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Preface
01:14
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2. |
Guilty
05:01
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Please all she gives is lust
But oh god it's enough, to deconstruct
She said You love what you're doing to me,
Draw me in with promises so slowly
Breathe out and tell me what's unholy
I said I love it when, oh when you say we're lonely
My eyes, we're only made to drive her mad
But it's hard to miss what you never had
I said You love what you're doing to me,
Draw me in with promises so slowly
Breathe out and tell me what's unholy
I love it when, oh when you say we're lonely
You love what you're doing to me,
Draw me in with promises so slowly
Breathe out and tell me what's unholy
I love it when, oh when you say we're lonely
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3. |
Razors
03:34
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Oh baby really, you need to tell me the truth
Yeah shes so pretty but I came and I was thinking of you
The worst, I've
Ever lied,
was that I didn't love it
You'll cry
Ill smile
Promises mean nothing
Without a thought, you cut my world in two
And I can't tell what's worse, blood for me or bleeding for you
Oh baby twist your hips like, I can't see
And one more drink like, nothings happening
Neck bites
Tired eyes
Dark rooms hide the shame
Intertwined
Sin in mind
Scream when I say you're name
Without a thought, you cut my world in two
And I can't tell what's worse, blood for me or bleeding for you
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4. |
Frozen Existence
05:09
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A single word is all I ask, that's all I have,
Because you are just so unforgettable.
And your making me feel, so confused
You don't know what you can do.
a single glance rolls around,
and I fall to the ground,
Why can't you see your haunting me.
She has don't love me, written on her lips.
But legibly, its shown in her hips.
When no ones home, a crying plea.
She speaks of grace but her eyes tell another story.
a single glance rolls around, and I fall to the ground,
Why can't you see your haunting me.
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5. |
Princes
04:36
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I admit I waste away
for the first one who knows my name,
But maybe this ones mine.
It seems I can't give myself a moment of silence,
Don't tell me that I'm fine.
Isn't it selfish to be overjoyed
By attention I get from drowning in my void.
It's breaks me, to wonder what I'll do
I hate it, not living but waiting through.
I'm tired of feelings less,
But that feeling splits and digresses,
Into my bones.
Right now I'm driving myself to the ground
And manically tossing euphoria around,
For now I've got worth.
So
no more guys who think they're princes, fuck all the girls go to Princeton, and everybody with daddy's riches, don't get a thing about this
no more guys who think they're princes, fuck all the girls that'll go to Princeton, and everybody with daddy's riches, oh I wish we didn't want it!
It's breaks me, to wonder what I'll do
that's the point of living, waiting through.
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6. |
Heart Song
03:43
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Stand perfectly still, just to be queen
Your love bled out through clenched teeth
Sitting in back rooms, with no witnesses
The darks Forming intricate, images, innocent, sentences now
Ooh Waiting for you
ooh
Ooh Waiting for you
Nerves shot like bullets into your chest
That beat out the pulses, only for rest
Take hold of you're flatlines, and make them break
I'll tell you and tell, but I can't do the same
Ooh Waiting for you
ooh
Ooh Waiting for you
Ooh
Heart beats like thunderstorms
I could never keep you warm with
Heart beats like thunderstorms
I could never keep you
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7. |
Six Word Stories (Live)
04:23
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You think in stanzas, but you keep you're heart quiet
You have a sunny disposition and a rainy day smile
You want so badly, to break from you're skin,
Isn't it a tragedy that we're all better within
Spin you're words like fabric that you're covered in to hide
Sin and ballroom magic, are more than simple lies
Give me you're letters,
written on a bar, table napkin with a pen,
that was stronger than my words
Send me you're heartbreak,
masquerading as a happy little face,
and hope I get the message
Small talk, wasn't really ever for you or me
But we kept it for normal formalities
That to abide by, was treason all the same
In our minds, the others were all to blame
Spin you're words like fabric that you're covered in to hide
Sin and ballroom magic, are more than simple lies
Give me you're letters,
written on a bar, table napkin with a pen,
that was stronger than my words
Send me you're heartbreak,
masquerading as a happy little face,
and hope I get the message
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8. |
Factory Floors (Live)
03:00
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This is for the nights when it's cold for you,
put on your jacket and step into my view,
let memories waste away to make something new
I had letters written without an address,
with a smirk and a twist you made me confess,
we laid in parking lots and factory floors
The workers take leave after you've left,
to sow your heart into my chest,
the workers return from your gaze and it burns,
but they arrive again and again
String sentence and sentence like it hasn't been years,
since I've had my mind so perfect and clear,
heartbroken to hear you're head over heels in love
you've been betrayed by starry nights and liquor,
if I wasn't sure I would've left quicker,
take what you want as long as you stay
The workers take leave after you've left,
to sow your heart into my chest,
the workers return from your gaze and it burns,
but they arrive again and again
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