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Kamikazee
01:22
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Something tells me this is not the first time you realized that you needed time to think. I am living proof that it doesn't matter who you hurt along the way. Going places, that I know is true. You're on your way.
You take everything that you can get and leave nothing in return for me to hang on to. It's like this every time you split. Well, I'm through with it. I'm done. I'm done with you.
Going places, that I know is true. You're on your way.
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My Little Goner
02:34
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It's been a while since we last talked, I know. Lying face down in my pillow now. But a heart sometimes stops beating no matter how you try. Call in the paramedics 'cause one of us just died.
She is my little goner and one of us just died.
Holding calls and counting hours on the phone. Fingers crossed, not paths, I'm all alone. But a heart sometimes stops beating no matter how you try. Call in the paramedics 'cause one of us just died.
She is my little goner and one of us just died.
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Mr. Solo
02:30
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It's gonna take a while for me to get back on my feet again. Clumsy as hell, I am walking now. So you took a hacksaw to my heart, smiled at me and my bloody corpse. Pretty sure that's the day I became Mr. Solo.
It hasn't been the same since the day that I became Mr. Solo.
I'd like to take some time, reflect on what you're all about. Able and willing, you are to leave now. So you cast a stone with no second glance. I'm the underdog with no fighting chance. Here's to the day that I became Mr. Solo.
It hasn't been the same since the day that I became Mr. Solo.
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Bullet For Breakfast
01:48
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Miss Stab in Back you haunt my dreams tonight. The memory of you will not suffice. Sometimes I wonder if you're still rotting here with the corpses of the ones you left behind. Write me off. I'll keep singing the same song 'til you come around. From here where do we go?
Tell me and I'll take you there.
Miss Stab in Back you're on my brain tonight. So much for wishful thinking. There's a bullet with your name. I've got it pointed between my eyes. Breakfast of champions and men with nothing left. Write me off. I'll keep singing the same song 'til you come around. From here where do we go?
Tell me and I'll take you there.
Miss Stab in Back you haunt my dreams tonight.
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Burn Victim
02:54
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Let's get it straight from the narrow and call a spade a spade. Fighting fire with gasoline and it blows up in our face. Scars and all, we're victims but did we ever stand a chance? I'd like to see you face once the smoke clears once again.
Calling this one on account of rain that set my world on fire. Pull me from the ashes of this living hell. On your mark, get set, let's go. One to the head. It's been so long since I've tasted your lips of lead.
Pulling shards of fingernail out of my cornea. Reluctantly, I speak your name and then i bite my tongue. Despite blood loss, I'm going numb. A feeling known too well. I'll see your face when senses come around once again.
Calling this one on account of rain that set my world on fire. Pull me from the ashes of this living hell. On your mark, get set, let's go. One to the head. It's been so long since I've tasted your lips of lead.
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I Ate Every Word
01:47
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Teach a man to fish, I swear to god he'll drown. Who's the pretty mother fucker you've been hanging 'round? Throwing matches but the fire's gone out. It died down with dignity.
I've been thinking about how I need you like a hangnail sticking out my forehead, now. Too close for comfort, I admit. It's nice to know you're full of shit since I ate every word.
Take some time to disinfect that filthy mouth. You've been talking out your ass since things went south. Bet you're tired of being thrown around and being worn down to the core.
I've been thinking about how I need you like a hangnail sticking out my forehead, now. Too close for comfort, I admit. It's nice to know you're full of shit since I ate every word.
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Damage Control
02:24
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Take my crutch and watch me fall right on my fucking face. The damage is already done just tell me that you're on your way. I'm your ticket out of this place.
This is damage control knocking at your door. Please just let me in. From the looks of things I've waited far too long. It's a fucking mess in here.
I'm tin-chested, hollow, why I'm still alive I don't know. I worry myself down to the bone looking out the window watching for headlights, praying I'll go blind.
This is damage control knocking at your door. Please just let me in. From the looks of things I've waited far too long. It's a fucking mess in here.
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G.E.T.E.
02:26
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She is lost and hopeless. She is flawed and I guess she is everything I want. Time and time again I find myself beating a dead horse. We're just two prick in the same old pod. Moving down this road just got me headfirst in a brick wall. Now I look the part and feel three inches tall.
She is everything I want.
Take your indecision elsewhere. Love don't live here anymore. You're making flies on shit look good enough to eat so I won't stick around for the main course. Take my mind off of you, my dear, I swear to god I'll try. in the meantime go fuck yourself.
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My Brick Parachute
02:01
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Stuck in the gutter quite literally, I felt nothing. This elevator takes me just where you wanted, so trust me, this will all be over before you know it.
I'm almost ready. Check my baggage on impact, fly solo. In case of exposure sweep me under the table and forget about the mess. This will all be over before you know it.
We both know I'm afraid of heights but not afraid of flying. I'm seven stories high and I am well on my way. The odds are in my favor, countdown to ignition. This will all be over before you know it.
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Take Me Back
01:49
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She said stay away from me if you know what is good for you. Take my chances with the wolves this time. Still don't think I have a clue.
