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Intro
00:32
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2. |
2 Hits!
01:01
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The hardest punch that I ever took
Went straight to the heart
& I threw up my guts
I've never had to swallow so much blood before
The hardest hit that I took before
Put a lump in my throat
Sent me straight to the floor
I've never had to swallow so much pride before
Back up! Nothing to see here folks!
I'm sick of holding out for hope..
I'm fucking giving up this time!
But I know I won't stay down.
Why won't I just stay down?
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3. |
Four Letter Words
00:50
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Bittersweet. Fell down, broke teeth.
But the risk was worth the fall.
Vulnerability wouldn't mean a thing without the threat of drops of salt
I'm doing all that I can to stay up off the ground,
but my heart weighs a ton and it's dragging me down.
I was holding my breath for so long I gave up
now I'm dizzy, light headed, I just can't... Ah, Fuck it!
The largest thorn in my side is the feeling that I might be a 'regret'
And I can't stop the paranoia 'til I can pull this fuckin' arrow from my chest
And I can see that your defenses are engaged because you're scared to takea fall
Well, you can board the doors and windows but I'm still breaking through these walls.
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4. |
Irrational Fear of Water
01:45
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I know you're in there somewhere I can see it burning in your eyes
I know you're in there somewhere stop telling me you’ve let that fire die
Cut yourself to pieces I still believe in you
I know you're in there somewhere holding on to everything we dreamed
I know you're in there somewhere and all I need is just to hear you scream
Cut yourself to pieces I’ve lost the person I once knew
You cut yourself to pieces But I still believe in you
You've lost yourself again, my friend.
Small pieces that you've cut and scattered
If it’s affirmation that you’re seeking let these few words give you strength
I know you’re drowning in the worries of the world so here’s my hand to help you
Don’t let them get you because this might be the one chance you have left
Don't fuck this up!
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5. |
So What? Sew Buttons.
00:42
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You can't give up hope just because it's hopeless.
You gotta hope even more, and cover your ears
and go 'bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla!’
And if you're feeling low and you need reassurance
I'm always here by your side to sing with you
and go 'na na na na na na na!'
And you're the one who said "It's just another hiccup
So hold your breath and wait for better brighter days"
And then I held my breath and you stood there beside me
and you held my hand and my hiccups went away
Woah-oh! Yeah! I get by with a little help from my friends!
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Artful
00:44
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Every night when I come home I hope you'll be there
Every day when I wake up I'm so glad to see you
Sometimes when I don't tell you just how much you really mean
I start to worry you'll forget that I love you.
The whole world shines In your brown eyes
I'll promise you, you promise me we will stay free we will stay true
Loyal companion,
please believe me when I say you’re my best friend.
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7. |
4 Chords 3 Words
01:24
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My back aches from sleeping on the floor but, I'm in love!
My 17 year old self would be so impressed
He couldn't have planned this better himself
I'm poor and I'm hungry and I’m cold but, I'm in love!
Sound waves to keep me warm again
So turn that fucking radio up!
And yeah, I know I've "got a lot of growing up to do, mister"
And yeah, I know "This is a waste of fucking time"
Four chords, three words I’m in love!
Every snare hit grabs my heart and every note gets in my blood
I hear that needle scratch the groove I fucking fall and I’m in love!
Words soaked in passion to the extent that I can taste them in my sweat
And yeah, I know I've “got a lot of growing up to do, mister”
And yeah, I know “This is a waste of fucking time”
And yeah, I know I’m “getting older” and my life is “unstable”
And yeah, it shows but I could never give this up!
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8. |
Emotional Terrorism
01:40
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Each heavy sigh rings out like gunshots
As the tension escalates
Who needs a fucking balaclava
When tears will streak and hide your face
The daggers in your eyes are tipped with the venom
Spilling from the corners of your mouth
Held hostage by the promises of violence
You keep making to yourself
But I will not negotiate...
