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| 2. |
| 3:18 | 
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kill the lights!
hello ladies and gentleman, I'm glad you've graced me with your presence you're in time to see me wrestle with my consience and staring into the s-s-s-silence you see I came to save the stage, I hope I'm not too late passion called from back behind the curtain screaming, "sonny this is urgent, fill these 50 persons with a purpose, but don't just give it away inspiration isn't cheap these days, you better make them earn it" you better make them earn it! (make them earn it) you better make them earn it! (make them earn it) hello ladies and gentleman, I'm glad you've graced me with your presence you're in time to see me wrestle with my consience and staring into the s-s-s-silence you see I came to save the stage, I hope I'm not too late passion called from back behind the curtain screaming, "sonny this is urgent" x2 how do I adress the letter to my generation? "sonny", she said, "save yourself the postage" how do I adress a letter to my generation? "sonny", she said, "sing it in person." |
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| 4:00 |
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Two roads...Split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be. I wanted to be that breath of fresh air, When everything smelled so insincere. But this taste still lingers in my mouth, Deceit has ways of sticking around. And I'm ready to disappear, Vacation seems far seems From here. Note to self: I miss you terribly. This is what...We call a tragedy. Come back to me, Come back to me, To me. Note to self: I miss you terribly. This is what...We call a tragedy. Come back to me, Back to me, To me. I can feel my mind, wandering again. Into where I dont know, and will I ever get home? Time starts moving, faster than I can. And I'm sick of this scene, I need to break from the routine. I can feel my mind, wandering again. Into where I dont know, and will I ever get home? Time starts moving, faster than I can. And I'm sick of this scene, I need to break the routine. Two roads...Split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions. Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be. Which part of me is left? I feel so close, and yet I am so far. Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so...Far!... |
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its amazing what youll find when you just open your eyes
sometimes love can leave you blind but still you try to cover all the lies and ignore all the signs sometimes love can leave you blind what i thought was a certainty has left me spinning in circles again comparing to the last time that we had spoke it seems to me that youre not happy like you used to be to you im like a flavor that wouldnt last you took one bite than spat me out real fast and now this mark remains and will never ever go away |
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| 4:01 |
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words don't seem to come so easy
when I need them oh so badly here's to playing tug of war with my vocal chords maybe I can give this another shot or sing about a broken heart or immitate the way it feels if this was happening for real this distance seems closer when you shove it in my face this moment has left me with nothing else to say I'm losing my interest with these empty pages they're torn they have frayed edges this dusty book is botheres by my rusty eye and I can't see and I can't breathe put me on the next page outta here to live forever on this paper capture this void and fill it with the frenzy in my voice killing time by drawing face that stare back at me from the margins in a sea of 8and a half by elevens I'm drowing in treading through run on sentences and sinking into empty text ill swallow the salt and spit a few dry words out no matter what I say no matter what I write here I'm sick of always lookin at this page with a blank stare you never seem to know and they never seem to tell you words don't always come as easily as you might want them to throw this paper into fire and throw me with it. |
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| 6. |
| 2:39 |
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Smiles and her laughter
its the only thing that I've been waiting for a time regardless of our distance and our hope...grows greater trapped by pretty eyes and letters for all time ...the only thing that I've been waiting for. I hope its something worth the waiting cause its the only thought that I ever feel real thunder storms could never stop me cause there's no one in the world like Emily she's simple yet confusing her sparkling eyes make me weak at my words, they tremble days seem like years in this month of December the winter coldens me for I have yet to sleep and never will I give up trying cause you're everything to me I hope its something worth the waiting its the only thought that I ever feel real thunder storms could never stop me cause there's no one in the world like emily there's no one in the world like Emily to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte) |
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| 4:08 |
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| 8. |
| 4:24 |
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your memories will always haunt me like a ghost
to put it nicely I hope you choke a poet of sorts but I'm not enough to give you an eyesore it's hard to swallow with your hands around my throat I'm sick and tired of I told you so you can call me at home but i know better than to answer the phone when people ask about the last time that we spoke I let the stiches do the talking for the most part and I leave out how you threw the lamp through my front window just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you Even if i spend 2004 listening to morrisey in my car I'm better off alone than i would be in your arms Even if i spend 2004 listening to morrisey in my car I'm better off alone than i would be in your arms In your arms Im better off alone just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you just burn the photographs and bury all the pages that we knew in short this is a long goodbye to unexpecting you to moonn6pence from shootingstar to unexpecting you (to unexpecting you) just burn the photographs to unexpecting you (to unexpecting you) |
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| 3:27 |
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| 10. |
| 1:02 |
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instrumental
to moonn6pence from shootingstar |
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| 11. |
| 3:45 |
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hiding behind the shadows
I'll be waiting in the dark to drive this blade straight through your heart I'll drag your body to the car as blood races down my arm I think everyone will wonder where you are tonight I'll hide you in my walls your body will never be found I'll wear your skin as a suit, pretend to be you your friends will like you more than they used to dear diary my teen angst bullshit has a body count I believe its 6 going on 7 now I've been dreaming about you in a pool of your own blood with your eyes gouged out by the work of my thumbs the scent of your insides from under the floorboards the perfect perfume for settling a score I'll hide you in my walls your body will never be found I'll wear your skin as a suit, pretend to be you your friends will like you more than they used to pretend to be you, your friend will like you more than they used to ride the wings of... ride the wings of... ride the wings of... ride the wings of pestilence! ride the wings of pestilence! ride the wings of pestilence! ride the wings of pestilence! ride the wings of pestilence! ride the wings of pestilence! ride the wings of pestilence! ride the wings of pestilence! |
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| 12. |
| 5:17 |
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