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Healing Failures
03:13
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Arrest my heart
Three shocks, and let’s restart
Is this what you want?
Collapse my veins
Please take away the pain
Is this what you want?
Healing failures, certified losers
Burning the records for the medicated winners
Chasing my lungs
Speaking with silver tongues
Is this what you want?
Now I don’t know
Just where to go
But is this what you want?
So crack my ribs and hope to die
That I’m the apple of your eye
Now you decide when I say goodbye
With fingers crossed behind my back
I can’t do what you have asked
So you decide if you say goodbye
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Ashes, Ashes
03:50
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You were sitting on that great big wall
Until you had a great big fall to the floor
Forty doctors couldn’t put you back together
Now you’re never the same as you before
Now I’m climbing up that green beanstalk
Hanging out with all the giants in the dark
And I wanna be taller, and I wanna be stronger, and I wanna be braver than I ever was, yeah
He’s not coming back, so what are you waiting for?
Never enough was enough for us
Ashes, ashes, we all fall straight to the ground
Seeing spiders crawling up the wall
And you hear a knocking up above a floor
Now the sunset’s coming back for more
It’s delirium
No I’m not getting much sleep tonight
And I’m not sure if that’s my fist fight or flight
You’re adrenaline’s dropping, your heart started stopping
And I’m looking at the clock, and I just want it all to stop
I want the look on your face when I get back to the states
I want a birthday cake in the way you would make
You went away on my wedding day
Now Florida’s colder without you today
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Hit & Run
03:13
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Drinking melodies and dancing stars
Lighting galaxies in the dark
Bottom’s up! We all would scream
Sing to me, sing anything
Hit and run, everyone
Strike the match, murder she wrote
I’ll burn down the whole Eastern Coast
Bottom’s up! We all would scream
Sing to me, sing anything
I’ll use the fire to burn the liar
And warm the broken heart’s desires
I’ll read your lips and kiss the script
I’ll hold my hands around your hips
Sing to me, sing anything
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4. |
Burnt Out
03:23
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In this machine, I have to believe
That everything’s going to be just fine
Just a routine, don’t cause a scene
Cause everyone’s gonna be wondering why
I got tired eyes, and I didn’t realize
It’s 4am, just let me sleep
I’ve got another secret that I don’t wanna keep
And I’m a mechanic with broken wrists
A sinking ship with no life vests
Send up a flare, is anyone there?
And I’m a guitarist with broken strings
Snapped from the pressure emotions bring
Singing my song, but nobody cares
I think that I’m burnt out
The harder I kick, the faster I sink
I learned how to drown before I learned how to swim
So take me away, so far away
I never want to come back to this place
I just want to fly, but I got a fear of heights
But nevertheless, we dress to impress
We got another victim and they’re trying their best
How am I supposed to hold your hand
When nothing is going according to plan
I’ll bury my head back in the sand
I think that I’m burnt out
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Here For The Trip
02:43
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Capsizing lungs, bailing water for air
A captivated audience of stars everywhere
The full moon is jealous of the waves it can’t see
At least it’s reflection reflects you and me
The blood in my veins is choppy at best
So anchor my heart to the walls of your chest
Sinking the feeling of knots in my stomach
But you know damn well that you’re the one who’s done it and
We know all roads lead to Rome
But ocean’s can steer us home
If you go down with the ship
Then I’ll stay here for the trip
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The Sounds Of Settling Dundee, UK
Dundee rock with a New Jersey heart
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