Take me back to the summer nights. Misunderstandings and drunken fights. I'll have that over this any day. Take me back
You've under-stayed your welcome now. My trial period's run out. Fill my prescription of what the fuck and I'll just get the fuck on out.
Take me back to the summer nights. Misunderstandings and drunken fights. I'll have that over this any day. Take me back.
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Joseph Citizen
02:24
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I'm convinced there's something wrong on my end. Reception's clear but you're not making sense. Time will tell when I get tired of trying. Holding on but slowly losing grip.
But you can't take a chance with Joseph Citizen. No, you needed fame and fortune on the side. I've got my broken heart. You've got a life to start. Just write me off.
I'm convinced there's something wrong with your head. Synapses are just firing at will. I liked you better when I thought you were brain dead. God damnit, girl I miss you just the same.
But you can't take a chance with Joseph Citizen. No, you needed fame and fortune on the side. I've got my broken heart. You've got a life to start. Just write me off.
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Captain and Crew
02:59
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Is this over yet? Are you coming home? Can I replace all my fear and shame with something else? Do you think of me when you're all alone? Do you find it hard to do when you're sleeping around?
'Cause you never stopped loving me, I know. And you never stopped calling this your home. Is there something I'm missing?
Is it over now? Has this ship just sank? Captain and crew went down but they died in vain.
'Cause you never stopped loving me, I know. And you never stopped calling this your home. Is there something I'm missing?
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.08
02:35
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Late night. I sure could use a hand. I feel the tension coming. Far from what you'd call a man. No thanks to you for that matter. Do yourself and us a favor. Put on your Sunday slut and put those legs to use.
Now could you jump in to the middle of rush hour traffic? Take my piece of advice. Jump in front of oncoming headlights. I'll be drunk driving tonight.
Last call. I lost my dignity somewhere between here and faithful. Chasing shots with apologies. I'm chasing you when I turn the key. Do yourself and us a favor. Put on your Sunday slut and put those legs to use.
Now could you jump in to the middle of rush hour traffic? Take my piece of advice. Jump in front of oncoming headlights. I'll be drunk driving tonight.
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Oh, Ambition
02:35
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Searching for the answers but witnesses wind up dead. Take it day by day but there's no telling where you've been. Who's bed is it tonight? Are you crashing floors again? Either way you're on your back and surely you'll give in.
Oh, ambition look at what you've done. Ambition, surely this is not what you wanted. Your perfect life, your perfect world. You had it all but you wanted more. Your perfect life. Your perfect world.
Stick to your guns, Maranda dear. I hope you're feeling fine. Maybe I could borrow one some day to ease my mind. If you got the guts to fall in love, you're leaving me behind. All engines go. I'm the last to know that we're living our lives.
Oh, ambition look at what you've done. Ambition, surely this is not what you wanted. Your perfect life, your perfect world. You had it all but you wanted more. Your perfect life. Your perfect world.
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Kirby Avenue
02:41
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Staring out my bedroom window at Kirby Avenue watching cars like fireflies sticking to my rearview. And I'd like to meet the son of a bitch that stole your heart away. 'Cause I'd like to be the son of a bitch that you regret leaving every day.
Remember the time we shared. Those times are gone, old friend, been fucked and fed and laid to rest like a one night stand. Fuck it, follow through. Just don't forget and don't regret the times we spent on Kirby Avenue.
Staring out my bedroom window at Kirby Avenue. Seasons change. Turn of a phrase from "I'm so glad I found you" to "I hope I'm not making the biggest mistake I've ever made in life." Well I hope you're prepared to accept the consequences, because you're right.
Remember the time we shared. Those times are gone, old friend, been fucked and fed and laid to rest like a one night stand. Fuck it, follow through. Just don't forget and don't regret the times we spent on Kirby Avenue.
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Maranda
03:14
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On the way home we sang songs through passing lights. The smell of jet fuel poisons lungs and burns my eyes. And she says don't forget, these are the best days of our lives. Don't let it pass us by.
We're moving on with our lives and I've had sleepless nights but I'm sure you're just fine, passed out drunk somewhere. Moving on with our lives. We let it slip on by but I hope you're doing fine, Maranda.
On the way home she said take this hand of mine. If we go down at least we put up a fight. Now I wish I could lie, this is the worst day of my life. Don't let it pass us by.
We're moving on with our lives and I've had sleepless nights but I'm sure you're just fine, passed out drunk somewhere. Moving on with our lives. We let it slip on by but I hope you're doing fine, Maranda.
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Putting It to Rest
03:23
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You're on to new horizons and ocean views in hell. Well don't expect surprises 'cause I'm moving on as well.
How do you know when it's over? How do you know when it's done? I'll take your word for what it's worth and finally lay this in the ground.
You're on to five lane highways, less than reputable love. Matching nooses hanging in my brain. Just think, that could have been us.
How do you know when it's over? How do you know when it's done? I'll take your word for what it's worth and finally lay this in the ground.
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Maggie Pullit Illinois
Two brothers from Illinois creating punk/pop. All profits donated to charities supporting equality, social justice, and
civil rights.
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