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Blow up our hands
Who needs them anyway
We will find a way
We will find a way
My hands are on fire
Still I hear the choir
I love things to hold
What I buy is what I sold
Smart is dangerous
Here comes the exodus
We're starting brand new choirs
And we all wear wires
Blow up our hands
Who needs them anyway
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Atlantis
04:47
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There's water in the streets
It's coming up the stairs
It's staining our sheets
And we're leaving in pairs
Don't give up
Just give up
We've lost our seat to an uneven share
We've become obsolete do we even care
We've lost our seat to an uneven share
We've become obsolete how much should we care
There was a time when we used to build things
Now we put our hands in our neighbors' pockets
We used to be the brightest beacon
But now we can't see for the light in our sockets
They're adding up the fees and using our air
We've lost the receipts and forgot our prayer
We're looking for our feet; we're looking for a spare
But more important what should we wear
We can't even breathe; we wouldn't even dare
To ask for help; the future just swears
We're choking on our teeth; our tongues are not there
But it's OK; check out my hair
There's water in the streets
It's coming up the stairs
There's water in the streets
It's coming up the stairs
Don't give up
Just give up
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Winning
03:36
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From the bottom I can see more (x2)
To win you gotta cheat
To win you gotta steal
To win you gotta lie
To win you gotta kill
To win you gotta cheat
To win you gotta steal
To win you gotta lie
To win you can’t feel
To the spoils go the victor (x2)
To win you gotta cheat
To win you gotta steal
To win you gotta lie
To win you can’t feel
To win you gotta cheat
To win you gotta steal
To win you gotta lie
To win you gotta
And if you feel defeat
You better make a meal
Of all your little sighs
That turn your little wheels
With your heartbeat
You bargain for a deal
To try recognize
Something with appeal
To win you gotta cheat
To win you gotta steal
To win you gotta lie
To win you can’t feel
To win you gotta beat gotta beat someone
To win you gotta beat gotta beat someone
To win you gotta beat gotta beat someone
To win you gotta beat gotta beat someone
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4. |
In Absentia
04:04
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I was so lost
I thought too much about it
Then our paths crossed
I never thought about it
You go your way & I’ll go mine
Meet up again when I’m out of time
You go your way & I’ll go mine
See you again when I shake off time
My fat fingers your thick thighs
We wrap them around each other’s cries
My fat fingers your thick thighs
We wrap them around each other’s cries
Another fat lip from another fight
I’ll press it to your cold reply
No matter how hard you may try
I can never hear your soft good-bye
Your name is a prayer
That this time I’ll be there
I know it’s not fair
But it’s something we can share
Your name is a prayer
That this time I’ll be there
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When We First Met
03:03
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When we first met I wasn’t really me yet
Every wet, grey street would tell us where to meet
Hanging around just to hear the sound
Of your voice AS IF I HAD ANY CHOICE
Kissing in cars
Kissing in bars
Breathing in the stars
Kissing really hard
Sleepless nights
We never needed any lights
Climbing through the walls
I never felt the fall
Fighting in cars
Fighting in bars
Breathing in the stars
Kissing really hard
Feeding sweaty cold coins to a jukebox in Des Moines
Dancing til dawn because they’re all our songs
Smoking too much and feeling really nuts
Time begins to bend and this will never
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Magnet Kisses
05:21
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There must have been magnets in our mouth
To make a kiss like that
You bend my heart around your wrist
You wear it like a finger wears a fist
Addicted to your tragedy
A trophy you blame too loudly
Your hand on your head and your head in the dark
I've got some guts to spill
You've got some nerve to kill
Such a like, totally sweet and awesome vibe
Yeah, I think I just might maybe
You bend my heart around your wrist
You wear it like a finger wears a fist
Addicted to your tragedy
A trophy you blame too loudly
You got your hand on your head and your head in the dark
You try to turn into yourself
You pull another date from the shelf
Won’t you please take it back
And clean the blood from the bath
Won’t you please let me down
You always give and get back
Won’t you please take it back
I think I just might maybe try
I’ve got my hand on my head and my head in the dark
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When I woke up this morning I said, "Woo Hoo!"
And then I ate some cereal, Woo Hoo!
Somebody called and they said, "Woo Hoo!"
I'm gonna pay some bills today, Woo Hoo!
I wanna be excited and fall all around
But I just can't bring myself to lift the crown
One of these days I'm gonna blow this town
I wanna dance to the radio right now
I wanna go outside and feel the sound
I wanna get distracted and mess around
But instead I'll check my e-mail every hour
Stayed glued to the screen for hours and hours and hours and hours
Every day gets wasted away
When did I become such a cliche'?
