1. |
Let It Go
04:06
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Gypsy souls, black holes
The ever ticking clock, the art was never lost.
Apnea sets in,
You just forgot to breathe, we talk but never speak.
All I know is where I go,
It's written in the shadows of the shades that I see on your face.
Indie kids, vampires and robots
They don't stop.
Computer, computing all the noise,
For all the girls and boys.
All I know is where I go,
It's all the little signs that they hide, I know not to trust.
My dreams are out of control.
And I want you to know, that I can't let it go.
Don't get hung up on the dream.
That's where he spreads the disease.
Young little mountains and a group of younger trees.
Nothing but my footprint in a foreign desert breeze.
Where I go is all I know,
So take me there, let me rest oh please, baby, please.
My dreams are out of control
And I want you to know, that I can't let it go.
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2. |
Abattoir
04:05
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Old knives need not remembering anymore.
I know why I'm here, what are you in here for?
These blades are thirsty and I've got a friend at the morgue.
After last time, he won't let me visit no more.
Came for the money but I stayed for the love.
My pockets empty but to you I succumb.
These blades are thirsty and I've got a friend at the morgue.
After last time, he won't let me visit no more.
Revive the light in my eyes
I still can't see in the dark.
My body's all in one piece
My mind is falling apart.
Easy come, easy go
Now you reap what you sew.
My body's all in one piece.
My mind is falling apart.
Please, make me sleep in my cell tonight.
And let me out when I can tell you what's right and what's wrong.
I know you'll let me live, I know you'll let me go.
But I know that you'll go too, when I say what's wrong with you.
And it's a lie if this is our last goodbye.
But maybe if you blink the diamonds out of your eyes.
I'll take you home, I'll see this through.
Because we both know I'm what wrong with you.
Revive the light in my eyes
I still can't see in the dark.
My body's all in one piece
My mind is falling apart.
Easy come, easy go
Now you reap what you sew.
My body's all in one piece.
My mind is falling apart.
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3. |
The Sounds of That
03:20
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I woke up in San Francisco just to kiss the sea good-bye.
I was parched in need of wisdom, I drank a well of whiskey dry.
Now I'm not much of a killer, but I know how it feels to die.
I've got no fear from your cigarette, 'cause I've still got 8 lives.
I woke up from a coma, in a coffin underground.
Befriended by some angels, they said "Child you have been found."
Now I'm not much of a criminal, but I've done my share of time.
I've got no fear from your bottle of booze, 'cause I've still got 5 lives.
Give me easy, Get me gone.
If I think that I'm loved, don't tell me I'm wrong.
If I'm out the door, I'm not coming back.
You say Hey, I like the sounds of that.
Stray dogs on a clear night on the coast of Mexico.
It was rumoured you blew kisses, all I saw was blowing smoke.
Now I'm not much of a lawyer, but I know how it feels to lie.
I've got no fear from your pretty pink pills, 'cause I've still got 3 lives.
Give me easy, Get me gone.
If I think that I'm loved, don't tell me I'm wrong.
If I'm out the door, I'm not coming back.
You say Hey, I like the sounds of that.
Now I'm not much of a killer, but I know how it feels to die.
I've gained respect from Time & Vices, now I've just got one life.
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4. |
Ashes
03:54
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It's a funny kind of fear, knowing that it's been that kind of year.
So just tell me.
Is she even here, is that her breath on your face, the wall, the mirror?
Just tell me no.
It's normal kind of lies, the kind that I've come to expect.
The kind that die. They kill.
Has this become the life? The kind that I've come to expect from burning lies.
They're just ashes.
I'll write it again, I'll title it to you.
She won't come back this time if you're sure you'll be fine.
Surrounded by calm and threatened by the dark.
I'll be back in the end, but are you sure we'll be friends?
I think this is a sign, that we're on fire that we're blind to failing time.
So please tell me.
Has this become the line, that gets us higher than the wine that burns our eyes.
We're just ashes.
I'll write it again, I'll title it to you.
She won't come back this time if you're sure you'll be fine.
Surrounded by calm and threatened by the dark.
I'll be back in the end, but are you sure we'll be friends?
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5. |
Outro
01:17
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You said "Baby, I"ll be your pain, and I'll be your prize.
We're frozen in the fire."
Baby are you surprised?
Because maybe, baby we love the kind of love that dies.
Maybe, baby we love, the kind of love that dies.
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