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Pretty Boy
01:22
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So has your dad got scars?
I'll carve the same shapes in my face.
From narcissism I'm far back, at the starting line of this rat race.
'Cause everyone likes a nice guy
With a tooth for a honey trap
I'm always looking for trouble
I've got a feeling you've got the map
Clear my name, I'll clear my name, I'll clear my name, I'll clear my name, I'll.
I pin my hopes on a nightmare
Regret this test, this break in rest, I can deal with the sweat
I see a storm cloud, I bet it shines in my eye
Here it comes to wash all this spit of mine.
The wolves have been at my body
I wonder how you would like the scraps
It's time you took back your honey
And snared another body with your trap.
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2. |
See You Around
03:03
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Is three years dressing wounds still three years too soon to address the mess he left,
Are you happy living in it still? Like a hole punch in a paper mill
Is it hard to suffer his moods like the changing of the guards?
Now hanging out has become reconnaissance because I sense every fibre's designed to suit
My friends to the ground, I'm a fucking blood hound, buddy I'm a blood hound, watch your step
Consider every flicker of my eye a diary well kept
You pull the plug to kill the notion that's afloat; our first loves mostly fill our fondest anecdotes
Accept the hours you spend aren't services you lend, when time's just time you kill it's time to just stay friends
I remember fondly the one and only for me,
Wasn't quite the one and only I could spring us from our slum
Nothings changed us we're just making strangers,
Stubborn with paint on our furs
If we come back who'll seal the cracks
'Cause time'll still keep track of us
Nothings changed, we're just making strangers,
Stubborn with paint on our furs
If we come back who'll seal the cracks
Time is still keeping track of us track of us
Fuck those needs he's got to pander to, that ned with delusions of grandeur
Who's an open flame in a bone dry farm though he's got stacks of it he puts the H.A.R.M in charm
Said I remember fondly the one and only for me
She wasn't quite one and only I could spring us from our slum.
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In the house at the top of the hill
There's a room flooded with hours to kill
Now they're gone.
At the risk of jumping the gun
There's no happy ending at the tail end of this one,
Back again, click you're here in the room
A flash, a boom take three hours away
He goes out to play.
It seems a lifetime ago when at Christmas my wish list wasn't an insult;
I grew up an only child now I'm an only adult,
I want more now, evidently outside the boundaries of reason
Seasons change, yes but friends shouldn't lead them.
I've got these four words down
From the skull they've been in, I'm hoping for meaning and it starts
'Need I remind' on a neat line of blank paper
Where this drunk vapour dried and though beat up I've tried
Making sense of a residue that ends 'you'.
Need I remind you of what he done before I'm left out the loop
When did my errs trump his sins, since when did I say.
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4. |
No Afterlife
02:12
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5. |
Harvest Wine
02:10
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On the first night my conscience let me rest
When the next came I burnt an empty nest
After your feelings were vulgarly proclaimed
Now my bed is littered with photos left unframed
If you've had your heart broken or broken one yourself
You reject all your hurt in time just like a skelf
Until then I'll drink myself blind
And purge my thoughts of you, it's you, it's you
With cruel reminders
That you felt numb laid beside her
I built my world around you
But there were ruins inbetween
I won't let you drain the Euphrates to climb beneath
This fortress that supercedes
But I cannot lie x 3
I'm half the man without you
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Three Shadows Folding
04:09
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As far back as I can remember
A good nights sleep has fallen foul to November
Varied rates within my chest plate
Map the figure eight.
Dense gravity shoots gas down like bullets in the rain
And a river's surface back here on earth can show veins
But the one thing burning this bed, the one thing burning this bed
Are the last cold words that you said.
A steel-pole-cold touch is never too far
I'm drawn to them like collapsing stars
So I'll wait my turn and burn here till the right one comes along
'Cause another false step means another year swept and another shitty song.
A break on a long walk home
Two children start unearthing what it feels like to be alone (minor chord)
I'd have never thought, even in the dark,
That this would spiral into neds in a swing park
A year ends I send January my thanks
Still under my nails remain mud from the banks
But who needs a resolution
When unwavering effort's the best as far as solutions go
Only your cronies stand in my way
Once friends since then their loyalty's have frayed
I'll torch this park you left me yes I'll torch this park you left me;
The final act of who I used to be.
A break on a long walk home
Two children start unearthing what it feels like to be alone (minor chord)
I'd have never thought, even in the dark,
That this would spiral into neds in a swing park
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