Is it all for nothing and nothing for all?
Just don't expect the curtain call
Sex, beer, money, find a bride
I don't wanna be too satisfied
Insurance, food, friends, sense of pride
I never wanna get too satisfied
When I turn out the lights in my room
There's a glow that says what I always knew
No matter how it feels, it's still just you
Alone in room pretending to enjoy the view
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"Come on, let's go," she said
And we kissed for a week instead
In a month we left the bed
This town could use a little red
Let's go save the world, and then we'll go out to eat somewhere cheap
And at the end of the night when the credits roll, you fall asleep, breathing deep
Let's go save the world, and then we'll go out to eat somewhere cheap
And at the end of the night when the credits roll, you fall asleep, breathing deep next to me
Oh woman, oh how do you do this to me
Oh how do you do this to me
I once was blind and now I can see through anything
Oh woman, oh how do you do this to me
Oh how do you do this to me
I once was blind and now I can see through anything
Our masks laid on the floor
You thought there was nothing more
Soon you would be bored
And so began the great war
Now bridges burn and buildings fall every time you speak or tough my cheek
Sparks fly from your fingertips and sirens weep above the streets
No matter how long or hard we try nothing will ever be the same again
And just when we think the smoke has cleared, the authorities deploy their men
Oh woman, oh how do you do this to me
Oh how do you do this to me
I once was blind and now I can see through anything
Oh woman, oh how do you do this to me
Oh how do you do this to me
I once was blind and now I can see through anything
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9. |
Livin' The Dream
03:28
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Broke as a joke and I’m still laughing
Scraping by on the skin of my skull
Corner store breakfasts and fast food lunches
I’m livin’ the dream
Paycheck to paycheck to paycheck
5 figures dressed in red
I’m livin’ the dream
I’m livin’ the dream
Feel the pounding of the waves
Like wind through a keyhole
Born to feel the constant crave
And never in control
Feel the pounding of the waves
Like wind through a keyhole
With the night-talkers, glowing in the dark
Trading ghosts and doing it in the park
Tall-boys, shiny and cold
Kings & Queens without halos
I’m livin’ the dream
Fruit flies, mai-tais, we never close our eyes
I’m livin’ the dream
Close your eyes we’re under the lids
Selling shadows to feed the substance
Feel the pounding under your lids
Tonight doesn’t know the pretense
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10. |
Camaro Screams
03:03
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I wish I had just a little more time
For camaro screams & ice cream dreams
To feel the wind in my hair and close my eyes
and feel a slice of paradise
Let’s take a nap together
Like herds of a feather
Let’s burnout together
Like Candles in The Weather
Too many choices Too many names
Shut your eyes and you’ll burst into flames
Let’s take a nap together
Like herds of a feather
Let’s burnout together
Like Candles in The Weather
Let’s take a nap together
Like herds of a feather
Sleep forever
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Success, success | Success, success
Success, success | Success, success
I can see the whites of your eyes
I can see the whites of your eyes
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11. |
Robotic Luddite
02:44
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Robotic luddite, you kiss just like a crucifix
Automatic stylite, go fish with your ethics
Romantic troglodyte, your necklace is a bodice
Your eyes caught by the lack of light, you piss on the mattress
Full of spit and out of spite, you hiss without finesse
The world is turning but you don't know how
And you think it's cool that you don't know how
Like it or not you're standing in line
At the back by your own design
Robotic luddite, you kiss just like a crucifix
Narcotic socialite, your heart is filled with shit
Don' t take your time
Shake your ass while you're still in your prime
Make up you're mind
Just shake that ass real fine
Keep it going
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I'm the right place
I'm the right time
you get yours
I'll get mine
I'm the right place
I'm the right time
don't give up
go stand in line
you could be happy
or die die die
have some faith
I'll eat you alive
I'm the right face
I'm so fine
let's get together
and stand in line
I think you're pretty
I guess I'll sigh
you keep your space
I'll keep your spine
Does it matter what you do
Lightning strikes where it wants to
No matter how much you might chew
Scenery still clouds the view
Is it really up to you
You can try if you want to
Play it straight or go askew
Use a nail or use a screw
Does it matter what you do
Lightning strikes where it wants to
Hey, you, over there
Do you want to go somewhere
Just stop having so much fun
And you just might get to be someone
Sit around and wait some more
If you're good enough you might get a reward
Just keep waiting and waiting and waiting...
People who eat people are the luckiest people
I'm the right place
I'm the right time
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