These demands are far too taxing and I will make no concessions
When I'm always met with indignation coupled with advances and aggression
Broken hearts and wounded egos can't be fixed with first aid kits
Tired of always mending fences time for once we burned a bridge
The sweetest kiss is followed shortly with aftertastes of sour grapes
Hopeless romance now turned helpless for casualties of casual sex
Delivered here for scar showcases show me yours I'll show you mine
Delivers us from past misgivings
What follows? We step back in line.
Jaded.
Hurt.
Never naked, fearing our scars will be seen.
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9. |
Not Angry
01:32
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Rolled eyes, long sigh
It’s nothing new
You say ‘politics are boring
And there’s nothing we can do’
If you're not angry you're not listening
You have no stake, you’re not affected
So to you it’s wasted time
You took the bait, swallowed it whole
Got hooked, and sunk with every line
Because if you’re not angry you’re not listening
Will you mouth “politics are boring”
After they’ve come for you and smashed out your fucking teeth?
kick in your door and drag you screaming through the street
Your voice unheard silenced by others apathy
When we say nothing we offer them compliance and defeat
The greatest asset they have to is our apathy.
Your apathy.
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10. |
Guts & Black Stuff
01:04
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There's blood everywhere
Left my heart in the sun to dry up
Now it's black I'll put it back in the hole in my chest
What a mess, I'll admit it was stupid But I never claimed to be clever
And to think we could have avoided this whole fucking mess
If I'd just let it sit in my chest Instead of bleeding out the truth
But now there's blood fucking everywhere
I don't expect you to clean up this mess with me I did this to myself.
But I promise we won't have this problem again
I've ensured that my veins course with pulp from dead skin
Tired of all the stupid fucking games
But I had better learn the rules and play
Took some time but now I finally see
Nobody wants real fucking honesty
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11. |
We Need to Talk
01:34
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The best cliches will always leave your stomach in knots
Tried and true, that one's a classic
Gives weight to every blow
Fucking fantastic!
So dry those brilliant, shining eyes and I'll dry mine.
It's really true. We're out of time.
I won't be back again tonight
I won't be back after tonight
I'm glad I said it. Won't fucking take it back now!
Oh Fuck! I said it. Wish I could take it back now!
Ah, ha! I said it! Can't fucking take it back now!
So there, I said it. No fucking taking it back!
One stupid snap decision No regrets though, right? Except maybe this one?
Your hearts a force field, mine's a prison
You stay protected from the same things that make me a victim
Poetry & old movies and every sappy song they all somehow seem written for me
One stupid snap decision
Worst of all I've forgotten the smell of your skin.
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12. |
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This silence is deafening please just talk to me, open & honestly.
We sit mouths shut and bleeding, while we swallow every shard of truth.
We have to stop this fucking dumb routine and create nothing but good memories
Because the memories of these moments will soon be all that we have left.
You pull away When I mean what I say I can't say what I mean I need to shut the fuck up!
I don't think things can get any worse!
You pull away When I need you to say something... Anything... I need to shut the fuck up!
I don't think things can get any worse!
That's when I open my mouth. Too wide!
...and my heart falls out we watch it quiver on the kitchen floor
But now while I have your attention I should mention how much this means
I draw a blank. I'm fucking speechless, and I have so much more
I still need to say but every time I try to speak I trip over every word.
Tongue swells... Hands shake... Eyes wide... Heart aches...
This can't be what they meant by 'love'
Feel Sick... Knees weak... Can't breathe... Can't speak...
This can't be what they meant by 'love'
Why do I open my mouth?
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13. |
Heartsick
01:08
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My dear heart, are you dead?
Beat twice for 'no'
Stop beating for 'yes'
I'm tired, I’m broken, and yeah I’m a mess
But I’ll still press on and on
I woke up
Filled with stress a twitch in my eye a pain in my chest
Sick to my guts
Yeah I wish I was dead
I know I did everything wrong
Play it back watch it again
I’ve watched this before so I know I don’t win
I’m ashamed to be seen on this screen by my friends
Choking on all the words you won’t say
But you read like a book, your eyes give you away
This is the last time I put my heart on display
Just called to say Fuck you!
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