1. |
Exercise in Hindsight
03:28
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We blew through
I wasted my youth
(Liked the sound of you)
You mistook
All the things we used to do
(Kept my eyes on you)
Stuck in time
You could change my mind
(Borders redefined)
I'm not saying I'm on your side, but I
I could try
I'm not saying I'm on your side, but I
I could try
Please don't stare
I got to drunk to care
Leave me here
Staring in the mirror
(I wasted my youth)
I'm not saying I'm on your side, but I
I could try
I'm not saying I'm on your side, but I
I could try
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2. |
Mirror and Daylight
02:46
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Daylight feels right
It's night and I'm coming down
Darkness, pure bliss
Sweetness, when I'm coming down
Suck the life out of you
I hate the sound
Of the screams out of you
I hate the sound
But theres nothing I can do
Fright me, spite me
Bite me, and I'll hold my own
Take me, break me
Stake me when I'm coming down
Suck the life out of you
I hate the sound
Of the screams out of you
I hate the sound
But theres nothing I can do
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3. |
So Long
04:00
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If I could right the saddest song
And make you feel like you were wrong
I'd smash the walls and jump with glee
Just in the hopes you'd notice me
Oh I've been waiting so long
Oh I've been waiting so long
Affection waits without a sound
And I am so much older now
So free me from your blinding stare
So I can feel young again
Oh I've been waiting so long
Oh I've been waiting so long
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4. |
Godless Heathens
02:48
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Sounds like
Collection
Is kicking you off the phone
Burn a coin
For a second more
Like a bouncer's
Cruel intentions
Doesn't like the way you are
Turn around
Try another bar
How could I be a friend
To these
All these non-believers
How could I be a friend
To these
All these godless heathens
A grounded inflection
Will keep you on the line
At least
For a minute more
And the bouncer
He knows you
Paints your golden ticket white
Break the rules for another night
How could I be a friend
To these
All these godless heathens
How could I be your friend?
Could I be your friend?
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5. |
Sermon on Vanity
03:32
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It's a bad cop, bad cop routine
With no information to glean
I thought witch hunts have not been
In style since 1693
Give me your vague sermon on vanity
The one you promised last night
Cupped hand to the brim with wine
Parked car, lead flask of gin
Stealing all the oxygen
Give me your vague sermon on vanity
The one you promised last night
Cupped hand to the brim with wine
I've been caught up on my bluffs
Every single one dropped
Every day I wake up
Slip on my skin and suit up
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6. |
Good Luck, Sweetheart
04:17
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There's a scene I can't get out of my head
Keeps me up all night when I'm lying in bed
Eyes out, it's coming faster than you know
When the pressure starts to show itself
You'll crumble into waste
Overwhelm me with all the things that are turning to rot
Fear is lurking in your peripheral
Try to slow it, try to choke it and plead it to stop
Naturally inclined it doesn't seem...
(Good luck sweetheart
Ill talk to you later
You can give me a call
And tell me what all you went through
last night
good bye
ha ha
I love you)
Good luck, sweetheart, let it take you and tear you apart
Let it know you, let it bore itself into your heart
Fear is lurking in your peripheral
Naturally inclined it doesn't seem real
Try to slow it, try to choke it and plead it to stop
Try to slow it, try to choke it and plead it to stop
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