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In Vain
03:10
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I was born just so I could die
A bedridden soul, the shakes and bloodshot eyes
Found my voice but they still can’t hear the words
Cut the cord, it can’t get any worse.
Punk is dead, but I still can’t find a job
Cut my hair but I still sing these fucking songs
Decided to write but I think it’s just too late
Kiss goodbye the ways we’ll die in vain.
So let’s sing a simple chorus about
Just wanting something to go right this time
Shed the snakes underneath my skin
I’ll bleed to death before I’ll let you in
These highway signs will read our minds one day
It ain’t so bad if they show us a better way.
So let’s sing a simple chorus about
Just wanting something to go right this time
We don’t know where we’re going
So we’ll write our own stories
Hey kid, I think we’re gonna be all right.
And maybe after all these years, the songs all sound the same
But if our hearts still beat to the sound
Does it matter anyway?
Do we matter anyway?
I swear we’ll matter someday.
I swear I’ll matter.
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2. |
Rat Park
02:39
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I pushed you out
We were settling, settling down
I’m tired of this town when autumn comes around
Feel the burn, hear the rain
Wash away the weight on my brain.
We’ve got it made
We’ve done this dance, we both hate this place
Let’s run away. Baby, we’ve got it made.
I tore you out
We were waking up upside down
I’m tired of the ground
When my feet don’t touch down anyhow
Feel your heart, see your pain
A plastic escape through another day
We’ve got it made
I love the way you dance, the moon on your face
The crash of our grace
Baby, we’ve got it made
I hear the sweet sound of my baby
Baby, come downtown
I’m just a little unwound
Baby calm me, calm me on down
Bitter love but I love the taste
Take me away, baby, take me away
We’ve got it made
Just one more dance, maybe it ain’t the same
But all this life’s just a game.
I don’t wanna stay
I’m done with this dance
I’m done wasting away in the pull of your sway
But my baby, we’ve got it made.
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There’s a fight for our lives tonight
I can feel it in the air
These streets (aglow in teenage light)
A getaway car and a cross to bear
It won’t kill you
Besides, we’re bound to die.
I’ll give you what you want; baby, just hold tight
I wanna feel your rage tangle with mine
Stay by my side; there’s something in the air tonight.
I hear the longing in your voice
You remember being free
We were dangerous and poised
Wild-eyed, naïve
You won’t feel it, not how it used to be
But there’s a reason it’s buried underneath the leaves.
My heart’s dizzy from the west-coast glow in your dreams
We’re not kids no more
But you can stay young with me
So paint me in your memory
And swim with me across your seas
Just listen, we don’t have to speak.
Cause there’s a lighthouse begging us to just let go
And the sky’s on fire with crimson hope.
Are you free if you’re afraid of defeat?
So keep your eyes to the sky and four on the floor
We don’t have to live this way no more
They taught us how to sing
How to love, to bleed
In stereos and silver screens
The kids we wanna be
The forgotten kings and queens
In stereos and silver screens
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Stars
03:16
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I felt my heart grow tired from you pulling on its strings
That’s a wrap, it’s a trap, I’m a bird with no wings
And you’re gonna fly so high
If you don’t hear the words I sing.
Wild in a past life, free in your dreams
And stuck in between the memories and defeat
Chasing away the reminders
You never thought you’d wanna leave
So tell me: are you scared of being alone?
Cause I can’t waste another night
Hiding in the shadows from old ghosts
Let’s play God (or at least take a drive)
Ain’t got nowhere to go, but with you that’s all right.
Should we fight for something better?
Or just let the colder weather be a sign
To hold onto the time we have together?
I saw your hands begin to shake in the middle of a fight
Between where you wanna be and where we are tonight
The whiskey in your voice and the winter in your smile
Can’t hide that look in your eyes
It’s saying, “tell me: are you tired of being alone?
I’ll put myself back together in the morning
But tonight, don’t let me go."
A front porch slow dance
The last of the fireflies
A hand-carved romance
Stayed up til the sunrise
Have you ever dreamed of a better life?
I never dreamed you’d be in mine.
I’m scared to open my eyes
Cause sometimes stars align, but all stars die.
They threw me to the wolves and said
“To keep them all at bay
Don’t try to run, they’ll smell your blood
Stand arm in arm and pray”.
So spin with me, my holy thief
It’s much too late to hide.
Dancing, free, my stolen grief
They won’t take us alive.
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Ride
03:58
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Well I’ve been dreaming of a day
Where I don’t feel like running anymore
And you’ve been screaming out my name
Cause I keep shaking when I think about the backdoor
And the nights don’t feel all right just yet
But I believe you when you say they will
And I swear, we’ll never fade or rust away.
And the radio’s playing breakup songs
To the red in your eyes and that hole in your soul
Just hold still, there’s lines on your face
Time can kill when there’s time to waste
I think it’s too late for any of us to be saved.
The dope fiend poets and the highway lines
We’re never gonna make it out of here alive
But that’s all right, if you’re here by my side
Just say good night. We’ll take this city for a ride.
Well I’ve been marching to the time
Of this turn signal metronome
And you’re haunted by the perpetual creak
Of runaway in my backbone
And I’ll always love your southern charm
And the cheap gin
Your innocence hanging on by a thread
Huddled up in the dark – oh, how we used to live.
And the radio’s playing them sad, sad songs
And I hate that you love to sing along.
And we’ll fight to pave these broken streets with gold
May we never lose hope for better days
And may we never grow old and forget the sounds of faith.
And the radio’s playing a young love song
Let’s take a drive, take a chance, prove ‘em wrong.
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