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Palms to the Floor
02:46
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I don’t want to wake up on my own anymore think I need a new life got my palms to the floor. Smoking residue what is wrong with you, one more screw to lose, no more time left for no more petty issues. Today was our final hit yeah and we just wasted it baby used me up like ashes think I got the rigor mortis. Building up the walls like tetris fuck it time to exit no more time to pay rent and no more fences. Closed the door to my heart you can’t come back in, I’ll be waiting here though when you’re ready for sin. No more time on the clock smashed my phone and broke the lock back when it was funny, no more laughter no more sunnies. You can’t contact me yeah, I broke my phone, no more taking calls when I’m in the zone. I don’t want to talk anymore man I’m so fucking faded, big home now and I toke alone. No more taking it, no more cowardice, I’m all done with it. I don’t want to wake up on my own anymore think I need a new life got my palms to the floor.
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80 Chimes
01:53
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Pressure, pain. And all around it fell in heavy sheets, the cold is gripping, I can’t speak I can’t breathe. Not long to go now, so tired and weak, the unforgiving night, the darkness envelopes me. The hour approaches, losing all senses, you look back at your life, there’s no one left this time. What have you done, all hope is long gone, eat away at my insides, I prepare my goodbyes. I tried, there is nothing left to hide.
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What Became of Me
03:41
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You began to see what became of me, not like I was not like I used to be.
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Be Nice
03:44
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In the night we’re hurting, in the night burning. Won’t you show me what you mean, when you can me by his name, I’m sorry? don’t give up this time. Don’t you remember when we first went together, go so fast we’re speed racers. We both fucked up we drugged our vices consume us popping sheets full of scriptures to make us feel normal again do you know what it feels like to have nothing left int the tank, we’re running on empty but somehow still going I don’t think this is healthy I feel like a test subject trials of Quetiapine Remeron Zyprexa I don’t know I’m sleepy I just feel dazed all the time. Is this the best you can do for me it’s not really working at all, I feel like I’m part of that wall. So dissociated I forgot what my name was, I can’t function like this, how could anyone. Flashbacks so vivid that I’m not even part of the moment that everyone else is in anymore. I was 19 or 20 when they first told me I had PTSD that one really hit home, more than the other names they gave to me over the past 5 years in and out of hospital. Got scheduled again, fuck me cunt.
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Fight of your Life
03:47
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Yeah I got to stop, my past life on the rock. When I’m backing on top I need the world to stop spinning. Time has passed for crying no home left to lie in, I don’t need these pity tests you’re gonna catch me flying. I got my eye on the clock, driving my car it won’t stop, I’ve got the gas filled my wallet and I head to the pump. Catch me at night losing my mind can’t constrain it this time, all of these thoughts that come for me rage until I fall asleep. It’s the fight of your life ya, Fight for your life I’m scarred for my life, second guess me this time I’d die for this life, fight for your life, I’m scarred for my life, second guess me this time, second guess me twice.
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Contest of Love
03:41
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Pick on every thought I have, pick out every fucking flaw. I had nothing left to say. I have nothing. Criticize my every move I’ll write it all down and remember every single detail, pick me apart. I shut myself outside, you leave me there to die. Take it back, what you said, I won’t be leaving no. Contest of love. Suffer fare me well, you won’t see me not here, in another life, for the first time, we’ll meet each other, we’ll start anew.
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This Time
06:58
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Endless, drain on everyone I don’t think I can take it. Distraught, how will I go on when I’ve cut so deep. You found me barely alive broken and numb, I am patiently waiting to give myself, but you cut me off, but you cut me. This time, there’s no sorry for you. This time, there’s no going back home. But I want to try and I want to spend some time, got to get this right, got to be sure it’s my time. But I want to try and I want to spend some time, got to get this right, the final goodbye. You will never see me not once, you keep your distance, I’ll make it clear. You’re not wanted, you never were, you can go die slowly somewhere no one will find you. You are nothing.
