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Burning Bridges
02:23
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All I want is just a little bit more than I’ll ever get but just by a little bit, baby
I’m throwing in the towel, still wet from when it rained, and I guess it meant nothing kissing through the windowpane
It’s all in the past, and we’ll never look back, and I’m convinced you misread the forecast that day
you’re so 3 months ago, the alcohol has made you slow, and this shooting star just wanted you to know
and I will stay away from you
I’m taking flight, I’m bridging the gap, cuz for you babe I’d risk the run to hell and back
and I don’t think they see what I see cuz darling you are totally one hundred percent perfect to me
and I will stay away from you
But you’re still running circles ‘round words we already knew
Somewhere along the road you forgot about the east
Stars spot the sunset far from where you sleep
Through sudden turns, I’ve come to learn, you’re one bridge I’ll have to burn
You’re one bridge… I’ll have to burn
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2. |
Child's Play
02:42
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Maybe it’s me, maybe it’s you,
but sweetheart you don’t own me like you think you do
and I don’t want any trouble now,
I just want a good time,
with you
Maybe it’s wrong, but I think it’s right
Kissin’ all the boys, cheerin’ on bar fights
But I can’t change your view
Of an all American beaut-
Beauty
Maybe I’m in color, and you grayscale
I get such satisfaction from seeing you fail
and I’ve been waiting for this
I’m not someone who is easy to miss
in time
Things are looking black for a soul so white
Don’t for a second assume I’m going down without a fight
And I am saying goodbye
I am done with your child’s
play
I am saying goodbye to your child’s play
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3. |
The Sound of Lightning
04:30
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You’re a nightmare I don’t wanna wake up from
It’s that easy to walk away, its that easy to start today
There might be something out there
whispering in my ear and tonight these trees come alive
I won’t run away tonight, but I will
sleep, and ends will start to meet
you’re rearranging the story now
reversing your words
switching roles now won’t make you less alone but the hourglass is hitting home
and I know it’s so hard to say goodbye, but I’m already gone
Waking up next to you is something I promised I’d never do
the air is still so I don’t speak, I don’t breathe
I sit and stare in the summer air, your lightning sound’s getting me nowhere
and my eyes, are open wide, but still I linger inside
the walls are falling now
So I'm a-gunna get out
you’re rearranging the story now
but I’m about to wake up
it’s expected to be affected
and I’ve been lying again
To be continued, or no longer into you
It makes me wonder, would you even miss me at all?
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4. |
Suburban Fever Blues
02:03
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Have you been watching the news lately?
Well I been watchin' the news lately
Can't buy nice cars, can't see the stars
we're all on the radar, swallowing our memoirs
Broke life, run down, can't afford to leave town
Cuz i studied philosophy, still in debt, never free
The government's got me by the neck
sleepin' just for a paycheck ah ah oh
comin' for that good dough, leavin home in Mexico
Comin like a UFO, no soy americano
Oh god please let me in
I just wanna feed my kid
Oh my god i'm 65 years old
My whole entire life lead to this retirement home
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5. |
Regret Me
03:01
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I caught you speaking with your eyes
And in midday, you still spoke about the night (wooaoh)
If you die before I wake I pray the devil your soul to take
And I don’t know if you know me well at all
This is against all I know (I want you to regret me)
This is ours and ours alone (I want you to regret me)
I need you to regret me
I caught you thinking without your mind
and maybe you’ve forgotten that my ears are not as blind (woaoh)
as my decisions seem to be, look as far as your heart can see
to see how you had broken me
They hurt me and still it stings, you were they and they were me
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6. |
150
03:20
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I don’t want you to believe in this part of me, It’s fiction baby
All the time, it’s mighty true but I’ll dare to deny
Somethin’ ‘bout white lines and Massachusetts Avenue’s city street signs
Make it easy to believe that our future sleeps in fields of gold
Ain’t it a shame that we’re already getting old
And I still remember the smell of that nicotine vapor
And how it wasn’t goodbye, just see you later
I showered maybe once a week and found comfort and solace in these familiar streets
So let me explain myself and no one else
And you always said you had a feeling that we’d meet again
And I never thought that’d be true
And I cried the whole ride home
And I remember what you said
(what you said)
I don’t want you to believe in a word they say, it’s all the same
So you’re cordially uninvited to this memory I’ve made
And I still remember the warmth of your breath on my neck
And our weeks turning into hours and our kisses turned to love
We counted my ribs one by one and slowly watched my body become undone
As they whispered we love you, we’ll miss you
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false observations lead to mislead methods, the elders have all of us taking second guesses
ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, watch out before long your blood will rust
Forever free between the leaves distance slowly consuming me
Communication cuts off, it’s far better to be alone, lock the doors, call it home
the things we say, they are so marvelously strange
an undiagnosed disease, and blurry pleas to wake up
a crisis of identity buried under slurred speech
starry signs, stormy dreams, tangled in the salts of the sea
faces turn to glass and this time the reflection won’t pass
And honestly, it’s so obvious
the things we say, they are so marvelously strange
you’re everything I see in me, you’re everything I strive to be
and what you want is what you get, but what you deserve is...
now my mind aches to be clear through hazy sights and broken mirrors
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