1. |
Everything They Say
04:20
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Good friends, isn't it great.
Lets keep it moving,
No need to wait.
We knew this wouldn't work before we began.
Lets see where it goes from here
Something told me its better this way
Something told me its better this way
Something told me its better this way
Something told me
Everything, mostly irrelevant
Everything, oh so cynical
Everything, always critical of everything they say
Late nights spent at home,
Its not right, laying here beside me
With all the doubts in our minds, second chances with hurried advances.
Something told me its better this way
Something told me its better this way
Something told me its better this way
Something told me
Everything, mostly irrelevant
Everything, oh so cynical
Everything, always critical of
Everything they say
Everything mostly irrelevant
Everything oh so cynical
Everything always critical of
Everything they say
Slow down, this isn't right
Slow down this isn't fair
Slow down this isn't right
Slow down this isn't fair
Second chances
With hurried advances
Everything mostly irrelevant
Everything oh so cynical
Everything always critical of
Everything they say
Everything mostly irrelevant
Everything oh so cynical
Everything always critical of
Everything they say
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2. |
Twenty
03:04
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Lyrics
Mind if I bum a smoke?
sorry I’m always broke
Tonights been pretty rough
These times are always tough
If I had a twenty, I know what I’d do.
I’d get us a six pack and waste away with you.
If I had a twenty, I know what id do.
I’d get us a case of beer and drink it with my crew
The lights are out in December.
can’t believe I couldnt remember
missed the payment for November, But I know what I need.
If I had a twenty, I know what I’d do.
I’d get us a six pack and waste away with you.
If I had a twenty, I know what id do.
I’d get us a case of beer and drink it with my crew
But I know what I need
Twenty
In my
Pocket
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3. |
Psychic Swan Song
03:49
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Lyrics
I keep having these dreams of
conflicting thesis.
A freak in the sheets;
mind so sharp and sleek, it’s something I never had.
Guess I’ll spin again, money's green, to scratch the seams, of liquidation, it seems
Movers and shakers, to professionals, mostly criminal
Colorful characters and misadventures;
Colorful characters and misadventures
Sadistic in nature and perfectly capable to recieve the cold hard facts of life
Sadistic in nature and perfectly capable to recieve the cold hard facts of life
I keep having these dreams, on a reoccurring basis.
Wrapped up in stasis, a mental patient
Waiting for medicine and watching from behind, these thick metal bars// psychic swan songs deny me euphoria.
To make it back outside, these closing walls
lead shackles, the way you chain me down, The way you chain me down, The way you chain me down
Colorful characters and misadventures;
Colorful characters and misadventures
Sadistic in nature and perfectly capable to recieve the cold hard facts of life
Sadistic in nature and perfectly capable to recieve the cold hard facts of life
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4. |
Sweet Things Left Unsaid
03:56
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5. |
Blue Marble
03:46
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6. |
Fair Weather Friends
02:36
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7. |
Golden Girl
03:35
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8. |
Manic Fluctuations
03:32
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Lyrics
Honesty is always my policy
I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted
Housed for a bit of irony
I lie to myself to move on
I need a dose of reality
to keep myself from feeling so haunted
Sometimes I can’t sleep at night
Yet I still wake up on the front lawn
Trembling to my core
Never felt like this before
Trembling to my core
Never felt like this before
Seperating intuition; from anxious, fiction
Contemplating my manic; fluctuations
Severing, codependency
Creating something; awfully, tenacious
It’s not just for saving face
I just can’t keep up at this pace
Give me a second I need to breathe
I need to think what’s best for me
Have I lost it, cause it’s sublime
But I can’t commit, I don’t have the time
But I cannot say it’s what I wanted
It’s easy to say I was wrong
My twenties never looked so uncertain
Am I still a prodigy, or just willfully content
Self trepidation; servicing, mild afflictions
Certified insomniac; or blissfully ignorant
Inconsistant consistencies
Seperating intuition; from anxious, fiction
Contemplating my manic; fluctuations
Severing, codependency
Creating something; awfully, tenacious
Separating, split in two
Finally time, to start a new
I need time, I must find
What it sounds like
In my mind
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9. |
Freeman
02:24
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10. |
Hindsight is 20/20
02:43
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11. |
Letters to Burn
03:15
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