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Dance MF!
04:36
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Count how many steps too far I go
Babe at this rate, It'll be a yellow brick road
Plus the way back home
In a state of delirium, I think I'm killin' em
Crushin' em, I'm not really I'm just fucked alone
With a payday loan
And I know that look, do you got something to say?
Could you please say nothing?
You might be right, I couldn't care either way
Go broke in style, nothing better to do
Man, it gives me something
Wake up in a cold sweat every day
Everyday
Please take a moment to dump that thought
From the little blind spot, you can only see when you're high
These delusions of grandeur, they're gonna land your ass in a loony bin
Look at the state I'm in, I need to lay down
And get some rest
And I know that look if you got something to say
Could you please say nothing?
You might be right, I couldn't care either way
Go broke in style, nothing better to do
But, it gives me something
Wake up in a cold sweat every day
Everyday
And I know that look, do you got something to say?
Could you please say nothing?
You might be right, I couldn't care either way
Go broke in style, nothing better to do
Man, it gives me something
Wake up in a cold sweat every day
Everyday
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Lock & Key
03:28
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Tearing pages out this book
If I could get just one good year
Could get a spark on something
This kindling for nothing
Set a fire beneath my ass gettin up to task because life moves fast bud
Gotta let it go
So overblown
My word,
And if you feel so inclined
You could take that bottle off your mind
And tear out all the words instead
Give it back and get game, get out of bed
Never mind congratulations
Never seemed so insincere
Second best at nothing
It’s gotta count for something
And I know that it wasn’t right
Because everything is crystal clear in hindsight
I hoped the fear would one day fade but I think it’s here to stay
My word,
And if you think you understand
You could pry that bottle out your hand
And tear out all the words instead
Give it back and get game, get out of bed.
My word,
And if you feel so inclined
You could take that bottle off your mind
And tear out all the words instead
Give it back and get game, get out of bed
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Dead...Or Something
04:00
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Bet I could fit a world of lies between the brain-dead disco
And the glint in your eyes, but oh well
We don't measure things like that anymore
Bet I could fit a world of regret with booze-bullets for sweat
And a fucking lump in my chest but so what?
We've never gone this far
Been trying to get your life back, where your coins at?
You forget about that? Come on..
So get your life back, where your coins at?
You forget about that? Come on!
You knew not to dance to your own discord,
Who'll be laughing when your body hits the floor x2
When it hits the floor
And a high you just can't afford
No wonder you don't look at me anymore
And are you dead or something?
And are you dead or something else? x2
And I once stole another mans life
Maybe once, maybe twice
You know it's just not right to say that
It didn't really fit with me anyhow
And I dream in a counterfeit basement
The only place I can find that vacant
Paralyzed until I sing my guilty plea
Sing my guilty plea
Been trying to get your life back, where your coins at?
You forget about that? Come on..
So get your life back, where your coins at?
You forget about that? Come on!
You knew not to dance to your own discord,
Who'll be laughing when your body hits the floor x4
When it hits the floor
And a high you just can't afford
No wonder you don't look at me anymore
And are you dead or something?
And are you dead or something else? x2
You'll never be the way I want you
Can never be the way I want to x3
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Terrible People Calgary, Alberta
Just angst-y tunes man.
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