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Dirty Sheets
05:30
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The sky's the limit
But im not that type of guy
I prefer the morning light
Not being depressed until I die x2
Good intentions
Is the hardest form of truth
I wish I wasn't in my shoes
Do you remember how it was
Its getting better , well I suppose
Doctor told me that the lack of god in my erection is either the smoking or im just
a psychological wreck
Well he didn't use these exact same words
But I can tell by the movement of your thighs
That there's a definite sign of desire
And i've been, still, crunching the numbers
And it feels like I've been having this cough for a century but it's only been weeks
I wanna drown myself in this pile of dirty sheets
Those dirty sheets
Do you remember
Candle lights and heavy puns
Empty streets and empty cars
Trying to melt or break the ice
I'm falling through just keep falling through
I wanna listen to you speak
Until they come in and break your phone
I wanna listen to my speech
Outside your front
Outside your door
I wanna drown myself in this pile of dirty sheets
Those dirty sheets
I wanna kill myself in these vile empty streets
Those empty streets
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2. |
Moonlight
04:20
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Dancing in the moonlight
In the moonlight
Dancing in the storm
Hiding in your shoebox
Where you keep your
fondest memories of us
Dancing in the moonlight
In the moonlight
Dancing in your funeral
Hoping that I see
Your eyes again
But the show's not so colourful
Dancing in the moonlight
In the moonlight
Dancing in your words
Hiding in your shoebox
Where you keep your
Fondest memories of us
But when you're dancing in the moonlight
In the moonlight
Dancing in the words I said
Was hoping that I see
Your eyes again
But in that period of time I was dead
Someone is in your head
And it hurts when you move
And it hurts when you swallow
Instead, your head
Is running up miles to save
And It's in your head
And it hurts when you chew
And it hurts when you swallow
Instead, your head
Is running up miles to save
It from itself
Someone is in your head
And it hurts when you move
And it hurts when you swallow
Instead, your head
Is running up miles to save
And It's in your head
And it hurts when you chew
And it hurts when you swallow
Instead, your head
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Clown
03:21
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S is for the sheer compulsion
The middle name of Hunter Thompson
A feeling that's so overwhelming
Was looking for a dot to end it
And I thought I was living life
But you said I was leaving town
And then you kinda rutted me out
Cause you were having too much to drink
Hey clown
Make me laugh
Cause my eyes are swollen from those tears
When my father said that
His friends died in a war that hasn't happened yet
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving
I'm leaving, I'm leaving
Do you really mean to tell me
That there's a chance of going back
It's strange that we are both unaffected
Even in the moonlight
That's hiding behind your eyes
It's hiding behind your eyes
It's hiding behind your eyes
But when you're having too much to drink
Hey clown
Make me laugh
Cause my eyes are swollen from those tears
When my father said that
His friends died in a war that hasn't happened yet
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving
I'm leaving...
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Sometimes
04:23
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I think that you're the gun
And I'm the silencer
I think that you're the man
And I'm the flat t-shirt
Sometimes, sometimes
I think that I'm a cat
And you're a charizard
I think that you're a half
And I'm the other one
Sometimes
I think that I'm the chat
And you're the backspace key
And maybe at times
You won't get back to me
The stranger the times
The stranger the lies
The carnage that lies ahead
Cause I know that we haven't spoken
In a while
I know that we haven't spoken
In a while
I know that we haven't spoken
In a while
And I know that we have our differences in life
Cause everything you do
I know why it sounds wrong
Turn me back inside
And carry me back home
Whatever, whatever, whatever whatever
we'll do
Strange we have become
Strangers we have become
Another minute to say well my love
The stranger the news
The funnier the lies
The carnage that lies ahead
I know that we haven't spoken
In a while
I know that we haven't spoken
In a while
I know that we haven't spoken
In a while
And I know that we have oh nothing at all
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