1. |
I Hope It's Lots
02:02
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I've seen a lot
I've seen a lot
I've seen you lost
I've seen a lot
I've seen a lot
I've seen you lost
I hope it's lots
I hope it's lots
What was the cost
I hope it's lots
I hope it's lots
I've seen you lost
I've seen you lots
I've seen you lost.
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2. |
Blackened
02:10
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The razor burn turned to pastel in your face
And all the books you read won't make better
Instead they'll make you ill
They'll make you ready to pathologically kill me
Ahhhhh
The razor burn turned to charcoal in your throat
Blackened every sound and note
Perhaps you're not ready to pathologically kill anyone just yet
But two more months of living together is when
Ahhhhh
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3. |
Cat Fight Revisited
02:21
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Depressed, the buttons on the remote control
Auxiliary is what it means to me
I am on the cover of magazines
US weekly, Monthly TV
I am too young to die
I am too young to die
I avoid the cat-fights every night
Saying goodnight saying goodbye
I avoid the cross-stream of the light
I am burnt out too dim to shine
You die at the end spoilers apprehend
Those of you that care to share it
I am too young to die
I avoid the cat-fights every night
I avoid the cat-fights every night
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4. |
Three of my front teeth
01:37
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Waking in a thick glaze
Toss my wallet to a man on the street
Contents postmarked
Pocket change and credit cards
My expired ID, Three of my front teeth
Just say no
Catch and release
Waking in a thick glaze
Toss my wallet to a man on the street
Contents postmarked
Pocket change and credit cards
My expired IDs
Three of my front teeth
Three of my front teeth
Three of my front teeth
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5. |
Seventh Son
03:31
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I was born your seventh son
Pack it in and sell it out
Sixth row and twelve seats from
Your idol. Your fallback plan
My spaceship, the back of my hand
Yelling to us from behind a gun
What it's worth, I had some fun
What it's worth, I had some fun
What it's worth, I had some fun
I had some fun, Oh god I did
I had some fun
Your seventh son
I had some fun
Where were you when the time comes
Somewhere on the west coast
Catching some sun
Where was I when you fell through
Slumped down in the ghetto
With a bottle of rum
December Ninth of last year
I had your gun
Said to myself
Oh well, I had some fun
I had some fun
I had some fun
Your seventh son
I had some fun
I had some, i had some fun.
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6. |
Splitting Ways
02:38
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Sometimes when you're splitting ways
It's better to say you're ok
Than to be anyways
Sometimes you tell your sister
Maybe you'll meet a new mister
Leak out your secrets too
Like the day spent in August
You lied and said you were at the zoo
What's the use, what's the use
It shook loose
You're aloof it's the truth
You just choose
Who you'll be with till kingdom come
Sometimes when you're splitting ways
It's better to say you're okay
Than to be anyways
Sometimes you tell your mother
Maybe you'll meet another
Find out who told who
Sometimes you tell your brother
Maybe you'll meet another
Like the day I met you.
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7. |
Orange Pictures
03:18
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All the good times, all the sad
Maybe they weren't half bad
Spinning on two wheels or ten
You know it's always so good
To see your friends
My late nights in Germany
Three friends sit and forcefeed
Me beers, wine and whiskey
Collapse sitting next to me.
All the burnouts, all their dads
Orange pictures of what we had
Felt my insight, All the trends
How drunk and dirty, let's make amends
Let's make amends
How drunk and dirty
My late nights in Germany
Three friends sit and forcefeed
Me beers, wine and whiskey
Collapse sitting next to me.
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8. |
Signals
02:35
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It's been a while since I've had cold air in my cigarettes
Spent some time, yelling at train cars and trumpets
A cacophony of my childhood home
Now she thinks I'm rude
Teasing her, across her crowded bedroom
Sending signals to the moon
Land right here, back in town
Through your pocket to you.
I can't tell when I'm being crude
Cause I'm drunk
And it comes out of the blue
I'm drunk
And it comes out of the blue.
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