1. |
V2
03:04
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Plastic heart that bleeds gold
Lately
Got a tired grip holding a fake blade
Maybe
I'm staging pain
Some things I can't let go
My name it goes
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2. |
Hand Moves Slow
02:42
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Rest on the driver's side
The hand moves slow
I know
Still as stone x 3
Look through the frozen glass
The day is done
Again
It never lasts x 3
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3. |
I Hurt People
02:30
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4. |
Would You
03:12
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How could a fire have made this flower that burnt the hand to start it?
That left it warm in cold, then burnt up into smoke
You don't know me, but I know that I'm not better off alone
Harm, misfortune, charming torment made you who you are
Would you give back all the strangers love you won?
Through broken eyes, you start to see you're not the man you thought you'd be
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5. |
The Stab
01:44
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Reflection on the spoon
I go to punch the clock on time
Distracted by the doom
The stabber, the master of you
The owner, the bastard
I try not to see it true
Call upon a friend
A favor for your latest trouble
Danger once again
Counting your fingers to death
Hair stands up, your back is bent
I curse this puzzle
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6. |
Song for Peter Davison
00:35
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7. |
Drunk
02:38
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Cheap red wine
Waste your night now
Fucked up for what?
Damn, I feel good
Sick in bed
Self inflicted
Head in your lap
Damn, I feel good
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8. |
Stupid
04:28
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I tried so hard to be broken
So you would put me back together
I felt the marble crack
Under the rug found a false virtue
And tried to believe it true
But I just woke up behind the wheel
Always thought I was better of sleeping away
I don't have the stomach now
Tears only fall in sleep
Now I'm lucid in a dying way
No I'm stupid
Tapping all the glass I see
Well I just let go of a helping hand
Had to know how far my body would fall
Locked out waiting for a buzz in
Thought this was a house that I would be welcome in
I forgot, I'm nothing but a guest
I been wanting a home but been feeling like a pest
Though it's hard to be upfront, I've been sitting out front
Thinking that the lights off meant that it was vacant
I could sleep behind my wheel for a while
This place could never make me feel like "This is where I want to stay"
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9. |
Giving Up
00:47
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Alvin Flames Chicago, Illinois
Alvin Flames makes music in his bedroom. Thank you for your ears.
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