1. |
Now?
02:40
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17
and sunken in
5am
you’re crawling in
Who’s gonna love you now?
17
and giving up
5pm
you’re waking up
Who’s gonna love you now?
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2. |
Fame Horse
02:21
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Why you looking at me?
Why you staring at my teeth?
I'm god's gift. I'm a horse.
Why you riding on me?
Nailing shoes in my feet.
A piece of work. I'm a horse.
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3. |
Cut the String
03:03
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Used to play games just to freak ourselves out.
Cut the string off, turn the lights out
Can’t look you in the eyes only see ocean tides
Can’t look me in the eyes only see black and white
And I never wanna let you down
I never wanna let you down
I know I do
I still say things just to freak myself out
Shut my brain off, spill my guts out
Can’t look you in the eyes only see state lines
Can’t look me in the eyes only see black and white
And I never wanna let you down
I never wanna let you down
I know I do
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4. |
Heavy
03:24
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I’m in a rose garden
I’m bubble barking
I’m in a rose garden
I’m double parking
Waiting on a watchmaker
Didn’t know how I should take her
I feel weird
I feel fine here
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5. |
Banger
02:13
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Someone told you were funny once
Now you never shut up
Someone told me I was pretty once
If I’d only shut up
So I’m only gonna say this once
I’m only gonna say I want
Someone told you you were what they want
Now you never shut up
Someone told me I was what they want
If I’d only shut up
So I’m only gonna say this once
I’m only gonna say I want
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6. |
Too Much
03:16
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Picked you up from the yard
Kicked down
I can’t watch you it’s too hard
What a bad time to come around
When’s it too much?
Feels like too much
Picked you up from the yard
Hold it down
Not the worst I’ve seen so far
What a bad time to come around
Feels like too much
Is that too much?
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7. |
Blowin Up
03:34
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No offense but I wasn't offended
Don't feel enough to really be affected
No point in getting so defensive
Not strong enough to really be effective
I'm blowin up
I'll blow it
I'm blowing up
Imploding
No offense but I wasn't offended
Don't feel enough to really be affected
No point in getting so defensive
Not strong enough to really be effective
I'm blowin up
Do you want me or am I just a vision
of a good time fucked up on the weekend?
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8. |
Probably Dead
02:15
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Isolated showers
The overnight hours
The top of a mountain
A final destination
But I was on the fence and
Riding it out
But I was on the fence and
Pulling splinters out
And every single girl you had in your bed
Every single girl was inside your head
Every pinup girl you hang above your bed
Every pinup girl is probably dead
This is the soft part for my little soft heart
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9. |
Good Game
03:26
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You watch me go running
Until I’m purple in the face
You need a goalkeeper
You need someone to take up space
Good game
You watch me go running
Until I’m falling on my face
You need a midfielder
You need someone to keep the pace
Good game
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10. |
Plastered Saint
04:09
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I'm a pair of fish
Floating through a slippery ocean
Chasing both my tails
I can't keep this room from spinning
Do you really want to know what I've been thinking?
Do you really want to know when I've been drinking?
I'm a plaster saint
All my paint is chipping away
Hollow and straight faced
I don't even know what I'm saying
Do you really want to know what I've been thinking?
Do you really want to know when I've been drinking?
Do you really want to know?
Do you really want out?
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