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Cats
03:36
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5am, I'm drunk and wide awake again
I wouldn't trade these nights for anything or anyone
We watched the moon set and we watched that rising sun
We both learned how to run
This will be the last you hear from me
I'm not begging on my knees just so I can watch you bleed
The time has come for this to end.
Remember back when we were friends and all the promises we made?
Is that all we have left to say?
I'm sick of pointing fingers but i won't take the blame
Maybe one day I'll get up off the ground
(I know you're disappointed, I know you're disappointed)
If we're both casting stones then we're both going to drown
(I know you're disappointed, I'm also disappointed)
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Radio Mic
01:57
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Did you hear the signal coming through?
We just want to sing these songs with you
Wake me up and take me out
Let's drink with the ghosts downtown and fall apart
Never learned to stop chasing wild hearts
I'm sick of choking on my thoughts and drowning every time
I'm going to exorcise these demons with my favorite records tonight
I'll turn it up so I can't hear them, draw the shades
I'm zoning out
To a place that I can't find inside the bars downtown
Did you catch the whispers bleeding through?
They want to scream at and torture you
Wake me up and take me out
Let's drink to bitter health
We fell apart
You can't tame these wild hearts
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Record Jackets
03:11
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Daughters grow old
Fathers grow insane
Your boyfriend will move on to the next trendy thing
One day you'll ask me if I remember your name
Record jackets fade but these songs don't get old
The heartbreak comes through as static on my stereo
Don't bother asking me if I remember your name
It kind of seems
We wasted our lives on an adolescent dream
All the while these things meant the world to me
You can't defend your actions
They speak for themselves
I can't deny my reaction
I guess I am the problem now
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5. |
On the Flipside
01:14
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Everyone gets born
And everybody dies
And we just sit here dicking around wasting our time
Only got a few years left to have some fun
Let's get drunk, run around in the sun
'Cause everyone gets born and everybody dies
Some people act tough but everybody cries
Some people act dumb, some fuckers lie
I'm not gonna shut my mouth
I'm gonna call you out
I may be a goddamn drunk, but you know I'm right
'Cause everyone gets born and everybody dies
I guess you got bored but I'll be fine
I guess you got bored, I'll be alright
Some people are easy to distract
Some people live with targets on their backs
But everyone gets born and everybody dies
Yeah I was born, someday I'll die
We were born
We'll be alright
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LNP
03:59
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I'll say goodbye tonight
To some friends I haven't seen in a long time
I know I made some mistakes
We all made mistakes
Don't write to me
It's not worth your time
I must've written down a thousand things that I could say to you
But this time I won't reply
This is the start of something new
Let's sit outside and talk as we knock back a few
Goodbye heartlessness
Hello consequence
I'm gonna take this into my hands
I'll say goodbye tonight
To some friends I haven't seen in a long time
If you show me your mistakes
I'll tell you mine
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Brutus
04:23
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Getting tired of feeling anxious, baby
You won't make a sound
I need a little help
To get myself up off the ground
When the morning comes I feel a little sicker
Then the darkness comes and I'm running out of things to say... hey hey hey
Wish I could make you something
Wish I could spin a spider web
I'd trap you in it
So you could never leave my head
These songs I write are hymns for no one
These lines I write are a lot of nothing
Wake me up
I can't stop shaking
I can keep quiet
You caught me faking
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