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Catch Up
03:27
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When I’m dressed up she said I look like a fashion model. When do we catch up, you know I caught up. I can’t fly anymore, I can’t get high without you. Where did that feeling go? Got to get up get over it, now we’re skeptical and we can’t feel the love. When I’m feeling fine you know I make the most of it cause when I trudge through the mud I’ll be out for while. Keep it moving keep the dress up keep your head up, now I see the blessings shine through your mirror. Got a new tomb, crew got a new view, what would you do, smoke like choo choo, no more boo boo. Yeah I don’t bite, unless you want me to. Still get down and dirty for a witch. I know they think I can’t do it anymore but they were doubting me, building walls like tetris, fuck it time to exist. Lego laser time when I move around ice in the tray I’ll do it for another now. Yeah you thought it wouldn’t work but you weren’t fucking with me. If she’s said it won’t fit in then we’re not fucking lying. If she said I’m not fly you know they can’t handle this. What am I left with? Well, just a web of insecurities. Why do I cry all the fucking time? Fallout new vegas 2 yeah baby I’m a waster, fuck a chaser we like it straight up.
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Dancing
01:13
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Something Else
02:42
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I wanted to be something else, something else. I wanted to be something else, something else. Something else, something else, something else. I wanted to be something else. You were always more than enough for me, you were always more than enough for me. More than enough, more than enough, more than enough for me. You were always more than enough for me. I wanted to be something else, something else. I wanted to be something else, something else. Something else, something else, something else. I wanted to be something else. You deserve more than I can give, you deserve more than I can give. More than I can give, more than I can give, more than I can give. You deserve more than I can give. I wanted to be something else, something else. I wanted to be something else, something else. Something else, something else, something else. I wanted to be something else.
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Hot Showers
05:11
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Hot showers don’t warm up your heart anymore. Back of the car park you said your part to me. You said only call you when you really need to, but it’s alright shady lean on me, you leaned on me. The sun so bright, so bright it burnt through my eyes. The garden’s looking great, catch it before the weather ends. Catch it before the weather ends.
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Cowboys
05:22
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There we were hand in hand, standing on the edge of a mountain, what will become of us, what will become of us. We were almost together worlds collided then torn apart before us. Throwing them back and forth, what will become of us. A burning question comes to fruition the moment now is too far from perfect. What will become of us, leave it for another day. Another day when thought are more fruitful, time to be truthful, exuberant and youthful. Leave it for another day. There was I innocent bystander standing on the edge of the highway, if you’ll have it my way. I take my step suddenly a car brushes me by, on a path of mindless destruction the child beside me was not so fortunate today. Struck hell bent, he’s flung across the road. With no sign of stopping, no call for resistance he drives his car into the wall, that man is no more, that man is no more. It was there on that day, I find myself standing, stuck on the edge of the highway, dumbfounded at what I’ve just seen, one more step and the fate I’d have met. Take me back to memoirs of another day, memories lost ones I ‘d rather forget. So close to death we are in existing the threat of calamity is one step away, though we choose to ignore this ever pressing notion and get on with it peacefully, without a thought in our heads. What will become of us. There we were back onthat cliff back in the midst of it back on that trip, you turn to me with a look I’ve not seen. Venom drip from your lips, they are reeling. You start to scream full of duress, what will become of us, what will become of us, what will become of us, what will become us.
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Dazy
03:07
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Go on and on, get out of this town. There’s no time to delay. Don’t wait on another day, don’t fall into this daze. I want to go to the beach all day, I want to fade away, forget about it, melt in to the days. There we were back on the rooftop, it was all so far and starry. IT was easier to speak my mind, it was easy not to worry. Then it all turned to smoke, then my grandpa had a stroke. I want to go to the beach all day, I want to fade away, forget about it, melt in to the days. When we are old we can reminisce on things we used to say, don’t wait for for another day, I can’t wait on another day.
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