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Taste the colors and feel the sounds of the night,
We’ve got someone working from the inside.
We’ve got your name signed in blood but that doesn’t make it right,
We can stop this force but that isn’t for me to decide.
And glamour killed the showcase, once again
And I can’t stress my points enough,
This self-affliction is too tough.
Now, it’s your turn for the runway we’re ready to go.
And you sabotaged your own entrance,
We anticipate every single instance.
Ward off blessings and struggle with new beginnings.
We’ve got a pattern, which is repeating.
Same story as told before, but it seems you’ve never heard.
You’ve struck again and to hear excuses would be absurd.
And glamour killed the showcase, once again
And I can’t stress my points enough,
This self-affliction is too tough.
Now, it’s your turn for the runway we’re ready to go.
And you sabotaged your own entrance,
We anticipate every single instance.
This past seems so hazy,
Your disposition is so damn lazy.
Same choices once made before,
Your lead feet are tearing up the dance floor.
It’s getting harder to pretend,
Take us back to last summers weekends.
I can’t escape, I can’t defeat, I can’t believe this is happening to you and I,
Must find a way to make this die, tonight.
I can’t escape, I can’t defeat, I can’t believe this is happening to you and I,
Must find a way to make this die, tonight.
Bitter taste left on my tongue from words left unsaid,
I suppose some things are better off left dead.
And glamour killed the showcase, once again
And I can’t stress my points enough,
This self-affliction is too tough.
Now, it’s your turn for the runway we’re ready to go.
And you sabotaged your own entrance,
We anticipate every single instance.
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Insincerely Larry
03:25
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When I can’t stop looking back in the rear view,
When I can’t breath ‘cause I’m holding my breath for you.
I don’t know what to do.
I’m putting my foot through the wrong shoe.
And I don’t think you’re going to make it.
And it’s kind of sad that you’re going to fake it.
Not gonna wait around forever.
Not gonna hit the ground, I’d never.
Looking back at the roads we’ve left.
Doing nothing we wouldn’t regret.
When it’s hard to get a move on,
And sometimes it’s hard to put down your guard.
You’re doing nothing sitting in your bedroom,
There’s plenty of time for that when you’re layin’ in your tomb.
And it’s a shame that you’re going to waste.
And don’t you feel bad for being replaced.
Not gonna wait around forever.
Not gonna hit the ground, I’d never.
Looking back at the roads we’ve left.
Doing nothing we wouldn’t regret.
And now we’re running out of time yeah,
And this is part of our crime yeah,
Can’t go anywhere but here,
‘Cause our hopes are insincere
Not gonna wait around forever.
Not gonna hit the ground, I’d never.
Looking back at the roads we’ve left.
Doing nothing we wouldn’t regret.
Not gonna wait around forever.
Not gonna hit the ground, I’d never.
Looking back at the roads we’ve left.
Doing nothing we wouldn’t regret.
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Don't Look Back
04:43
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Fading away to non-existence,
Saying you’ve got no room for skeletons in your life.
Get the water over your head,
Next thing you know we’re all lying dead.
Am I still the same boy I was before?
This world’s so perfect for not a soul I know,
Stuck to the outside of a cage,
A comfortable home that I have made,
The scenery’s becoming social
And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
Time invested in ourselves,
All of that can go to hell.
Should have known that it was too much,
Should have settled for being bored.
Working hard to save my health,
Self-improvement on myself.
Who’s to say it was all in vein,
I’ve made mistakes before.
(Breakdown)
Don’t Look Back!
Shaking earth under a stampede of unsure steps,
We are a place of superstars and repertoires.
And we are creatures of habit, I’ve been told,
And we may never break that mold.
Life long regrets are something that I’ve never kept,
And I’ve never felt more dead than alive.
Or so we hope, or so we all hope.
Or so we hope or so we all hope
Is hope just something we’ve invented?
Is discretion just something that we’ve brought up from the dust?
I wish it wasn’t if it was,
Oh how everyday I wish it wasn’t if it was.
And remember when I said it’d be best for us to leave our thoughts and lives behind,
And next time you bring that barrel up to your mouth,
Remember I’m the one who said to do it.
