1. |
Pocket Change
03:40
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It's gettin gritty at the bottom of my cup
It's gettin cold so I might as well drink it up
We were searchin for aphrodesiacs
We found them hiding in the small of our backs
Let's go play nicky nicky nine doors
Let's go play, live it up in the outdoors
(chorus)
I've got a couple bucks
It's probably just enough
To get a bit fucked and stir things up
I've got a couple friends
They're livin on the other end
It's just far away enough to fuck things up
Been sleepin on the beach for days
The only clothes that I wear are sunrays
Picking blackberries by candel light
Our heads are warped but our hearts are just right
Let's go climb up on the rooftops
Blow our minds with stars and the treetops
(chorus)
And tell me, what do you see
When you close your eyes?
The water is just right here
Oh yes, the water, it is just right here
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2. |
Fell
05:47
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i jumped the fence
i caught my pants
i ripped a hole
in this graceful dance
i caught the wind
the second time 'round
the second time 'round
the second time
i fell like rain
from the summer sky
i met the ground
with two open eyes
now unattached
my blessed arms
my bleeding face
sound the alarm
(chorus)
catch me, catch me, catch me
if you can
watch me fly, and watch me land
leave me, leave me, leave me
where I lay
but won't you stay
light a candle for
lost loves laid in my bed of nails
light a fire for
ghosts that haunt me
and those that want me
who truly need me
well, they will find me
and they will use me
and they will leave me
oooh oooh oooh
they took me down when I was tired
for I can't be found on my high wire
they sent ahead their youngest daughter
knowing I was thirsty for that cold, cold water
(chorus)
oooh oooh oooh
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3. |
Jolly Roger
04:04
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two black eyes and two white bones
on a whiskey boat sailing through the blue waters
say they're going home to your father,
mother, and your bed
but soon you're gonna learn
that you're better off dead
than a cross-eyed, sleep-deprived, heat-stupefied
sea-sickness getting to your insides
falling to your knees, like in worship
welcome to your worst trip
welcome to living hell
round one ring the bell
we sleep with knives between our sheets
you can hear the siren's song
from the space between my teeth
buckle up your boots, boy
it's gonna be a wild ride
welcome to the other side
shotgun formaldehyde
you ain't gonna like it
take your tongue and bite
get back up on your feet
who said that you could sleep
better prove that you're a cut-throat mother like me
with knives in our backs
we slip through the cracks
count yourself lucky
if you can count your friends
with one hand tied behind your back
now it's time to send your best foot forward
meet ya at starboard
don't choke now boy, we're just gettin started
they think that they can run
they think that they can hide
they think they're smart
they think they're fast
but their confidence won't last
once we tie 'em up
ship 'em out
break their teeth inside their mouth
make 'em watch as we burn
everything they ever earned
everything they ever loved
it's about time they learned
they're going down
with knives in their backs
the night covers our tracks
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4. |
Run
04:12
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would you run to me
what if we gave it one more chance
would you scratch my name into the skin
of every tree we've ever climbed
I guess what I am getting at is
that I'd love to watch you run
straight at me full force
with your arms outstretched
like the open sea
whisper just my name
and I will hear it in the rain
and I will tear it open all again
act like it is all the same
and let you make me smile again
you will let me be your friend
we'll smile like we are whole again
watch our backs until the end
(chorus)
you and me makes company
for broken hearts
you watch my dreams
don't watch me fall apart like this
it's you that is the part I miss
it's you that is the part that fits
help me to remember
why my fingertips did linger
overtop your eyelids half asleep
sing along with your heartbeat
now help me to forget
why I stopped laughing in my sleep
push aside these vacant memories
of loneliness and apathy
whisper just my name
and I will hear it in the rain
and I will tear it open all again
act like it is all the same
and let you make me smile again
you will let me be your friend
we'll smile like we are whole again
and watch our backs until the end
(chorus)
I tiptoe when I'm around you now
don't wanna breathe too hard
don't wanna talk too loud
don't wanna move too fast
but if you want me to
I will run to you
oh I will run to you
oh I would run
oh I would ru-u-un
oh I would run
oh I would ru-u-un
I guess what I am getting at
is if you asked me to
I would run straight at you full-force
with arms outstretched
like the open sea
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5. |
Blindside
03:31
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blindside
my good side
blindside
is that how I read
blindside me
go now
load up your sleeves with tricks
and don't you worry about me
I've got my own ways
of feeling heavy
and if what you need
is someone who
will share your pain
please spare
I've got nothing to gain
(chorus)
cus maybe I don't (maybe I don't)
feel a thing
well maybe I don't (maybe I don't)
feel a thing
hindsight
blinding outright
hindsight
is all I see
and it's blinding me
take me down suddenly
fake left, fake right,
go for the knees
I go down quite easily
and if what you need
is somewhere in me
please just take it and leave me be
I've got nothing to lose
(chorus)
the next drink is on me
make it two
hell, make it three
the next drink
is my last regret
before I forget everything I said
cus maybe I won't
remember a thing
hell, baby I don't
remember a thing
no no no no
no no no no
no no no no
no no no no
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I can see that you wanna freak
yeah you wanna knock these walls down
I can see that you wanna cry
yeah you wanna drown the world now
I can see that you wanna scream
yeah you wanna shatter my eardrums
I can see that you wanna break
yeah you wanna fall to pieces
but what good is that gonna do
it's just me and you
sittin here on a cloud
bein losers and hangin out
gotta be slick if you wanna kick
with these hot shit wannabes
the movers and the shakers
gotta be down if you wanna sound
like you've got your shit figured out
but what does that even mean
it's time to let your hair down
there's no one around
but me and you on a cloud
bein losers and hangin out
the movers and the shakers
the losers and the fakers
sittin here all strung out
goin nowhere on a cloud
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7. |
Shotgun
04:00
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i never knew someone like me
pins and needles on my tongue
maybe you could be the one
in my mouth
like a shotgun, baby
never knew someone
that could take me away
like a shotgun, baby
like a hangover, maybe
you could hand it over to me
like a sophisticated lady
goin a little bit crazy
so I'm blowin on my sails
so long
bottoms up (bottoms up)
raisin the anchor (raisin the anchor)
I fell in love once, now I'm just fallin over
sea legs don't fail me now
that's the last thing that I need now
as I'm prayin on my knees here
with a mouthful of your tears, dear
your voice ringin in my ears
like a shotgun, baby
like a hangover, maybe
hand me over to the wild sea
if you need to then forget me
cus I'm blowin on my sails
(blowin on my sails)
so long
if you need to then forget me
so long
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