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Start.
03:11
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I've scoured through my lexicon and devoured every page.
My knowledge of this language isn't growing ripe with age.
When pinned down in the moment, I never do what's best.
The more stress, the more I try.
My efforts look like ignorance with every wrong reply.
Do I trust you,
Or disdain you?
How don't I know yet,
Just what I need to feel?
Who plastered your perfection, cause that gloss is starting to fade.
The time it takes to react doesn’t cope well with my brain.
And when pinned down in the moment, I never do what’s best.
The more stress, the more I try.
My efforts look like ignorance with every wrong reply.
Should I savour this,
When i've trapped you in contempt?
Why am I unsure,
What's artificial and what's for real?
Did you really have to see me like this?
And did you have to open your eyes?
Not sure you understand, or if you ever will.
Did you really have to see me like this?
And did you really have to open your eyes?
I know you were afraid, but I made it home just fine.
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2. |
Our Hero
03:55
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Do you remember, what happened last night?,
So many people died, in that fight.
Couldn’t bare it, all the sights we were seeing,
Not even all this pain, could ever outway all the grieving.
Tried to tell you to “blind your eyes”,
from all the terrible things, that might make it through alive.
But look around here, there’s no one left in view.
Cause everyone else is gone, what are we supposed to do?
Sleeping the day away,
til our hero comes out to play.
there’s darkness killing me inside,
hope we don’t stay tonight.
The war is over, but the battle's just begun,
there’s no more bloodshed, but our psyche’s been overrun.
Might as well, just stay right here.
It’s only a matter of time, til all these bodies disappear.
When will we ever, be saved from this place?
Or are we the last disciples, of the human race?
So many questions, that we may never know.
But tell me one thing, where did all those people go?
All hope is fading, but why not still pretend?
Cause it’s only a matter of time, til we will face our bitter end.
We shouldn’t waste, another day to crawl.
Cause it’ll probably never come.
It might be better if we die today.
It’ll be better than being alive.
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3. |
Homesick
02:36
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There’s footprints on the ceiling,
Cause you’ve chased me up a wall.
(And oh)
There's broom marks on the ceiling,
And heel holes in your socks.
From dashing in a pattern,
Just turbulence, that never stops, you’ve had me up since 6 o’clock screaming,
Oh (my god!)
Our mother won’t stop howling,
She says she needs to know.
What’s going on in our lives,
But nothing’s new, it’s all same, now it’s time to leave, so let me go.
And Oh (my god)
But there will come a day,
When i’ll look back and appreciate it all.
I’ll miss this town...house,
And how we used to be so young.
You’ve locked up all my lanyards,
Now i’m stuck here just pulling teeth.
When did 18 start meaning nothing?
Guess you been standing still, this whole damn time, let me take guilt for my own crime.
Oh (my god!)
Her nostrils, they’re are so observant,
And she can always smell the trees.
So when i’m strung out, I keep my head down.
I’ll start walking fast, recalibrate, just hope that she's not still awake.
And Oh (my god!)
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4. |
The Doc is Alive!
03:39
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Been running through stop signs, and then stalling when the light says "go".
Soon I'll arrive at the crossroad, between maturity and growth.
Still I've haven't discovered the reasoning for this constant need of answers I've yet to know.
So for now I'll just sit here trying to make myself feel...
A little more sane,
Just a little less insane.
How long before I cave in from the pressure?
How long until I just can’t take the pain?
This urge that resonates in my skull and pierces through my veins?
Is there a way that,
all these thoughts could just disappear?
Goin’ steady at 88 but everyone’s still here.
I’ve tried to lose myself in a book, but I never could cement myself to the ground.
And when I try to indulge myself in anything, I break the silence with a futile sound.
But all I want is to see some closure, so could you give me those answers before these caps soar above our heads.
10 fingers can only mark the pages we need so come on and let me at least begin to feel...
This isn't the first time,
And it sure won't be the last.
You cut me down,
Then stabbed me in the back.
I tried too hard,
Was consumed by own thoughts.
But in the end these emotions are all i’ve got.
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5. |
Cold Air
03:18
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Winter comes, and winter leaves,
Like mindless bodies that follow the breeze.
The leaves will fall, the wind will blow.
Not all things last forever though.
So here I sit, below the sun,
Just burning, til' my days are done.
And soon I'll sit, upon the clouds,
As floods of water, drown me out.
As seasons pass, the air grows cold,
My life now dull, my age now old.
There's falling snow, that blinds my eyes,
You're the only thing keeping me alive.
I can see my breath as it leaves my nose,
I can feel the ice below the nails of my toes.
