1. |
Well of Sorrows
05:19
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I sit here unbroken, unbent by what's been spoken.
I lay here in my thoughts, as you're ringing out the shots.
Chipped but not shattered; whipped but not battered.
I let you down. You couldn't turn things around.
Catch you tomorrow.
Throw another coin in the well of sorrow.
This can't be real, some wounds just don't heal.
Here comes mr. big-one. When he closes his eyes, the day is done.
King of the crystal. The all American asshole.
A soul without a shoe. No more walking to go through.
Crippled by your mind, just one stride left behind.
Catch you tomorrow.
Throw another coin in the well of sorrows.
This can't be real, some wounds just don't heal.
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2. |
Unwind
04:18
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If you wanna go away on a holiday, you can go there on a bird, with fucking cupholders.
It's hard to stay on rhythm to the drums in your life.
That's not a metaphor,
musics fucking hard.
This kind of paranoia, it drives me crazy.
Its way to hard to express how you feel, when nothing rhymes with crazy.
I can't take it anymore!
If you wanna lean on him, I don't even mind.
I'll just be sitting here unraveling, pretending to unwind.
I can't take it anymore! Any more!
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3. |
Trains
03:12
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My belly's aching for a chance to ride that 10:00 AM tide.
Alaskan treelines are floating up above, way up high.
Candied divots, green as leeks.
Fidgets, slipping the week.
Formaldehyde skies are floating up above, way up high.
Hello foot, how was your day? Won't you please go away.
The journeys sunk, and all you can do is sit inside your trunk.
My belly's aching, my belly's aching, my belly's aching for a grass without a seed, that's all I need.
Trains, take it away. Won't be here today. Won't be here today. Won't be here today. Won't be here today.
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4. |
Teeth
03:52
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You're not even trying, you know whats wrong.
Inside we're crying, thats where we belong.
Don't get it hurt, and don't let it go.
Don't get hurt, you're gonna loose control.
Crocodile tears, running through your teeth. Under the sheep's shear, under beneath.
You say you're deep, but hell if I know.
I messed up, I let it go.
I'm in too deep.
Pull out my teeth,
my days on repeat, burnin' up them sheets.
Crocodile tears, running through your teeth. Under the sheep's shear, under beneath.
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5. |
Except for You
04:24
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You used to say, that nothing else mattered,
Except for what we've gotta do.
Gone are the days when people split in two.
When nothing else mattered, except for you.
Except for you, except for you, except for you baby oh-oh-oh,
Except for you
Seems like today, it's gonna rain
On our parade.
You always say that I'm out of toutch
and out of key.
And that nothing else matters, except for me.
Except for you, except for you, except for you baby oh-oh-oh,
Except for you
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6. |
Grey House
02:48
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Peel down your wallpaper windows,
It's time to burn all your fake clothes.
We'll be living in the ground in no time.
To be real is the best kind of moonshine.
Eyes can glisten brighter than starlight.
Just let go and you'll be alright.
It's my grey house with a red door,
in front of the meadow I've been here before.
Behind a river, brighter than smiles.
I won't be back here after a while.
Bumper stickers giving manifestos,
pointing the way your train-nose can go.
You're just an engine, gonna go fast.
Arms get tired from shoveling coal,
but you're gonna go fast, everyone knows.
It's my grey house with a red door,
in front of the meadow I've been here before.
Behind a river, brighter than smiles.
I won't be back here after a while.
It's my grey house with a red door,
in front of the meadow I've been here before.
Behind a river, brighter than smiles.
I won't be back here after a while.
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7. |
Sail Away
02:40
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Sail away, tonight.
We can go far, after sight.
I'll be your dog, we can get along.
I'll be your Iggy, you can be my Bowie.
Sail away, tonight.
Out at the movies,
something moved me.
Behind the scenes,
beyond our wildest dreams.
Sail away, tonight.
Sail away, tonight.
Sail away, tonight.
Sail away, tonight.
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Deception is the key to someone like me.
Your perception of me is keeping
You, from me, we'll see.
Do you cry the same tears that I do?
When you don't come back,
Do you hear them in your ears too?
Screaming 'til you crack.
Well don't turn back,
don't turn back cause
You made me do this to myself
You made me do this to myself
You made me do this to myself
Do you think about me when I do?
At least somewhat the same?
Would you die for me? Cause I will.
Feeling like going insane.
You, and me, we'll see.
Do you cry the same tears that I do?
When you don't come back,
Do you hear them in your ears too?
Screaming 'til you crack.
Well don't turn back,
don't turn back cause
You made me do this to myself
You made me do this to myself
You made me do this to myself
I'll be waiting there for you
I'll be waiting there for you
I'll be waiting there for you
You set me free
You keep me
You set me free but
You made me do this to myself
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9. |
The Box
04:22
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Picture yourself in a box;
Without windows or doors
You're here in this box,
Vacant, nothing more.
You're hearing a knock,
but there's no door.
You're hearing a knock,
knocking won't stop.
And you think, it's all in your head.
But be mindful,
Who's in your head?
Knocks turn to grumbles,
grumbles turn to troubles.
Troubles threaten the bubble,
The bubble that keeps you humble.
Troubles threaten the box,
make your bubble pop.
Your bubble pops,
now you're in another box.
Be weary my child,
Some friends go wild.
My child beware,
your friends don't care.
Keep you in my heart.
2000 worlds apart,
think about me,
think about when we used to be so happy.
And you think, it's all in your head.
But be mindful,
Who's in your bed?
Who's in head?
Who's in your head?
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