I’m sorry.
We love this city we call our home,
We’ve got our friends we won’t be alone.
Or so we’d choose to think,
It’s never what we ever thought.
Time invested in ourselves,
All of that can go to hell.
Should have known that it was too much,
Should have settled for being bored.
Working hard to save my health,
Self-improvement on myself.
Who’s to say it was all in vein,
I’ve made mistakes before.
I’ve made mistakes before,
I’ve felt this way before,
I’ve made mistakes before,
I’ve felt this way before,
I’ve made mistakes before,
I’ll pay for them now.
Time invested in ourselves,
All of that is more than,
I can keep in store for us.
Will someone tell me when we’re at our best.
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People
05:56
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You’ve got an old soul,
And you’re sure to put it right there on your back.
For if your legs would touch the ground,
God forbid your life would fall apart.
You’ve got a cold stare,
And it seems to reflect in the clothes you wear
For if your eyes are truly coal,
I can see the diamonds they long to be.
Bitter conversations with traffic lights aren’t helping with your sanity,
Or your pleas for humanity to look the other way.
Staring competitions with the ground,
You’ll learn you’ll never win.
Gotta lift your head up to the clouds,
Gotta take each step with a stride.
(No)
This is not my body,
I’m just a soul.
A spirit and some energy,
Keep my blood from running cold.
And I won’t curse my maker,
I’ll do what I’m told.
A heart felt thought and a good Idea,
Keep my mind from growing old.
Unhealthy habits make the world seem to turn a little faster.
Don’t cover up your battle scars,
Don’t let them be there unintended.
I see a story to be told,
I’ve seen a personality unfold,
Right before my eyes,
Right between the lines.
Brand, scar all of your skin from head to toe,
That’s something that I could never do.
This body was rented,
When I was invented.
We are just vessels, yeah.
We are all just vessels here on the Earth.
And our millage is clocked,
And our guns are cocked.
(No)
This is not my body,
I’m just a soul.
A spirit and some energy,
Keep my blood from running cold.
And I won’t curse my maker,
I’ll do what I’m told.
A heart felt thought and a good Idea,
Keep my mind from growing old.
Close the door and close it tightly,
‘Cause no one’s coming home.
Memories to cut you like broken glass,
Let’s hope these cigarettes will last the night.
Walking home from your job,
Run away from your thoughts,
Never thought the rain made so much sense.
Don’t get your hopes built up on life,
Got a truck full of burdens to fill the room.
(No)
This is not my body,
I’m just a soul.
A spirit and some energy,
Keep my blood from running cold.
And I won’t curse my maker,
I’ll do what I’m told.
A heart felt thought and a good Idea,
Keep my mind from growing old.
Three legs left on the broken chair,
I sit but I don’t fall.
My hopes always seem to keep me up at night
(No)
This is not my body,
I’m just a soul.
A spirit and some energy,
Keep my blood from running cold.
And I won’t curse my maker,
I’ll do what I’m told.
A heart felt thought and a good Idea,
Keep my mind from growing old.
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Come on now,
Who said that.
Something funny’s going on.
And don’t you think it’s kind of weird that,
No one says that something’s wrong.
I’m Starting to hate this place
(Hate this place)
No one looks me in the face
(In the face)
Stop listening to me,
My stories make no sense.
And who’s that guy peeking,
Over the fence.
Sometimes I sit alone and,
Think about that time,
I went to see the band play,
And at the end of the day.
I’ve had enough.
Alright now,
Cut it out.
I don’t wanna start a fight.
(Start a fight)
You say it’s not true but how,
I know that I am right.
Things are starting to get strange
(To get strange)
Your perception is deranged.
Stop listening to me,
My stories make no sense.
And who’s that guy peeking,
Over the fence.
Sometimes I sit alone and,
Think about that time,
I went to see the band play,
And at the end of the day.
I’ve had enough.
[Breakdown]
Stop listening to me,
My stories make no sense.
And who’s that guy peeking,
Over the fence.
Sometimes I sit alone and,
Think about that time,
I went to see the band play,
And at the end of the day.
I’ve had enough.
I’ve had enough.
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