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it’s such a simple plan to follow
own your lies, you gotta hold your own side
you think it’s up to you
you think you’ll see it through
consider this your last clue
the world isn’t enamored with you
are you following your own desires?
if it dies, it dies
when you’re winning you love your lies
what gets in, what hides the light?
paranoia owns your life
losing means you are the device
can you feel? can you see?
do you feel, like me?
i don't think you think this is real
can you think, is this real?
do you think, like me?
i don't think you think this is real
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ego inflator
03:53
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we’re sleeping under the sky
we’re sleeping under our lies
i’m the star in your peripheration
it’s just a matter of time
you’re never there when i’m sad
you’re only there when you’re bad
it ain’t me in your situation
you’ve been clear about that
i’m in love with your eyes
i’m in love with your smile
you’re in love with my perspiration
your hair’s always on fire
i got your ego inflator, blasphemy blasphemy
your body’s infiltrator, blasphemy, blasphemy
like a wall street trader, blasphemy, blasphemy
there’s nothing saved for later, blasphemy, blasphemy
you wanna call me late at night
i wanna make you warm and right
but that’s not your inclination
you’re always over it in the light
we’re sleeping under the sky
we’re sleeping under our lies
i’m the star in your peripheration
it’s just a matter of time
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we can ride
05:00
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call it forever, it’s indefinite
call it reunion, minus beginnings
it’s unscripted, lacking precedent
it’s inappropriate, but nothing’s ever said
you’re a puzzle without it’s cover
i’m a toddler smashing pieces to fit
call it friendship, it’s indefinite
call it silence, keeping friends just friends
there, that’s the beauty
we can ride we can ride we can ride we can ride all night
until the paper’s on the stands
we can ride we can ride we can ride we can ride all night
until the dew climbs the grass
we can ride we can ride we can ride we can ride all night
until the sun says one more day
call it a con, it always is
call it relationship in the beginning
call me late at night, we can talk like men
call me twisted we can let it all out
you’re a red flag manufacturer
and i’m the borough's red flag collector
call it friendship, it’s indefinite
call it silence, keeping friends just friends
we bounce around, we bounce around
do any of us ever really change?
or are we gonna hold out like this until the end?
it feels good to get lost in a dream
but we’re old enough to know that dreams ain’t real
we bounce around, we bounce around
we bounce around in each other’s daydreams
days go by but they ain’t ending soon
i think we both know exactly what it means
i just hope that stops us from being shitty
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midnight expectation
03:13
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you come and go as you care to
and you could leave me behind
you can grab everything i’ve given
in the end, it’s just time
it’s my midnight expectation
is it my midnight mistake?
it’s your midnight predilection
cause you just want your own way
maybe i should try to outgrow this
and i should outgrow you too
but i can’t deny i swill want it
it's only truth, i still want
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i wanna love you
04:16
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i wanna love you
but i can’t believe in you
i wanna know you
but i just don’t feel you
how could you expect me to care?
when you clearly don’t give a damn
it never had a thing to do
with any self but ego you
your pillow’s never used
there’s no prints in the sand
you’re not the staying type
and that’s where i am
i wanna know you
are you just a distraction?
i wanna hold you
but can’t you see the destruction?
everyday it gets worse and worse
and you clearly don’t give a damn
cause you never stay past your plan
and now i realize, i’m not your man
i used to think that time will tell
the truth is, it’s been screaming for years
i never quite got the gravity
of the fact that gravity and time were the only ones you ever loved
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another man
03:40
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how’s it feel to be free?
isn’t that how you wanted to be?
how’s it feel to be so wrong?
is it what you hoped for? Are these your worries in song?
the world doesn’t want another man
you don’t want another man
the world doesn’t need another man
you don’t need another man
can you see, inside me?
have you started to see a theme?
do you still wish for the times when you were small?
when you were still hopeful, when you still believed at all
It's always just, one more
Another inch and one more score
A subtle creep, litmus free
I was here first, I deserve more
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i wanna destroy you
04:01
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waste them all
02:38
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stretch me, thin
stretch me, thin and thinner
don’t upset my, mood’s empowered
i can try, but it’s screaming louder
i just wanna go back to the simple life
i just wanna go back
i just wanna go back to when i owned my mood
i just wanna go back
i just wanna go back to when i had control
i just wanna go back
i just wanna go back to laugh and joke
i just wanna go back
i cannot give what you’re looking for
you could have lived, but you always wanted more
there’s not enough hours in the day
to waste them all, to waste them all
there’s not enough love in this world
to waste it all, to waste it all
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kingdom for the passerby
06:41
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we have to admit that it burns to the core
we have to admit that its a total loss
we read their names, and try to change, but it’s always the same same
go ahead and pray, and surface complaints, but what’s exactly what got us here
i don’t wanna be here tied to this past
it’s like a dream from another person’s mind
your response, of course, of course
i don’t wanna be here, tied to this past
it’s like a dream that i never understand
your response, it’s supposed to hurt of course
a passerby holding tight to his complacency
thinks it’s grounds for his place in infinity
driving strong on a fuel of stubborn ignorance
happily conflated in party line, complicit free
are your fingers tired from throwing stones?
is your conscious weak from being left in the cold?
get mad as hell, repeat refrains, our bandaid rules are wearing thin
call out names, and fake exclaim, that you’re shocked at the crimes that we create
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10. |
the things you do
06:14
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