1. |
5th Gear
03:51
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I’ll ignore the past and the present
Whatever it takes to get you protected
I’m covering the covers again
Into your arms and into your head
Took the 5th gear to the wheel and then said
You’d spend the money all over again
But do you even know where the river flows?
Into my garden and out of your head
Did you hear what Amy heard with her ears?
Cops are coming, get the hell out of here
I think for a moment, pause, and I send
A thought out joke to get me laughing again
Am I in the 5th gear or am I just dead in the back of my head?
‘Cause I don’t want to know where you’re garden grows
Into my corner and out of yours
(yeah yeah yeah)
Just leave me alone
(yeah yeah yeah)
I’ll ignore the past and the present
Whatever it takes to get you protected
I’m covering the covers again
Into your arms and into your head
Took the 5th gear to the wheel and then said
You’d spend the money all over again
But do you even know where the river flows?
Into my garden and out of your head
(yeah yeah yeah)
Just pick up the phone
(yeah yeah yeah)
(I shouldn’t exist right now)
While I’m waiting for your call in the bathroom stall
(I shouldn’t exist right now)
Drinking champagne at the charity ball
(I shouldn’t exist right now)
Only five foot tall, got nothing at all
(I shouldn’t exist right now)
Making an excuse to avoid you all
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2. |
She's a Mirror
03:17
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She’s a mirror
She’s a cold-hearted bitch
Kinda clearer, she don’t know what she’ll miss
Are you sure? Are you sure?
Kinda quiet
Family all up her nose
Wouldn’t mind it, she doesn’t wanna get stoned
Are you sure? Are you sure?
Toss your cigarette to the wind
Snapped a picture of me in a grin in the clothes that I’m in
She’s a mirror
All she wants is a fling
Term-endearer, not a jewel on a ring
Are you sure? Are you sure?
She can be kind of cruel, when she feels it she shows
If you’re feeling alone it’s best to keep on your clothes
Are you sure? Are you sure?
Throw your hair back and sleep in the wind
Froze a moment of me in a grin in the clothes that I’m in
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3. |
O Holy Hell!!
03:12
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I’m a cheap con-artist in disguise
White boy giving dietary advice
Ten fingers and I don’t even care
Smacking my lips with my horns in my hair
I wanna dance ‘round the rings of your eyes
Swim in your pupils, the blackest of nights
Salute the flag of my great nation
Nixovelt and Kennedy and copulation
I’m a socially inadequate conformatalist
Who couldn’t really give a fuck about that or this
Just keep me in your pocket and I’ll try not to swoon
I’ll black out the sun and choke down the moon
‘Cause I’m out to save some souls
And acting like I already know
I’m out to save my soul
Well holy hell I’m drifting where I don’t wanna go
I’m a liar, a cheat, and a steal
You can use me ‘cause I like how it feels
I hope of being noticed when no-one’s around
A little lonely boy, a king and his crown
I wanna weep in the big-city buildings
Carve it open and fuck my life up over again
Spit my sorrow in the hole in the sky
And puke it up again ‘till the day that I die
‘Cause I’m a socially adaptable anarchist
Who couldn’t really give a fuck about that or this
Just keep me in your pocket and I’ll try not to swoon
I’ll black and the sun and choke down the moon
‘Cause I’m out to save some souls
And acting like I already know
I’m out to save my soul
Well holy hell I’m drifting where I don’t wanna go
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4. |
Colorblind
03:34
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Colorblind, look between my eyes
And find something like paradise
Brain-dead, is it all inside my head?
'Cause I can't tell the difference between green and red
Black and white, can't say I tried to tell a lie
What's the point in purple skies if you can't find where to hide?
She's a mirror
She said "Look at the time now! I really got to go"
I'm the mirror
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5. |
Used to Be
03:05
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If i had a plane I'd never fly on it
I'd see the world from ecstasy on the carpet
I'm who you used to be, the things you used to see
Are they locked inside your head?
Or are they just dead?
You'd sing the verses to songs I'd forget
I'd hum the melodies about the September that we met
I'm who you used to be, the things you used to see
I'm the thoughts inside your head
Do you want me dead?
Do you want me?
You gouge your eyes out honey
You make me sick of me
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6. |
Stereo
04:16
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I was riding with the car top down
Speakers blown and you turned it around
I was sleeping with the stereo on
We were singing to our favorite song
I was standing on top of the world
On Everest with my perfect girl
She was singing with the stereo on
We were singing to our favorite song
We can't stand to be departed
You better stop it or we'll start it
We were standing on top of the world
On Everest with my perfect girl
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7. |
Young + Poorly
03:11
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8. |
Rosewater
03:54
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9. |
Wide-Eyed
03:54
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She's an innocent girl
With a thing for gems and pearls
At the bottom of the sea
So far out of hear reach
She's a go-getter gal
You know, the kind that sticks around
She's as happy as can be
She's sour then she's sweet
She's a celebrity star
Dates a dude with a sports car
Feels the weakness in her needs
As she gives in to all his pleas
She shampoos at the salon
Grabs her paycheck then she's gone
She's afraid of getting laid
Every night and every day
She just talks about love
All the brand-priced clothes
She likes to wrap around her toes
Won't stifle all her woes
She's a loner, this she knows
I lean back and let her stride
I like to watch her walk on by
She's going places in her life
Ooh, she digs the knife
She just talks about love
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10. |
Strangers
04:17
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Strangers, we're living in the strange town
Strangers, we're going all the way down
Here it goes again
All of my obituary friends are running down my spine
Trying to make it so my world won't end
And for that I'm glad
I'm just a lucky guy in a fucked up situation
A stranger with no plans
Hit me once, again and again
And when I'm on that silver screen
You'll be thinking of the night you slept inside of me
And watched me dream of all the things that I might never be
Don't give me a passing glance, I'm the devil in disguise
So fuck this town and fuck romance
Hit me again with your second chance
Here I am
Legs and hands tied up in your master plan
When you brush me off it feels so good
Call it suicide but it's understood
And i don't wanna wait for you to tell all the things that you're gonna do
Just do it right, make it nice, add a little spice of life
I saw your car crash out on the street
Gasoline rained down on everyone you'll meet
Burning alive in the summer heat
From their shoulders down to their feet
Well I want to be of the flame
But you'd turn me down again
You don't understand
Because you don't know me, I'm not holy
Peace and quiet is all I need
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11. |
Waterloo
04:39
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