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Urban Country
03:23
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We watched the sunburned skyline
Plastered along the city streets
Sitting on an iron island in the sky
Splitting sandwiches and a box of wine
Illuminated by battery powered candles
It was the picturesque date
Tell me you love me in a whisper
Drowned out by the sounds of the city
I'll pretend that I understood
And tell you, "you look so pretty"
We watched the cityscape from the fire escape
Taillights flicker and dance like fireflies
In their concrete and chrome enclosure
You lied and said you were cold to get closer
Yet played your secrets close to your chest
In the air and exposure
Who needs a corner apartment
When you've got the stairs with the view?
It's getting harder and harder to breathe
Up in the altitude with you
Pretending to laugh at you pretending to laugh
At all of my comical cues
Tell me you love me in a whisper
Drowned out by the sounds of the city
I'll pretend that I understood
And tell you that I love you
And I want to
And you look so pretty
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CPR
03:03
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If you had something to say, I'd have heard it by now. Your words are white noise; I can only hear the sound of you wanting too much and expecting it too. Your sky blue eyes can't save the way that you lose my attention, my trust, my interest; I think I've had enough.
You sung your siren songs to keep me around,
but the more I hear the less I like the sound.
So I better get myself out of this town before
something sincere comes out of your mouth.
I heard a blur of you hurting yourself with all these things I've said in a self-made hell. Forget the context, right? Ignorance is a blissful way to fight. Now I swallowing words until I finally choke; your wallowing's so dramatic that it's almost a joke: calling this man stuff until I stand up and front with figurative handcuffs. Something random gets your nerves to a tandem dance; it gets you to go off on the blandest of rants. Condescension coming down from the shoulders of ants. Scared that I might drown in the won'ts and the can'ts.
Your love is easy, but your love ain't free.
Just take a look at what your love's done to me.
You played your games with me before
Now I'm your pawn with my pants on the floor.
I tell myself, "just one more time"
You pull my thread and watch me unwind
You spun your web, and now I'm bound.
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3. |
Talent Show
04:05
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Some people tell me to reach high
Others tell me to reach low
Some people tell me to follow my dreams
Others tell me where to go
They say roll the dice
Someday you'll see
But sixes only come so frequently
Some people live
And hope they will be
Others, they live for reality
Which way is best? Which way do I go?
How do I learn? How do I know?
Why do we argue? Why do we fight?
Who am I to say what is wrong and what's right?
I wanna be happy, but I wanna survive
Do I swim across or do I take a dive?
To reach the dream, have to go through the strife
Do I live the right way or do I live the life?
Some people tell me just settle down
Find what makes practical sense
Some people tell me live life out loud
Don't settle for second best
Do I be safe?
Do I be sorry?
Live on the edge
But the edge might scar me
Judge the risk
Judge the reward
I live on my own accord
But I can't help but feel like I'm made for more
I've gotta find something worth fighting for
I don't have a choice; time's running out
I gotta find what this life is about
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4. |
We Suck!
02:42
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You play the drums and I'll play the bass
I know a guy who can kind of sing okay
So let's get together and slap down some jams
We'll start making history today
Or maybe tomorrow
I don't got the time today
But I've still got time to sit on my phone
I know we've got the talent
But we don't got the drive
We won't make it practicing alone
They say making music is pretty tough
You gotta learn to put in the time
But I'm just too lazy and this plan is crazy
So why don't we just get up here and suck?
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