1. |
No More Early Times
01:15
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All this
For a better look at that trick
For a hairy face and chapstick
I never said that it was mine
Oh my
These lines
For redemption and a surprise
I could see it glow in your eyes
I’m not trying to decide
Oh my
Oh my
Your hits
Are good for nothing but a fat lip
She likes guitars just not electric
A life defined by one
Tragic night
Goodbye
To late mornings and to night drives
To the silent cry in your eyes
I never wanted to decline
Oh my
Oh my
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2. |
Every Song
03:14
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All I heard is “son you’re fucked from the start”
All I heard is that it’s just one part of me
Most happy ends stem impossible means
How do you love music if you don’t like the Clean?
A guardian at my door
Is all I’m asking for
‘Cause I’m constantly bored
When every song’s a chore
I drew a ghost climbing out of the ground
It had a meaning once before you left town
I washed the dishes and I washed the car
I called it phony and you called it art
A guardian at my door
Is all I’m asking for
‘Cause I’m constantly bored
When every song’s a chore
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3. |
Are We Criminals?
02:38
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Today was not like other days I know this much
There are some crimes that must be done
I didn’t ask for this
I spent my commission on a pastel Jesus and wine
I wrote my alibi then tossed it instantly
Some inconsistent lines about staying inside
And watching Thrones reruns
But what did I expect I was rolling dice
Are we criminals ‘cause I’ve been thinking
If you let me off, I would be back soon
In a different guise don’t be surprised
I’ll see you on the other side
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4. |
Bad Fruit
02:24
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Inevitably
I lost my footing and fell from Heaven
Actually
I’m a spectator but I witnessed nothing
So what’s new?
You’re looking around like someone’s watching you
Oh you
Your paranoid thoughts have finally become true
Now think through
The evidence left at South Hill Station
So what to do?
But leave our towns for a Family Vacation
Accidentally
I killed the silence with untimely laughter
Coincidentally
A perfect suicide is one that nobody dies from
So it goes
For I am Mammon, accepting my new Hell
Oh well
I’m afraid of death now since chewing on bad fruit
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