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Dynasty, Die With Me
02:54
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These tears run down my weary cheeks I am defeated, I am defeated.
I tiptoe down these narrow streets Insulated, overrated
Grey skies yawning overhead
A pen knife, carving through the oldest thread.
A single line carried miles by the wind Words that paint, the walls with your pain I paint the picture anyway (anyway)
Through space and time, there’s never enough time.
I watched the sun go down, on a town I wish I knew Feeling like if I had to, if I had to
I could do this all without you
A single line carried miles by the wind, Words that paint, the walls with your pain I paint the picture anyway (anyway)
(Feeling like)
Through space and time, there’s never enough time. I could do this all without you
Through space and time, there’s never enough time. I could do this all without you
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getitgotitgood
02:42
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Does my mouth taste like medicine
Are you eating man you're looking thin Poked a hole in your winter coat
Now you're stuck here in stereo
I saw you in my sleep the last two nights Things didn't look much better
Heard you cry through a paper wall You're still stuck here in stereo
I've spent too long, coming undone
Found a black hole behind a false wall
Spent the summer in a snow storm
Found me passed out on your parent's basement floor I don't know you anymore
What if I don't have the heart tonight I've crumbled one too many times Hung up on a dial tone
Broken words down the telephone
You don't seem to want to understand
I know, you don't seem to want to understand I know, you don't seem to want to understand
Found a black hole behind a false wall
Spent the summer in a snow storm
Found me passed out on your parent's basement floor I don't know you anymore
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Greek Wood
03:26
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Thought I was done with all the sad songs
Thought you were done tearing my broken heart apart
But you don’t make me laugh, I’d just sit there and smile
When you cut me wide open, I'd bleed for a while…but I’m done
Yeah I’m done
Still stuck in the middle
Still disappointing all my friends
Still feeling disappointed in them
Maybe this time I’ve been selfish
Maybe this time I looked out for myself
But misery loves company
So maybe it’s time to be alone
Maybe it’s time to be alone
Jet black, coffee that stained your teeth
Faded white, like your memory
Is there anything left of you and me?
Is there anything left
Is there anything left
No there’s nothing left of you and me
The days were dark when we first met
Turned autumn grey, the night you left
I think about you every now and then
But summer came without you
The days were dark when we first met
Turned autumn grey, the night you left
I think about you every now and then
But summer came without you
I think about you every now and then
Jet black, coffee that stained your teeth
Faded white, like your memory
Is there anything left of you and me?
Is there anything left
Is there anything left
No there’s nothing left of you and me
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Yuzi (Acoustic)
02:47
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Restlessly breathing
My head’s in pieces
I wonder if I can make it out
Of this day, this week, this month, this year Or maybe I'll just disappear
For another year
And burn this photograph of you
I keep hidden away like a dirty magazine
Yeah my hands don't look the same
Why would they anyway?
Found a shiny little piece of me in a Tokyo arcade
If the summer's gonna be as dark as the spring and winters passed Then I won't be home before the autumn
I was an outline
I was a silhouette
I was apologies
A shitty caricature of a life well led and I
Wished the words would pour out of my mouth
Crawl through my teeth and finally make it out
Into the light of day where we could sit and watch it fade away With your head on my shoulder
A picture never to forget
Keep the car outside
Ignore the broken brake light
And when you spent 15 years waking up
Don't be shocked or surprised when you can't stand up And the weight of it all comes crashing down
With your head on my shoulder A picture never to forget
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