My lungs corroded and engulfed in mold.
My body shaking as my heart grows cold.
I'm slowing decaying from inside,
(I'm slowing decaying from inside)
You're the only thing keeping me alive.
I'd stand there day and even night,
Below the stars and the shimmering light.
I'd wait until I saw you there,
Breathing in the ice cold air.
Bridge:
They say to hold your breath,
next to bodies in peace.
And never bury til the soul,
has been released.
But I don't care about these,
standards of respect.
So I filled myself with dirty air,
Cause I knew that I was next.
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Like wakin up in a brand new city,
I’ll free fall without a care to scuff up my dreams.
Or so it seems cause i’ve been,
hangin too long at the gate.
Lonely aircraft,
can operate the skies.
Cause everyone in your past,
I still despise.
But can’t I just forgive and just forget it all?
Stop living in the past and open up to what’s in store?
(Maybe) (So) i’ll see you at the baggage claim,
ready to take on anything.
Prepare for lift-off cause nothing you’d say could ever,
change my mind, change my mind.
A clean slate for my aperture of fog,
I’ve set my limit yet somehow you boggle my wits.
And then you wrap me up in this,
telephone wire to fry.
Second chances,
are only second once.
So seize this tender moment,
before it’s gone.
Cause I learned forgiveness and how I can just forget it all,
I stopped living in the past and opened up to what’s in store.
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7. |
Restart
03:58
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It was a long suspended flight, that had us linger through the night.
We waited oh so earnestly, we lounged around our friends.
Then the dare I held from lethargy, was that i’d converse with you.
So with spontaneous tenacity, that’s exactly what i’d do.
I looked upon your vibrant eyes, I was trapped within the maze.
You were woven through my heart-strings, appended by your daze.
That’s when I lost my fearlessness, that’s when I fell apart.
Cause Disney sure was magical but how can I restart?
A plethora of moments, a myriad of time.
These wasted opportunities, a famished life of crime.
A weakened soul of worship, Just a coward full of lust.
Un-illuminated flames, that lack a sentiment of trust.
When will I let my sentry down?
When won’t I be afraid?
Subliminal persuasion always wrapped in the equation.
Just a bag of bones, a broken frame made to play your game.
Please take me back
Don’t take me down.
Just humor me one more round.
"If only” (I wasn't so dead.)
“If only" (I scream in my head.)
“Cause Disney sure was magical but how can I..."
Restart?
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8. |
Moving On
03:32
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Slept right through every class since twenty ten,
But if I had the choice I'd probably do it all again.
Four years of malignant rumor humor,
Wishing it’s demise before it even began.
So apparently i’m supposed to know who i’m gonna be.
Please don’t ever leave that choice to me.
How will I ever make it,
How will I survive?
Where will I be this time next year?
What will I do if I'm still here?
There's no one round to say,
You can just go and find your way.
Every year I tried to find my place,
But there's too many cliques.
Popularity always wins,
Even when you finally find your niche.
So fuck this ode to growing up,
Cause everyone's too damn stuck up.
Some people always stay the same,
But you'll never ever get me to hang my head in shame.
"Woah"
I'm moving on
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I could never,
Devote my life to the cubicle.
Cleaning every corner of a trailer park bathroom,
I could never,
work among the people who put me down before.
The ones that never took the time to see me through.
I could never,
I won’t ever,
I absolutely refuse to,
Live like that.
So let me find the motivation,
That will take me just where I want to be.
When growing up, we all thought that we would change the world.
There were no limits and no one there to hold us back.
Then somehow you all forgot about those dreams.
But not me, oh no, cause I could never live like that.
(So i’m moving on)
To wherever this story takes me.
(Yeah i’m moving on)
Even if it breaks me down.
(And i’m sleeping the day away)
But i’ll never stop chasing my dreams.
(I’ll stand there day and even night)
Til I find my way along this journey.
(We’re moving on)
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10. |
Will We Meet Again?
03:21
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When will we ever meet again?
Maybe when we're back on our feet again.
And somewhat found out who we are.
Cause by the end of this summer we’ll all we scattered around this world so far.
(World real far. Just remember that this place, will always be your home.)
Seeing these faces makes 12 years fly by so fast.
As we all sit here waiting, reminiscing of the past.
I don’t feel ready for this bittersweet felt rendezvous.
But I’m sure it’ll all be forgotten by next June.
What might seem like the end, is only the next passage to your life story.
Thriving in the world’s open casket, and all it’s glory.
A fresh start where we can open our dusty eyes.
Finding a place to belong, and taking off this boring disguise.
(But still, I wonder...)
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