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After a while
She walks into the room
The pockets
Of her jacket filled with glue
Into which she's stuffed her fingers
I'm stuck
We all get sometimes
Then she smiles
But I just can't read her mind
Sometimes
Her smile doesn't reach her eyes
And I'm trying to say sorry
Don't lie
We all lie sometimes
But not now
I change my outfit everyday
I say those things that I think
You would like to hear me say
I do things I normally wouldn't do
Just to make you let me spend a while with you
Silly, silly, silly, silly me
She lights a fag
And sits down on the floor
Her face
Buried in the mess of hair
God, I thought I knew her color
I don't
I don't know nothing
So I look up
But it looks like she has left
Worried
She's gonna kill herself
But she just went to the bathroom
And I laugh
We all laugh sometimes
Just not now
I change my outfit everyday
I say those things that I think
You would like to hear me say
I do things I normally wouldn't do
Just to make you let me spend a while with you
Silly, silly, silly, silly me
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Is it me or you who's talking this time?
Is it anyone?
How come my words get stuck in my throat
Every time you're asking?
Promised myself this time
Promised myself
Promised myself to say
To say what I was thinking
But some songs are better off unsung
No matter how honest
Yet sometimes we all must drop it
And now you're waiting
Promised myself this time
Promised myself
Promised myself not to
Not to say I'm sorry
I think you know, but I'm not sure
But sure as hell is that I won't ask
Can't tell now you would react
And I don't want to do a test
I think I'll leave when I wake
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I'm not in position to give advice
Cannot correct, set a trial
This should be something I've left behind
In order to leave a while to dry
Can't I hate you?
I abuse you as a friend
I abuse you as a friend
I abuse you as a friend
I abuse you as a friend
You wanted to be God, correct my love
You wanted to be God, correct my love
You wanted to be God, correct my love
You wanted to be God
It's time to collect what I've left behind
I wish I just could press rewind
A second I thought I was in charge
But I'm just an ant trying to bark
Can't I hate you?
You wanted to be God, correct my love
You wanted to be God, correct my love
You wanted to be God, correct my love
You wanted to be God
I don't wanna waste more time
But I miss you
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4. |
Competitive Excuse
03:27
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Still, we talk like monuments
Your eyes are not mine
Still, there's nothing left for us to do
Than run away from all we knew
I turn up, you turn out
To be a pebble in my mountain
I turn left, you turn right
If I should die and turn up alive
Is that a marrow in your sweepstakes?
A mortal coil for us to soil
It's not too late
Not too late to shake hands
And not too late
Not too late to say sorry
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The contents of which we're built
Ain't leaving a place for guilt
Just wipe away the blood they've spilt
I'm not gonna fade away like the rest
They'd kill to get a dollar out of
Every cent you earn but it's bound to break
Here come the pigs to con you all
Should've learned to write them off
Swear by my hand to take them on
Here come the pigs to skin you all
Break your legs to make you fall
Turn it around and place them below
The purpose of what I've portrayed
Is to make you lazy fuckers comprehend
Take those clenched fists out of your pockets
I don't wanna wait and rot like the rest
It's getting to the point where the
Money brings out the asshole in me
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I know you know where I'm sleeping now
I know you moan but it's over now
I know you try but you're on your own
And there are some things that you shouldn't know
You know I love but I'm not concerned.
I've said enough and meant every word
Last time we kissed, I bit my tongue
I should've said you're not the only one
We celebrate but I can't restrict the thoughts I have
I'm the weakling here
Delete the files, break the rusty chain
Make it stop, this is not the way
Cheers to the art of breaking up
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Up at 5 a.m.
Same old clothes again
Same old routine
So disgusting
Windows I don't clean
No matter where I've been
Dirt is watching
Not forgetting
Home ten miles away
What I call home depends on where I'm staying
But it's nothing like yours
Drive some cars away
Headlights 'round the bend
Paint my target
A cocky carcass
Empty, worn down flat
Dead since you have left
Yellow Post-It
Just confirms it
Phone-calls late in the night
Felt so long, I thought I had forgotten about
But it's nothing like you
Silver lining
On my Friday evening
"Twin Falls Idaho"
On my TV set
Clasp my grasping hand
Catch my passing glance
Take this gesture
Might be my last one
Salt in open wound
Kiss you if I could
Arms wide open
My guard let down
Fell asleep again
They woke me up
To tell me they were closing
It's reminding me of you
Silver lining
On my Friday evening
Face down, crying
Maybe it's all your fault
Silver lining
The party, music
Sung by Robert Smith
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8. |
Turn My Head (Demo)
05:22
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Last winter
I did all I could
To shake this cold
I wish I would
Turn back and
Say the things
I should've said
It's much too late
To set things straight
By now
Now the wall
I climbed up on
And fell right down
Just like I should
By rite
You give the words completely
Turn my head around too easily
This a lot more than this
And for all the questions posed by
A man who's gone too far to turn out
This a lot more than this
A whole lot more than this
I tried to push
A blank last month
To find myself
Like hell, I don't
Know how to
Take my time
And find out why
I live like this
I act like this
Sometimes
Nothing left
No you to fret
It hurt too much
But you like that
Do you?
You give the words completely
Turn my head around too easily
This a lot more than this
And for all the questions posed by
A man who's gone too far to turn out
This a lot more than this
A whole lot more than this
Won't you come home with me?
You give the words completely
Turn my ahead around too easily
This a lot more than this
And for all the questions posed by
A man who's gone too far to turn out
This a lot more than this
A whole lot more than this
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9. |
Booker T
03:18
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Instrumental
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10. |
Think I'm OK
02:24
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Singular
02:09
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12. |
Delete
02:19
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13. |
Strive For
03:06
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14. |
Hazel (Demo)
05:23
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After a while
She walks into the room
The pockets
Of her jacket filled with glue
Into which she's stuffed her fingers
I'm stuck
We all get sometimes
Then she smiles
But I just can't read her mind
Sometimes
Her smile doesn't reach her eyes
And I'm trying to say sorry
Don't lie
We all lie sometimes
Just not now
I change my outfit everyday
I say those things that I think
You would like to hear me say
I do things I normally wouldn't do
Just to make you let me spend a while with you
Silly, silly, silly, silly me
She lights a fag
And sits down on the floor
Her face
Buried in that mess of hair
God, I thought I knew her color
I don't
I don't know nothing
So I look up
But it looks like she has left
Worried
She's gonna kill herself
But she just went to the bathroom
And I laugh
We all laugh sometimes
But not now
I change my outfit everyday
I say those things that I think
You would like to hear me say
I do things I normally wouldn't do
Just to make you let me spend a while with you
Silly, silly, silly, silly me
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