1. |
We Can't
01:27
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Hang me from my disgusting body parts
I know you want to see a better part of me
Mistake a shiny spark
& be among the free
You know I want to be
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2. |
Threce
02:51
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I know we got so far
Appears we scarred those spots
A melancholic scoff
Buckle up because we're off
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3. |
The Promise Bison
03:45
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My stained glass room
Lending a shade
The promise ring
Release as soon
Defenses high
Attractive gaze
A cheer for lust's
Mistaken praise
"You clean up good,"
I failed to say
Inside these flies
Around this grave
The shipwreck's fate
He lives on blind
The lock and key
Defines our climb
I've seen what we've rebuilt
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4. |
Springhome
08:01
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The front step's cold
You lived alone
Discover an unclean shade grows fuels the fight
It's getting too clear
The deepest forward lean
I don't feel afraid serene and this far away
Stay afloat
Frozen rope
A train leaves here
Slipping on repeat
In my city head
I navigate
Phone it drops
Sweet tooth stops
I fear I'm drowning in pieces of my luck
Don't let go
Frozen rope
My spring home
I see myself in color
I see myself in light
I see myself in pieces of everlasting life
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5. |
From The Dodge
06:16
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You think I'd try to hurt you
You think I'd care this much
You know there is no comfort beside this wooden chair
You try and make me better than before
The lonely makes me stronger now I know
So try and hide the rest of my halo
Go on and sing the same song
Go on, forget the verse
You know the rest is history
Confide in those you've lost
You try and make me better than before
I'm older now, I'm smarter; so it goes
So fly up high & forget the past you know
Everybody makes mistakes
The point of it is you're to blame
In moments when you walk away
The consequences make the grade
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6. |
Forget
01:17
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7. |
Blood Relative
06:32
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Flesh drips off
Of these remains
Healing comes
After pain
Blood falls short
Blinds these eyes
One last time
Crimson cries
Trying to speak for those I've missed in
The weight of the cold inspires the list
Of all the mistakes, of all the blistering
Of all of the times, myself beside,
I let myself decide
Hard to describe the way I'm feeling
Paint on the home is rusted and peeling
While trying to find the perfect reason
Not to be alone
Why I feel this way
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8. |
Tomorrow Will Be Better
04:03
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We're made to break
To find a hole
To finally break the strangehold that friendship brings
Creates a mold that's cast of fate
It turns to gold
You cash it in
We share a kiss
The blinds were high but shelter was dim
We painted smiles and felt our sins
A single side
You race it home to find your only friend has found someone
& I know that this will end soon
& I felt that things were always true
You can take that back to home with you
To the person who gave you all those right things perfect meaning
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9. |
Buck
04:10
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Rain finds the eyes of who's been hurt
Cries rewind to a time we had laughed
I forgot the way you went today
The same answers I craved yesterday
How's the weather out there?
The guise of the air
Mimics trees are replacent of concrete
Dig yourself
Waiting for
Bigger change
When I climb from behind these demons
My mind aligns & clocks in to
The rest of my life
The crime to me has to be waiting for a glimpse of a preface
When everthing changes; complete transformation
Knocks off & kicks in the door
Dig yourself
Waiting for
Greener space
Congratulate yourself for this
If I find the time or the bravery
To kick out these course floors from under me
I'll hide behind these friends of mine
Believe it's my time
Declare it's my time
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