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BEACHES
03:33
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I could try to care less about it
But I can't let it go
Forever trapped inside my mind
It's wonderful
I can't rewind life as it seeps through my own hands
My war is godlike be it grace or an early grave
I could try and lean on your shoulder
But I'm in an empty place
There are no signs or guides
Just broken heart relayed
I can't rewind life as it seeps through my own hands
My war is godlike be it grace or an early grave
Call the ambulance because I can't find my hometown anymore
Enjoy the ambience you lost everything and more
Call the ambulance
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RING OF FIRE
05:04
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The worst you know is the best of me
I play with fire but I'm empty inside
Do I want it
I can't have it
Do I want it
Can't have it
All I really want is to be alone
Now that's a lie if there ever was one
Do I want it
So I tell myself
Do I want it
So I tell myself
You can't tell it but I'm missing out and
I can tell you over a hundred hours
It's a wonderful throne I mounted
What if I acted because I heard a rumour
Then I drown rather later than sooner
Do I need this does it ring a bell
What's on my mind I honestly can't tell
You can't tell it but I'm missing out and
I can tell you over a hundred hours
It's a wonderful throne I mounted
If there's one thing about it
It's my lies
If there's one thing about it
It's denial
I could try
I could try
I could try
I could try
I could try
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MAINLY BLUE
04:03
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Disappearing
Disappointed blue
In the light of the bloodred moon
A lack of trying
So it's revival blues
All the wrong notes played too soon
I'm not waiting for anything
These walls have eyes but they can't tell
Where's this heart at
Where's the art in all of this
Explain to me like I'm six years old
I'm not waiting for anything
These walls have eyes but they can't tell
A hundred lies
A millions spies
I can feel them closing in
But I'm not on trial
I'm not waiting for anything
These walls have eyes but they can't tell
I'm not waiting for anything
I'm not waiting for anything
I'm not waiting for anything
I'm not waiting for anything
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SUNNY DECO
01:55
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You could tell me I'm not anything
But I will always follow
You can push me to the ground
But I will always follow
Let me know just how much I fail
But I will always follow
Two-bit loser and I'm empty inside
I will always follow
Follow
Knocking on your door again
But that's just coz I'm gonna
Let you know you're all to me
And I won't let you fall
Follow
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CRUISE THE SKY
04:39
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Hiding the scum of earth decided
That faith could be a warning
Feelings overthrown
But my words they fail me
The universe derails me
Selling guilt by the pound
And I'm a returning customer
Tired of these tears are getting old again
It never felt like home down here
Please heaven send another ghost
Heaven send another ghost
Sliding off the earth without guidance
There's no time for mourning
Feelings put on hold
And absurdly I'm waiting
For heaven to be created
At least I found my battleground
But everyone distrusted me
Tired of these tears are getting old again
It never felt like home down here
Please heaven send another ghost
Heaven send another ghost
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FADED PHOTO EYES
03:25
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So faded photo eyes
And I'm emptying my lungs
Shadow calls for no reflection
And now they burn
They burn
They burn
Why universe uncured
And I'm filling up my lungs
Lazy eyes they hypnotize
And then they burn
They burn
They burn
I can see the apocalypse is dressing sharp
It's do not tell as when it grabs my heart
So faded photo eyes
And I'm emptying my lungs
Shadow calls for no reflection
And now they burn
They burn
They burn
I can see the apocalypse is dressing sharp
It's do not tell as when it grabs my heart
What used to be me is a backwards soundtrack
What used to be here is so backwards
And now they burn
They burn
They burn
I can see the apocalypse is dressing sharp
It's do not tell as when it grabs my heart
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The best you know is the worst of me
Tipping scales for the fun of it
Wish you well now fall in lime
Can't you see I'm blessed by crime
Down the isles in search of gods
Show the light that crown your life
Hold this mirror and it will crack
You're giving everyone a heart...
Not feeling lost
Not feeling anything
In the wake I unearthed it all
Tired eyes for the drunken trials
Brutality in your headlights
Mind your lies and please rewind
Your damaged heart is a goldmine
Down the isles in search of gods
Show the light that crown your life
Hold this mirror and it will crack
You're giving everyone a heart...
Not feeling lost
Not feeling anything
In the wake I unearthed it all
It's sick
Disease
It's sick
Deceased
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VULTURE CLUB
03:47
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There's a grave to dance upon
I was already dead on arrival
A certain wish that I'll be gone
So I enjoy the pain and drive off
Staying safe of everything
Stay in line
What if lies could tear it down
Let your eyes be my witness
There's a place where conflict reigns
In my heart every second
I have no will to understand
So enjoy the pain and drive off
Staying safe of everything
Stay in line
What if lies could tear it down
Let your eyes be my witness
You could make me, break me, take me
But I'm still shaking ground
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I just can't let it fade
I just can't let it fade what's coming down
Here's some color for the colorblind
I hear you plead
Original sin you can't escape
What's inside this heavenly grace
Maybe we've lost it
Maybe we're lost somehow
Maybe we're just lost inside your head
Here's a message in a broken bottle
How dare I say
It's not like Aristotle was playing games
And you could police everyone
Watch it all crumble down
Under crime and reasoning
Maybe we've lost it
Maybe we're lost somehow
Maybe we're just lost inside your head
Does it feel good to know
Does it feel good right now
Does it feel good to know
Does it feel good right now
That you've turned the world upside down
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10. |
CANYONS (for Staffan)
05:44
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I just don't know how to phrase this
Years have passed there are still traces
And though your words are all but gone
I want to sing an entirely different song
We used to stare at the same sky
We used to grieve under the same moon
We used to get burned by the same sun
But at least I had you as my passenger
I can't pick up myself right now
I can't pick up myself right now
I can't pick up myself right now
I can't pick up myself right now
I used to sit upon your shoulders
But now I'm 45 years old and
I remember the glow from your pipe piercing through the dark
And though I don't believe in heaven
I'm desperate for your part
I can't pick up myself right now
I can't pick up myself right now
I can't pick up myself right now
I can't pick up myself right now
I can't pick up myself right now
I can't pick up myself right now
I just can't seem to pick up myself
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