1. |
Spent, Not Satisfied
04:07
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Are we out of time?
Or is the hourglass tipping over
when you're spent, not satisfied
Is it right for me
to pack my bags and leave it all
for a new sight, a better drive
Now I see that there's something more to life that I can't be
Realize, that some would kill to feel alive
The end of the world only lasts one night
Realize, that I would kill to feel alive
The end of the world only lasts one night
Are we out of line?
Or should I turn the car around
for a new sight, a better drive
Is it right for me?
to pack my bags and leave it all
when I'm spent, not satisfied
Are we out of time?
Or is the hourglass tipping over
I'm spent, not satisfied
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2. |
Whistleblower
03:42
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Baby, do you wanna know
how tonight is gonna go
Wanna lie awake and see what I really wanna be so bad
(wanna be so bad) (2x)
I know I can be stuck inside this dream,
so darling why sing me lullabies?
Pretty little baby, wanna take you on a ride
The motion of the ocean and the city in my sights
Pretty little baby, wanna come along with me
'Cause everybody's looking for something more to be
So you say that I'm aiming high
Well baby, get in line
If the world is out of reach, wanna grow a couple feet so bad
(wanna be so bad) (2x)
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3. |
Teen Night
04:50
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Have faith in yourself, if you can't have faith in anyone else
Tommy, your philosophy is based on the premise that I know who I am
But I don't know who I am and I don't want to
If I don't like how I'm feeling, I just wait a couple seconds til'
I get some kind of feeling, before I lose the feeling again
So many thing I can't account for, now that I've said
You're a young man, in war time
You'll do things that you never thought you would
So don't worry, don't worry, and just lose yourself for good
Don't worry about a thing
And just remember to forget who you are
I always hold my wrist and I scratch my face and I pop my black heads
I lie in sebum like Bathory in blood
'Cause I need my distractions to keep me from the things that scare me,
My own ambitions, the things I need to do
It's time to hit the dance floor. I've spent too long not getting what I want
Grind on your figuration, before I change my configuration again
I don't know what I'm thinking anymore
Don't worry about a thing (don't worry)
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If you can see division, you would understand my derision
You would understand my decision to be by myself
I'm on a subway with so many people, I found a subway without all the people
I found a church without all the people, oh I am Jesus, watch me drive my car
We're so different from each other, that we're able to get along at all,
that we're able to get along at all,
It's so strange, It's so strange, it's astounding
(Don't make me stop my fronting now)
Hate my whole kind, but me, love me for myself
And I know no one loves you
for everything (for everything) that you are
In those moments: conflicts, or self revelations
When your notion of someone you thought you knew
Was just a mirror in front of your face
And you think if the end was in the beginning
How could I not see it before, how could I not see it before
I think I know you like I didn't before
It's not a matter of compatibility, just how much you're willing to pretend to be me
So don't tell me to stop my fronting now
because I know that you don't like what you see
Give it to me now!
Show me how you do it now!
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Camco
03:39
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I packed my bags, I'm leaving everything
for far away, I won't come back
because you see, this world is begging me
to come alive, from nine-to-fives
to running free
'cause I can't sleep, another night
a song I call, "This Boring Life"
A chance at fame, that's priced at time
that I can't find, and you're to blame
Lonely on another Friday night
Some game they had, their girlfriend's mad
So they decide, live a nine iron life
It feels so right, that one long drive, a hole in five
I packed my bags, I wrote my songs
so right my wrongs, and change my rags
A chance at fame, that's priced at time
that I can't find, and you're to blame
I don't need no camco
I don't need no camco (I can't take it anymore)
I don't need no camco (my heart's burning to its core)
I don't need no camco (I can't take it anymore)
I don't need no camco
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Worth the Wait
05:10
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I would build a wall around you, to keep you safe from harm
The only place that I'd rather have you is in between my arms
Is this something more than fate
Let's make every second worth the wait
Like a flowing river current, endless stream of thought
Slowly turning, forever learning, forget those times we fought
Is this something more than fate
Let's make every second worth the wait
Whoa, whoa, whoa (2x)
Is this meant to be our fate?
Is this really worth the wait?
Is this something more than fate? (3x)
Let's make every second worth the wait
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