start_ms: 50620\n end_ms: 54980\n- text: Cut a 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