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to roam
02:42
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there'll be thunderous seas
breaking borders down in Tennessee
tonight
but I'd rather be
one inch shorter than the beast who brings
the tide
I believe in God, you see
but it gets me nowhere further than the beat
of fists on foam
and jealousy -
oh how it takes us places we'd never think to roam
the less you think you know
it's all been bordered and blackened
the teacher told me so
so what do you think you know?
it's all sordid and shattered, what was shining a week ago
there'll be thunderous seas
breaking borders down in Tennessee
tonight
but I'd rather be
one inch shorter than the beast who brings
the tide
we'll be crushed like kings tonight
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they call you 'Liar'
03:15
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I've been blessed with a towering mess of half-honest goodbyes
but I make my bed
and I lie
though you beat the rest you ripped my chest
with rusty old barbed wire
I guess that's why they call you 'Liar'
and if you finally see what you've undone
I won't save you from who you have become
you need
you want
you break
you take
you miss all the mistakes you make
and while you're fucking up
I am checking out
you sucked the life right from my being and fucked her right in front of me
I never stood a chance
I'm completely allergic to romance
you say you 'fell hard' and you 'fell fast'
well I know that shit never lasts
and I'm dying under the weight of me
and my own hypocrisy
and if you finally see what you've undone
I won't save you from who you have become
you beat the rest you ripped my chest
with rusty old barbed wire
I guess that's why they call you 'Liar'
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rhymes with sad
02:49
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I break a lot of things and I need help
steering clear of things that aren't good for my health
I'm stupid I put trust in everyone
but everyone I've trusted proves to be a c*
I'm so sad
I swear no-one's ever felt this bad
are you kidding me when you say, 'I understand'?
what you call 'mad', I call 'homicidal'
what you call 'sad', I call it 'suicidal'
I feel everything in a higher dose
but it's me I hate the most
I'm sick of cutting into vein and into flesh
don't want to die but I no longer want to do my best
I lied and said I liked the songs you wrote
but each word was like a knife into my already bloodied throat
I'm so sad
I swear no-one's ever felt this bad
are you kidding me when you say 'I understand'?
while you get 'mad' - I get 'homicidal'
while what you feel is 'sad' - I feel suicidal
I feel everything in a higher dose
but it's me I hate the most
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4. |
meanboys
02:28
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no-one's gonna lead us from this life to the next
no-one's ever gonna erase all of my regret
cos there're still songs to be sung
and black bells that wanna be rung
and I've barely even started yet
they're gonna thank everyone on this record but they'll forget to mention
that I was on it too
they'll laugh it off
say I was a home-wrecker
male bonds can't be un-tethered
instead I just got cut off
from the whole scene
and the songs that you asked me to sing on
well believe you me
I know for a fact that you won't last long in the backyard
in the backyard of your bullshit
you're saving me a song
it articulates everything that I've done wrong
and you've got no friends to speak of but you finally belong
to the devil
you've been his all along
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