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Celebrate (Another Day)
03:30
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Save face
I’m going away
I’ve been a pain
That’s gonna change
Another day to go
Another day
Another day to go
And I’ll be ok
Save face
I’m going away
I’ve been a pain
But baby’s ok
I know the way to go
I know the way
I know the way to go
And I’ll be ok
I know the way to go
I know the way
I know the way to go
And I’ll celebrate
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Failsafe
04:57
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Go the way back that I know
Past your folks old haunted home
There’s the window of your room
I don’t like to think of you
Pay pennies for your thoughts
Got a bankroll for that stuff
There’s a lot I’d like to know
Tell it all before you go
On the way back to those scenes
Lose the better side of me
Like a ghost from lesser days
There’s a lot that I would change
Pay a fortune just to know
Holding on for little hope
Like a punchline to a joke
And a failsafe on that rope
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Bated
04:02
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Lights out, I’m getting superstitious
And I’m searching around for what I’m missing
Magic eight ball that’s granting all my wishes
All my small hopes, I’m trying not to piss them away
I wait with breath bated
I’m decaying
I wait imitating
I’m ok and
I am patient
Played out, I’m good with shoots and ladders
But I know that right now it’s not what matters
And I’ve built me a glass house that I’ve shattered
I’m a ghost runner all out of my batters
And I’ve lost it
I wait with breath bated
I’m decaying
I wait nauseated
It’s ok if you just say
I wait with breath bated
I’m decaying
I wait nauseated
It’s ok if you just say
It’s ok if you just say it
So just say it
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Stupid Son
03:50
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So sweet talk
I need to know just what you want
Pretty words for passing time
But I’ve got later days in mind
So take apart
The model of your broken heart
Pumping blood and keeping time
I’ve still got one thing on my mind
Stupid son
Come undone at the seams
Bite my tongue
You’re the one that I see in my dreams
Spit it out
You are still the taste left in my mouth
Rotten fruit from spoiled time
I think I need to get you off my mind
Stupid son
Come undone at the seams
Bite my tongue
You’re the one that I see in my dreams
You’re the one but I can’t let you be
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Don’t forget to leave a note
When you’re leaving town for good I want to know
Smoke signals and reveille
Make it known so I can know you’re leaving me
And when you go, don’t forget to write me letters saying “I love you”
Such pretty words are only said when there’s nothing left for you to lose
So carry on
Let’s get high and spill our guts
I’ll kiss you on the mouth and tell you I’m in love
And when you say you’re going away
I won’t believe it until your leaving day
And when you go, don’t forget to write me letters saying love’s a mess
When you’re so far, it only worsens my loneliness
And I still lose
And when you go, don’t forget to write me letters saying “I love you”
Such pretty words are only said when there’s nothing left for you to lose
So carry on
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Stomach Full of Nothing
03:03
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I got a stomach full of nothing
I know that it won’t do
I drink it down until I’m something
And then I want you
There goes my word again on the floor
I give it all until I’m nothing so what do I give for?
I got a heart a little hollow
I know that it won’t do
I fill it up with little sorrows
And then I love you
There goes my word again on the floor
I give it all until there’s nothing and then you want more
I got a stomach full of nothing
I’m nothing
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City Lights
02:52
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I don’t know
How to let you go
But if I did I’d be gone already
I can’t say
If I’ll go away
But if I could I’d be gone already
How does it feel to see the city lights?
How does it feel to be so free?
And if you could, would you come back to me?
And I regret
The way I left
I’d take it back only if you let me
And I can see
you here with me
I’ve been having trouble with forgetting
How does it feel to see the city lights?
How does it feel to be so free?
And if you could, would you come back to me?
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Whetstone
03:55
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Heart of gold, what do you say?
Don’t let go, I promise I’ll change
Out of my head, and out of my mind
What do you say we let this one slide?
Sharpen my teeth on a whetstone of lies
I’ll dig in deep til you open your eyes
Heart of mine, the burden and beast
One at a time, we’ll let you go free
Out of my head, and out of my mind
What do you say you leave me behind?
Sharpen my teeth on a whetstone of lies
I’ll dig in deep til you open your eyes
Sharpen my teeth on a whetstone of lies
I’ll dig in deep til you tell me goodbye
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Cupid
02:33
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Cupid missed the mark
Tattooed a black spot on my heart
Did you see it from the start?
Intend to let it go so far?
Let the bad guy in
And see my lovesick sins
Pretend the game can start again
It’s always the same end
Cupid filled my cup
Let spill I’m good at giving up
Who knew I had the baddest luck
You knew I’d never be enough
But let the bad guy in
And see my lovesick sins
Pretend the game can start again
It’s always the same end
So close up the doors
And settle all your scores
I can’t take anymore
It’s you that I adore
Cupid missed the mark
Bad luck, we were damned from the start
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Damage
03:53
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In my busted skin
Commit little sins
When the cracks split
I taste idiot spit
And I know
I know
In my back of mind
I sing better time
I pay better dime
Commit better crime
And I know
I know
I feel like damage tonight
Don’t you want the thrill of it all?
I just want the thrill before fall
And I know
I know
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Big Gun
04:00
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Brother says I’m a bit naive
There’s gotta be somebody influencing me
I think it’s time to come clean
I’ve been hiding something inside of me
I got a big gun
I got a big gun
I got a big gun now
Brother can you tell me how to shake?
I got a feeling like the dam’s about to break
Can you tell if it’s real or if it’s fake?
They best believe it for goodness’ sake
I got a big gun
I got a big gun
I got a big gun now
Holy rollers and the devils in the seats
I’m begging, baby, can you purify me?
Saints are marching and I’m nodding to their beat
But I’m a sinner and they’re coming for me
I got a big gun
I got a big gun
I got a big gun now
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Johnny
03:26
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Swallowing the king’s cup
And we’re bound to get fucked up
Johnny’s got his mask on
He’s been wearing it for too long
He can be a good boy
Or he can be a bad man
Tell him what’s the safe word
While he’s lying with his prayer hands
Around the time things’ll get better
It’s about the time things’ll get better
And Johnny’s not the bad guy
But he’s rotting on the inside
So tell him he’s got problems
And only he can solve them
Around the time things’ll get better
It’s about the time things’ll get better
Around the time things’ll get better
Now’s the time things’ll get better
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Suffer Me a Fool
03:28
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I imitate
All your bad behaviors when you’re gone
And I instigate
Try to raise your hackles when I’m wrong
Suffer me a fool
I’ll follow all the roads that lead to you
My cynic brain
I see the many ways that I can fail
So go away
I’ve written all the scenes in which you leave
An epilogue that ends with you with me
Suffer me a fool
I’ll follow all the roads that lead to you
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14. |
Song About Jesus
03:02
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I wrote a song about Jesus
And how he died to save our souls
There seems no point to that if I don’t have you to make me whole
I wrote a song about demons
And how they whisper in my ear
This little melody that they wanted for you to hear, my dear
I wrote a song about lovers
And how they never get their shot
But baby, if I had the chance I’d give you all of me that I got
I wrote a song about dancing
Until my feet would turn to flames
I’d like to set myself on fire just so you can see me blaze
I wrote a song about Jesus
And how he rose on the third day
Well I’ve got my own magic tracks and I can reappear in a new way
Yeah, baby, I’ll be something new, I promise you that I won’t be the same
But all those whispers in my ear say nothing that I do can ever change
So this is me down on my knees saying, Jesus and my demons, help me pray
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