1. |
Fuck Them!
02:37
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The barrel of my finger
points to my temple
though I've done nothing wrong.
If I pull the trigger
I'll kill the hero
and my story won't go on.
But fuck them!
I'm running fast enough!
Fuck them!
I've got a special deal on
botched conversations,
more than I'll ever need.
All these things creep into
my bed-time dreams,
I am never at ease.
I keep forgetting that this is not a race,
I must remember that this is not a race.
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I was in love with the way
you chose your clothes for the day.
We were too young to pretend
it was not a dead end.
Did all the time that passed us by
open the wounds you used to hide,
or are you still the strongest boy?
As strong as you were when she died.
Do all the roads we skated on
still remind you of the songs
that placed our hearts inside a box
labeled 'before-we-got-lost.'
I was in love with the way
you chose your clothes for the day
based on how bad they smelled.
We were to young to pretend
it was not a dead end,
I thought you'd be there too.
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3. |
Camera
04:42
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Take your camera with you.
Take your camera and freeze
this shot for all your life.
Bring your broken things to me.
Bring your broken things
and I'll fix them for no price.
'Cause I've got a sinking feeling
that this is all we'll have,
and it takes too much time.
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4. |
Loud Urges
02:50
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What would you call a perfect day,
and how will you pay for your stay?
I think I'm dying on my own.
All I said was "I can't hide"
but god knows I tried.
I don't think I'll make it on my own.
Loud urges,
found myself running,
found myself running out of energy,
found myself hiding,
found myself fighting.
Looking back and backing off,
trying to say I've had enough.
I don't want to die all alone.
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5. |
I Am Big Foot
03:14
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Truth be told, she's sick of compromise,
she won't see you when she's closed her eyes.
Time will tell you what you failed to see,
I think it will come as a surprise.
Leave this place so she can get her rest,
go away, you know it's for the best.
When you're here it's always much too loud,
you're no longer welcome as a guest.
I'd like a written apology in the form of prose,
iambic foot, a broken nose.
Wait to see she's gone out for the day,
don't stay around to make sure she's OK.
Understand, she'll make it on her own.
Acknowledge that it won't help if you stay.
I'd like a written apology in the form of prose,
iambic foot, a broken nose.
I want my money back, I will take back my time,
a terse effect, a broken rhyme.
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6. |
Pulling Deeper
03:22
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There are a few things that I don't want to talk about with you,
including my fear of abandonment- I don't want you to know it's true.
But I can't promise not to bend,
sometimes I think of you as a friend.
Every time I take a look
to see if I'm on your hook
I find it's me that's pulling deeper and deeper.
Everything you ever touched that turned to gold and now is dust,
I don't want to owe you anything.
Your golden braids of silver hair, deceptive as a silent stare,
I don't want to owe you anything.
There are no more ways for me to say I want you to want me to,
it's getting so damn heavy that I'd give my life to stop this song, it's true.
But stopping now is gonna hurt,
and you- you don't give a shit.
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7. |
Fog Bites Hard
03:29
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Fog bites hard,
can't see much past anxiety.
Talks too much,
because talking comes too easily.
He's got the dust in our eyes.
He's god to our pitiful demise.
He's got the world squinting.
Fog bites hard,
with all the commotion in his hand.
Can't deny,
he never could remember your name.
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8. |
Tell Me Truthfully
03:04
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Tell me truthfully,
are you beautiful as I think you are,
or is it just your way of saying hi?
You don't even try,
it's just what you've always known
even though no one ever taught you how.
I'm falling in love with you.
I bet you knew by now
even though I never said it,
but I think we've been through enough.
I love you, it's true.
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9. |
Sugar Spree
03:40
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Take off your clothes,
shed your skin off,
and I will see that you're happy
as can be.
Bear with this song,
just one more song,
and I will keep you company,
you'll be with me.
Bumblebee, sugar spree, you're the one for me.
Penny Lane, heavy rain, I can feel no pain.
You take off on
strange aeroplanes
just to be
reflected off the sea.
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10. |
Morning Voice
03:30
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Every night I dream about the same things,
I don't think I'll ever understand
my dreams if I am alone.
Every time I look at you from far away
I think my head's going to explode
with things that I don't understand.
I'm waiting, waiting, waiting for the day I'll know your name.
The day's alright, I just woke up
and I've still got that morning voice,
maybe I'll just shut up.
I don't have anything new to say,
so I'll just speak more of the same.
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The wine flows, before you know it, it's all gone.
The more you drink, the more you talk to me.
Some people spend their nights in solitude to repent,
but we've done nothing wrong.
Now that you're in a drunken haze, and I am too,
you confess that you always need to be in control...
I find it quite ironic.
Before you know it, the sun is up,
and I open my eyes to see you sitting there
with a cup of morning in your steady, steady hands.
It feels like together we can bring the dead
back home, but home is where we'll never be ourselves.
At least for now we're sheltered by the stupor,
I wonder why this shit tastes so fucking bad.
Now that you're so far away, and I'm with you,
you confess that you always need to be on top...
I wonder what it feels like.
You're nothing short of beautiful.
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12. |
Stars on Our Own T.V.
03:30
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Time conquers and divides us one by one.
Death do us apart, even those who're still alive.
We deserve to be stars on our own T.V..
We all want the truth, but we won't kill for it.
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13. |
Praying for the Meadows
03:28
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I can't name all the stars
hanging right above my head.
When I'm out here I am free to
forget all that has been said,
let this feeling spread.
Turn the volume up above what
is healthy for my ears.
The excitement makes me feel like
I am smarter than my peers,
they are there I am here.
When I'm dancing I can feel the grass grow beneath my feet,
I feel this desert turn green, so I keep on-
praying for a meadow to appear, and I'll-
put my hand in the ground as the sand dissipates from here.
Am I in control?
I can't name all the stars
hanging right above my head,
and they taunt me, I need to be with them,
but I am down here instead,
feeling dead, feeling dead.
When I'm dancing I can feel the grass grow beneath my feet,
I feel this desert turn green, so I keep on-
praying for a meadow to appear, and I'll-
put my hand in the ground as the sand dissipates from here, and I'll-
stick it to the man, because I need a scapegoat right now.
Am I in control?
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14. |
Better Things to Do
04:28
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I lied to save you,
I put a part of me on the line.
I thought that was a pretty clever thing to do.
It’s been too long
that I can’t make you laugh or cry
without trying just a little bit too much.
Don’t you know
that I had better things
to do
when you called me?
Wrote you a letter
saying that I have changed again.
You never read it, you said you don’t believe me anymore.
Wrote you a story
where the hero can believe his girl
when she’s smiling and when she says it’s gonna be OK.
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15. |
Thankful
02:24
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Love me, it should'be over,
but it is.
Thankful whenever I'm sober,
which ain't a lot.
Answers I should never have gotten,
but I did.
Questions should have lasted longer,
that way I'd have learned.
Coordinating my every minute to your whim.
Forward thinking is over as of now.
I'm not over you,
I'm not over you.
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