1. |
I Never Had
04:25
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v1: i got this problem i cannot reveal, baby
the news is hurting so bad
zeroing in on this burning desire but
disease riddles my head
sunset falls on your pale skin
while i found the reasons why i have to play to win
no more excuses, no more means to an end
i'm running out of these nooses
pc: your body flutters, as i walk over
reach down slowly, and take my hand
let's take a walk downtown, no, let's take the steps upstairs
show me your wild card, i'll play the fool again
c: all this time you've been following me around
but what did you really need
give me something to bleed for, baby
i wanna swing, feel the sting of what i won't have
why you wanna be someone in bed you'll fault me again
rolling on the floor you give me all that i never had
v2: dust is scattered all across the room, like a shelf ripped off its place
all my excuses come crashing down, now pull me towards your face
pc
c
b:nobody here knows my name
so why can't we talk somewhere, like my bed frame
you're towing that county line
you're nickle and diming me all the way down
you're sipping gin and lime
you're pulling me down for the last time
sing it all this time you've been following me around
but what did that really mean
give me something to bleed for baby
i wanna swing, feel the sting of what i don't have
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2. |
Octopus Dreamland
03:42
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v1: as we arrive in full attire i feel that breeze
it's all insane, the air warns me
inside a spectacle, gaudy dancing, champagne bowls
feet dragging i watch the scene unfold
bar lamps flicker, shadows storm around the hall
shaped by potted plants and golden chandeliers
i'm handed my first glass and sputter a toast to the past
back when intentions were more clear
c: jump in, we're headed for disaster, it's so plain to see
ballroom shaking, shaking faster, can you believe me now
drive me up the wall, throw a brick on that gas pedal
i wanna see beyond these ceilings
v2: safe inside the crowd i'm looking for a line
out on the street, who knows who you'll meet
bright landslides, ice is dripping down my spine
i'm ready to drown in this sea of faces
c
b: noisy room, lights and sounds, it all come crashing, crashing down
noisy room, lights and sounds, it all come crashing, to the ground
you are a fog, a natural disaster, can't believe i am fading faster
noisy room, lights and sounds, it all come crashing, crashing down...
c
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3. |
Lot 37
04:42
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v1: try to feel you first but you push away, so i get up
walk to the window cars driving by, echo down the street
you have spread all throughout my veins, can't contain this outbreak
but i no longer feel, your loving through the flow
pc: but now your promises break like china dolls
glossy eyed and hollow
send them all crashing down
done picking up the pieces
c: i'm burning through my reserves
keeping it together cuz nothing else works
why try to feed the flame
when we're standing in the pouring rain
all i had sought to find
love returned and peace of mind
i'm done with waiting, done with waiting
for that moment to arrive
v2: intertwine with me step together now, don't be looking back
let your thoughts grow cold and i'll meet you there, just hold me close
still you spread through my skin and bones, can't hold back this heartache
it's so hard to move when you're hardly existing at all
pc
c
shattered windowpane, my heart in a sling
mountains of things to say, can't say anything
c
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4. |
Dull Boy
06:21
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v1: working for my bread is how i survive
digging ditches to give my dreams life
might not got the mind but i got time
back breaking in sweat just to make my dime
rolling out of bed at 3am
carrying my soul to the miner's den
swing upon the rocks strike in unison
a million other men digging to their end
pc: now i know that i'm no good
but i've done all i could
the world's done me no crime
but is this my lot in life?
c: they don't like me around
it's time i left this town
shake me, break me but no please don't take me now
don't take me away
v2: i wanna know how it feels to be
among the other men whose minds are free
never had nothing handed to me
digging up wards is my only means
cave-ins keep me locked down but i can't break stride
older men tell me that that ain't no life
tired of their games give me solutions
a million ticking clocks counting to our end
pc
c
hey dull boy, come out of your shell
it's time to play, you're working life away
hey dull boy, come out of your shell
it's time to play you're throwing life away...
hey dull boy, come out of your shell
it's time to pay, come throw your life away, oh
i know that i'm no good
but i've done all i could
world's done me no crime
so this is my lot in life
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5. |
Briefcase
06:05
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v1: this time i've been brought to my knees
been over and under, and in between
but there are no beacons, no signal flags
you've finally drifted off my map
these days our lives burying time
this broken pact of ours, with blood i signed
confound my animosity, the man who set me free
rotting in a cell
c: so now i'm down, down down,
sinking right on through the ground
whoa i'm falling down, down, down,
sinking right on through the ground
whoa i'm falling
v2: i stood as you sailed away
my percentages decrease day after day
solutions a consolation prize
i'd rather have been disqualified
these years we spend our time ignoring the lies
life's just a contest and you sabotaged my entry
confound my animosity, my blushing bride to be
abandoned at her altar
c
b: now you see the face of the man who can't understand
all those times when i knew not to look so far ahead
this time built your tower of sand, closed the gate on this man
prompter stalls, with your back on the wall now you're looking at me saying
whoa, no no, you never chose me
whoa, no no, you never chose me
-instrumental-
b/outro
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