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A Tap on the Shoulder
05:29
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a string of sequels that play every weekend
on the walls of a dive bar starring you and all your shy friends
waiting for a tap on the shoulder
from a perfect stranger
with a voice that could coax Jesus out of the manger
someone pick me up, get me out of here
clear out the smoke and break all of the mirrors
I don’t need any prayers or any crystal balls
now the credits roll, everyone’s back home alone
a necessary evil for such selfish people
how could you learn any lessons
over drinks in a delicatessen
might feel great for a second, but growing up’s
not always pleasant
someone pick me up, get me out of here
clear out the smoke and break all of the mirrors
I don’t need any prayers or any crystal balls
I just want to find my voice once and for all
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how much of attraction is based on humor?
how many couples met through their computers?
if a lie typed is a lie told
then the facts have never been this cold
how many people fall in love with mistypes?
how many people fall in love with rewrites?
how many people do you really know?
how much beauty comes from burning coal?
if every single screen, died on New Year’s Eve
maybe I’d believe, in singularities
I’m saying
nothing is true, and nothing’s really fake
you just really love to hate
nothing is wrong, and nothing’s really sacred
you just love to hate it
how many faiths go unquestioned?
how many kids hate their singing lessons?
try your best not to preach to the choir
all the singers are so goddamn tired
how many people call themselves stuck up?
how many people think that they’re a fuck up
how many people really know themselves?
how many people think they’ll burn in hell?
if every single screen, died on New Year’s Eve
maybe I’d believe, in singularities
I’m saying
nothing is true, and nothing’s really fake
you just really love to hate
nothing is wrong, and nothing’s really sacred
you just really love to hate it
nothing begins, and nothing ever ends
what exists has always been
so give up your ghosts, and pull out all your stakes
stick up for yourself but remember
that there’s so many other ways
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Winning Streak
05:07
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it was never easy being close to you
but we could always strike a truce
using all your friends as means to an end
a selfish rewrite of every weekend
always an avid fan of obscurity
except when asked about your personality
I hope you’re different now
nobody’d put up with anything else anyhow
illuminate the world in selfish light
a control freak on a winning streak
you’ve been playing the part of someone else from the start
you couldn’t really call that acting art
you can paint yourself from memory
right onto the movie screen
you’re the biggest man you could ever be
though nobody else seems to agree
I hope you’re different now
nobody’d put up with anything else anyhow
illuminate the world in selfish light
a control freak on a winning streak
I hope you’re different now
nobody’d put up with anything else anyhow
illuminate the world in selfish light
a control freak on a winning streak
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Broken Spells
05:07
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blinders up and headlights off
every single stare, followed by a scoff
covered up in your own smoke
every story told, another chapter from a book you wrote
you’ve done it all, explored every hall
but that don’t mean you know it all
you flirted with heaven, you’ve beaten hell
you think you understand them well
but there’s more to magic than broken spells
you’ve named yourself nihilist
okay we get the gist
a smart guy with fear in his eyes
the call he made when he came up
with an empty list
you’ve done it all, explored every hall
but that don’t mean you’ve done it all
you flirted with heaven, you’ve beaten hell
you think you understand them well
but there’s more to magic than broken spells
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Plastic Fangs
04:32
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the plastic fangs of the kids around here
dripping on sketch pads and slipping on glasses
whittle down to words every song they’ve ever heard
pulling out heartstrings and breaking down barriers
blame the excess on the full moon
cue an empty harvest, those are the rules
hanging portraits on every word
take pictures of me, I’ll take pictures of you
if you wanna see, sometimes you’ve gotta go blind
if you wanna breathe, sometimes you gotta go breathless
underneath the daylight
we’ll pick up what we planted last night
underneath the daylight
we’ll pick up what we planted last night
the plastic fangs of the kids around here
taking up water looking for new blood
hiding dark eyelids under rose-tinted glasses
a cross eyed cupid put makeup on the bruises
blame the excess on empty bedrooms
when you’ve got no one, you’ve got nothing to lose
another night awake underneath the moon
come stay the night with me, I’ll come
stay the night with you
if you wanna see, sometimes you’ve gotta go blind
if you wanna breathe, sometimes you gotta go breathless
underneath the daylight
we’ll pick up what we planted last night
underneath the daylight
we’ll pick up what we planted last night
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Star Studded Eyes
02:35
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your tether’s the only thing I brought back home
a nameless number sitting in my phone
you stupid kid always kidding yourself
you gotta put that shit all back on the shelf
headed south on I-5, telling myself lies
always set yourself up to fall apart
always reset to a broken heart
star studded eyes, intuition lies
we stayed up too late with two bottles of eight
we cast our bets on an empty slate
headed south on I-5, telling myself lies
headed south on I-5, telling myself lies
headed south on I-5, headed south on I-5, telling myself lies
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Debt
03:01
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somehow you learned it was smart to break the rules
but the muscles you don’t flex you start to lose
always smart work but never hard at work
you memorized your lines but missed your cue
better to fall into debt
with what you love
than to fall in love and start to regret it
static electricity follows the laws of simplicity
connecting, collection, attracting
always smart work but never hard at work
you memorized your lines but missed your cue
better to fall into debt
with what you love
than to fall in love and start to regret it
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8. |
Queen of Taboo
04:22
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I used to know you better than myself
I used to hold you closer than anyone else
I can barely see you now, we both went different ways
we’re written on different pages
I have learned to love again, even if it’s only with my friends
I don’t know just where you’ve been
we used to go to school and decorate our rooms
with evidence of broken rules
you told me all your secrets, we stayed in every weekend
I’ve learned so much better since
da da da da da da da da da, da da da da da da da da da
da da da da da da da da da, da da da da da da da da da
she could never be like you
she’s the queen of taboo
she dyes her hair dark blue
she could never be all mine
she makes thunder where you made sunshine
and she wears a different shoe size
da da da da da da da da da, da da da da da da da da da
da da da da da da da da da, da da da da da da da da da
I used to hold you closer than anyone else
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Anecdotes
07:12
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the kid you’re known to be was one for pushing limits
as long as someone else was around to catalogue your breakthroughs
an unearned halo graced your moppy head
practiced charm kept you the king
but soon you’ll have to learn how to sing
a sprawling dream that no-one’s ever seen
ripped from the lips of designer drug trips
an unending stream of consciousness and weaknesses
you’re too afraid to put into conversation
dig a little deeper kid
there’s more to this than you may think
dream a little bigger kid
there’s more to this than making it big
dig a little deeper kid
there’s more to this than you may think
dream a little bigger kid
there’s more to this than making it big
you’ll worship your smokes and the Rolling Stones
they’ll keep you afloat on anecdotes and bluenotes
frozen in place for fear of cliche
if you take any steps you could fall a long ways
don’t you tell a lie. I can see it in your eyes
every single time
cause your fate’s the same as mine
dig a little deeper kid
there’s more to this than you may think
dream a little bigger kid
there’s more to this than making it big
dig a little deeper kid
there’s more to this than you may think
dream a little bigger kid
there’s more to this than making it big
dig a little deeper kid
there’s more to this than you may think
dream a little bigger kid
there’s more to this than making it big
dig a little deeper kid
there’s more to this than you may think
dream a little bigger kid
there’s more to this than making it big
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