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Intro
00:11
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Cha-Cha Glide
04:01
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Screaming this out inside of my head
I'd walk out the door if I knew what was behind
Denied what I needed, I lied and I cheated
Until I was free and allowed
To breathe with confidence
And finally embrace the half mind I had to leave
If you ever grow up and feel like showing up
I'll be happy to try and believe
Can I talk to you alone please
Just for a minute, it's really important it means a lot to me
Blank pages, cold and empty sheets
But I've never felt better, congratulations you brought out the best in me
Totally destroyed, left to bury myself just cover me up with the leaves
always half-assed, even after the fact I can no longer breathe
Can I talk to you alone please
Just for a minute, it's really important it means a lot to me
Blank pages, cold and empty sheets
But I've never felt better, congratulations you brought out the best in me
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3. |
Sunrise, The Enemy
03:43
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Sunrise, oh you are the enemy
Collide with all my well laid plans
Disguised as warm and healing light
But you will not fool me, oh god you are the enemy
Sunrise, oh you are the enemy
Surprise you've ended another night
I've tried to outrun your reach
But you insist on keeping me from sleep, oh god you are the enemy
You'll never catch me, I'll never take you in
Oh you are the enemy
Since I can't sleep at night
We never socialize, just a passing glance before I head inside
x3
You'll never catch me, I'll never take you in
Oh you are the enemy
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Crazy
04:42
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Have you ever felt like, you were waiting
Ever notice, the ground shaking
Ever come to, the same conclusion
You're not delusional
Have you ever talked to your reflection
Ever mapped out your imperfections
Don't do that, It's such a waste of time
It's everyone else who's crazy
It's not you at all I hope you know
When your talking to yourself I'm listening
You have somewhere to go
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Broken Bike
04:19
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I took a ride around, the block on a broken bike
That made an awful sound, that sounded a lot like
The things you hate the most, and apparently keep you away from me
And all the things I like, so I started taking some pride in my broken bike
I could tell that you were sick inside
Fed up with everything and everyone alive
And in our final days, I remembered us
Before the truth set in, and rudely woke us up
Every time you close your eyes, I want to be there
You were poised and ready to attack
To strike at all the things, that you think that I lack
But I am just a boy, so cut me a little slack
And you can be my girl, as soon as I get back
Every time you close your eyes, I want to be there
Not a single trace of 'I love you'
Not a single scrap of 'us'
All the evidence was burned alive
Everything was burned, alive
Every time you close your eyes, I want to be there
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7 Ate 9
03:16
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Halfway through February, and it's very very difficult to change
With all the season's mood swings
The sun is starting to sting my eyes
Pale skin on passersby, substitute for snow
All lined up in neat little rows
To board a greyhound cloud
That will spread them around, and cover the country
We knew this day was coming
When we'd finally crack
And you moved farther away
Than I ever thought you would have
Oh what a test, you really put me through the trials
And oh the distance was great, but I overcame the miles by miles
and miles and miles and miles...
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