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Spilling My Guts
02:34
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I'll paint the pavement with my insides,
in a quiet corner with no one insight.
With a little help, with a little insight,
I guess I'll get out of this alive.
I guess I'm dead to you,
I might as well be,
I might as well see.
Wake up with the problems at the waist-height,
so I'm just breathing from above?
With a little help, with a little insight,
I guess I'll get out of this alive.
I guess I'm dead to you,
I might as well be,
you might as well see!
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Driver's Seat
03:42
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Put me back in the driver’s seat,
I never wanted any of these.
If only it was a mindless distraction,
I never thought that I’d say I quit -
Quit drinking, when no one’s watching,
quit drinking, when no one’s watching.
Take some time to remind her,
I never wanted any of these.
But I’ve find it now and I’ll find it anytime,
another reason to believe -
In drinking, when no one’s watching,
keep drinking, when no one’s watching.
And I’ll see you in a different light,
and I’ll see you all the time.
And I’ll see you with my eyes shut,
and I’ll see you with them opened.
And I’ll see you in a different light,
and I’ll see you all the time.
So keep looking, and keep watch.
Put me back at the driver’s seat,
I never wanted any of these.
But I’m acting out with no proof of discretion,
just tie me down and put me on a leash.
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3. |
Devotion
02:47
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I could be in someone’s bed tonight,
but instead I am warming ours,
in case you change your mind.
I could be in someone’s hands clasped tight,
I’m mixing whisky and water,
on my worst behaviour.
Oh devotion,
I wear it on my collar.
But oh devotion,
how you dwarf in the heat of a moment.
You could be in someone’s bed tonight,
and I wouldn’t know any better,
like an estranged kite.
You could be in someone’s head tonight,
and dear god I hope it wasn’t mine,
but you know that is a lie.
Oh devotion,
I wear it on my finger.
But oh devotion,
how you dwarf in the heat of a moment.
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Rest My Head
03:17
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I want things to change,
but not for things to change me.
So give me a hand,
but I also want to rest my head -
to hit it with another dead end.
It makes no sense,
that nothing would make any difference.
I want things fixed,
but not for things to fix me.
So give me a hand,
but I also want to rest my head -
to hit it with another dead end.
It makes no sense,
that nothing would make any difference.
Go make a difference.
Oh what’s the difference?
Go make a difference.
… of my head -
to hit it with another dead end.
It makes no sense,
that nothing would make any difference.
I am a finished product.
I am so fucking done.
Oh what have I become?
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5. |
Mid Air
03:43
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Can't wait too long for an answer,
only a little while.
You let your silence hang in mid air,
I let the record end.
Trying to force your hand,
trying to make you pretend to forget,
all the awful things I've said.
Let's hold our breath for another year,
wait for the coast to clear.
We'll find a new place to move in,
pretend our conscience's clear.
Trying to force your hand,
trying to make you pretend to regret,
for the things you've rightly said - about me.
You’ve said about me.
Are you sad about me?
You’ve said about me.
Sometimes - I wonder - if you could - forgive
Sometimes - I wonder - if you could -
what could have been?
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Paris, Taxes
02:50
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Doing my taxes for the first time -
Taxable incomes I’ve drank away mine.
So go ask the bar for her tender,
and the flowers I had bought her.
If you want anything from a drinker -
Don’t bother, don’t bother.
You slack motherfucker.
But oh is it a fault?
To be insecure.
But oh is it a fault?
To be here at all.
They’ll come for everybody’s wages - all ages.
But they’ll find me lying down here wasted - so wasted.
So go ask the bar for her tender,
and the flowers I had bought her.
If you want anything from a drinker -
Don’t bother, don’t bother her!
You slack motherfucker.
But oh is it a fault?
To be insecure.
But oh is it a fault?
To be here at all.
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7. |
Poison in My Blood
02:48
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Car horns fade, in and out,
matches the way your breathe in your sleep.
Oh sweet Dorothy,
what would I do without you?
Our plans of skipping town,
to the places you have seen on travel magazines,
or a catalogue of dreams.
But I - I can’t go too far,
with the poison in my blood.
I wake up in the middle of the night - I wake up!
I pretend that nothing ever gets to me.
But they do - oh yes they fucking do!
Our plans of skipping town,
to the places you have seen on travel magazines,
or a catalogue of dreams.
But I - I can’t go too far,
with the poison in my blood.
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8. |
Mileage May Vary
02:05
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Mileage may vary,
but dear god I’m ready,
to pick you up now.
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9. |
We Long for Things
02:30
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Wholesale your feelings,
pick a colour for your favourite temper.
We’re temperamental.
We’re falling for every trick in the book by mistake.
We could be saying anything, but we never said what we meant,
Wholesale your feelings,
frame a picture and fake it for her.
Don’t worry,
We’re temporary.
We long for things that stay the same.
We long for things that stay.
We long for things.
We long for.
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