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TV
03:25
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Keep the blinders on your eyes,
Reminded of the time you tried to,
Take me alive.
No, I'll never die, cause I take my time,
No, you'll never take me hostage.
Tide me over,
Until the light comes closer,
Love me like I'm reborn.
Too soft at heart,
Too hard to handle.
Too soft at heart,
Too hard to handle.
Yes, I'll try my best,
To get this all off my chest.
No, you'll never take my hostage.
Tide me over,
Until I come closer,
Love me like I'm reborn.
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2. |
No Bullshit [& A Bed]
03:42
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Don't rush me,
I want you to make up the night to me.
I'm running on fumes, let's do it here,
For time's sake.
I can't wait,
I've waited too long.
No bullshit, and a bed
Speak of the devil,
To find out what he said,
You couldn't be too much,
For me she said,
No bullshit and a bed.
Slashing up the tires while driving,
Trying to keep from doing yourself in.
You're rolling slower every minute,
They got you first, you couldn't have seen it.
I didn't do it,
I swear, they're not true,
I don't wanna hear you say,
Love.
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3. |
Wonderbread
05:26
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So many lives you try to touch,
From where you hide.
Look alive, you're not a soldier,
Never seen the front line.
Hold my son close,
I'll never get to see him grow. Cause I got,
Bruises, to prove it,
And scars carved on the walls of my heart.
I've had it with dreams,
Amphetamine dreams,
And suicidal goodbyes,
I've had it with dreams,
I'm not what it seems,
And it kills me every time.
Closing the curtain between,
What is and what you want us to see,
And all the while you try to stay alive.
Just a little taste,
Turn around you find you waste away.
Bruises, to prove it,
And scars carved on the walls of my heart.
Forgetting faces,
To make spaces for new memories.
Hollow yet heavy,
Hollow yet heavy enough to bring me to my knees.
Bring me to my knees again.
I've had it with dreams,
Amphetamine dreams,
And suicidal goodbyes,
I've had it with dreams,
I'm not what it seems,
And it kills me every time.
Say it with me one time:
So many lives you try to touch,
From where you hide.
Look alive, you're not a soldier,
Never seen the front line.
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4. |
Bad Blood
05:04
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You're not a comet.
What makes you think you belong up with the stars?
How does it feel to have a galaxy's promise?
Shooting across,
Your eyes adjust too slow.
If it was there,
It's sure not there anymore.
Bitter, lie through your teeth.
Never, bittersweet.
Holy water underneath your feet
Never cared enough to have to let it go.
Burn me up,
On re entry
Reaching out until you crash.
Bad blood,
Is in me,
And it feels like fire.
You're not a comet.
What makes you think you belong up with the stars?
How does it feel to have a galaxy's promise?
Shooting across,
Your eyes adjust too slow.
If it was there,
It's sure not there anymore.
Bitter, lie through your teeth.
Never, bittersweet.
Holy water underneath your feet
Never cared enough to have to let it go.
Burn me up,
On re entry
Reaching out until you crash.
Bad blood,
Is in me,
And it feels like fire.
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5. |
Cotton Candy
03:55
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One fifteen a.m. she calls crying on the phone,
I’ll never let her bury that bottle, all on her own,
I don’t want to give any less than you deserve,
Shooting from the hip, someone always gets hurt.
I have to let it go, I’m holding on so tightly,
The rope is coming undone, I’m losing my grasp.
Cousins jumping off, it seems so familiar,
She’ll never be convinced it’s time to talk her down.
Don’t push her,
She’s hanging off the edge,
Don’t push her,
She tastes so sweet, she gets picked apart and then she's gone.
Sober as a soldier feeling out of place,
Walking out in the streets like I'm in the third grade,
Sundance Valley actress, gets her jumping off my mind,
Showing him the ropes and the time of his life, twice.
I have to let it go, I’m holding on so tightly,
The rope is coming undone, I’m losing my grasp.
Cousins jumping off, it seems so familiar,
She’ll never be convinced it’s time to talk her down.
Don’t push her,
She’s hanging off the edge,
Don’t push her,
She tastes so sweet, she gets picked apart and then she's gone.
One fifteen a.m. she calls crying on the phone,
Half the bottle down and half of me to go..........................................................
Don’t push her,
She’s hanging off the edge,
Don’t push her,
She tastes so sweet, she gets picked apart and now she says.
Don’t push her,
She's hanging off the edge,
Don’t push herrrrrr
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