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We've Got Guns Now
03:13
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We’ve Got Guns Now (3:13) (150 bpm)
She’s the one who will always leave unspoken.
She’s the one who will live her life like a loaded gun.
We’re the ones who will always laugh at all this fun.
She’s the one who puts every breath into my lungs.
Oh, tell me the words and I’ll leave this town tomorrow.
I will leave you with your sorrow in the sea.
Oh, once in a while I feel like I can finally breathe
But my lungs reject the air the day she leaves.
I’ll leave tonight and let the sun rise so far behind my eyes.
I’ll drive myself into the sea.
Love was flying all around from the floor to the ceiling.
Like bullets in the Middle East.
And I begged my best friend to bury me,
In the ground please, the minute she leaves.
She’s the one who has lived her life like a loaded gun.
She’s the one who puts every breath into my lungs.
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Dance For Me
02:49
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Dance For Me (2:50) (163 bpm)
I believe that there is nothing better than this night with you.
And there is no where I would rather be.
So dance for me my sweet.
This is the last time you will breath
For me, this is the last time you will sing,
“Oh what a beautiful way to die.
Oh what a beautiful place to lie.”
And I say, dance for me my sweet.
Oh, this human form, where you were born…I’m gonna dance.
You won’t let me die without a smile on my face,
without a pair of hands to lay my head.
You won’t let me rise in the morning without you.
And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
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3. |
Don't Waste Your Time
02:52
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Don’t Waste Your Time (2:52) (173 bpm)
I see your face and I can’t breathe.
What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with me?
Your scent is here and I can’t leave.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I saw you waiting on the corner.
I saw you waiting there for me.
You can stop this if you want to.
It’s such a waste.
Take your time look around see what’s going on.
You can grow up any time girl.
Take your time look around see what’s going on.
Because you look like love to me.
You look like love to me.
I’m waiting for the day to break.
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4. |
Lemon Drops
03:09
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Lemon Drops (3:10) (157 bpm)
I can’t forget that face.
I made a lot of mistakes and now I’m out here on my own,
in this cell, I think I’m living in hell.
Hey now, don’t forget the way I held your scars.
Hey now, don’t erase the way I fell so hard.
It’s a long way down without you.
It’s an empty town when you’re not here.
I’m tryin not to sleep cuz whenever I dream,
I always dream of fallin.
But I don’t hit the ground, I always wake to the sound,
of my own screams
but I believe in you and I can’t get that out of my head.
And I believe in me and you but I think we’re better off dead.
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5. |
A Church With No Name
03:25
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A Church With No Name (3:25) (170 bpm)
We’ve learned a thousand things about our loves and how our dreams sometimes sting.
And here we are, fearless of future.
Bring us love, bring us death, bring us anything at all.
All these years slip through fingers.
And the sun comes once a day and sometimes not at all.
You can say anything you want to say.
I have changed. But we all change.
We’ve got smiles contagious.
I’m pretty sure we scared death half to death.
And I try my damn best to live without regrets.
But we all fall sometimes.
Say anything you want to say.
I have changed. But we all change.
And you can say anything you want to say.
I am deaf to your complaints.
God, give me something to believe in.
God, give me something I can hold onto.
God, give me something that I can call my own.
‘cause I’m not sure I’m buying you.
You can say anything you want to say.
I have changed. But we all change.
And you can say anything you want to say.
I am deaf to your complaints.
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Alaska
03:25
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Alaska (3:25) (138 bpm)
I don’t recall the words ‘I’m leaving’,
what they mean or how I’m supposed to feel.
I’ve been numb since I was young.
And girl, you know you give me some.
I tell a joke, you breathe a sigh.
I laugh aloud you roll your eyes.
I drove us both in battered bodies.
Airbags still slap my face.
We meet.
You change.
I change.
You leave.
I search for meaning.
I’m tired of thinking.
I forgive every word you said.
Let the weight of the world lay off your head.
‘cause when it’s through and you are gone.
I will breathe the deepest sigh and you’ll cry hysterical.
We meet.
You change.
I change.
You leave.
I search for meaning.
I’m tired of wondering why.
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Now Hiring Graveyard Servers (3:51) (160 bpm)
She used to love the color green
but now she can’t see anything.
She sometimes thinks that death aint so bad.
And the man on the corner is starting to sing.
He aint afraid of anything.
He sure as hell aint afraid of me.
He is dressed for hurricanes
And he is dressed for hand grenades
And he don’t fear anything at all.
We all wake up trying to see
And we all pass on the same as me.
But we don’t feel anything at all.
We will be fine despite the horrors of my mind.
I curse this day in search of better things.
Let’s have a book burning on the night we shoot the Queen.
Let’s pray to God that he’s not watching.
Let’s curse the day the world stole our innocence.
Let’s not forget the day the war came.
I will leave the first time my alarm goes off and the sun is up.
And I will always recall this night when I held your hands in mine.
We’ve got our own problems right here at home.
Our love is colorless and disheveled.
But the man on the corner is dressed in camouflage
And he has sworn tonight the weather here is quite beautiful.
And that’s alright with me.
That’s alright with me.
Darling baby don’t be scared.
The weather here is fine.
Nevermind those things you hear (explosions in the sky).
So hold on to me tight.
Now it’s Independence Day every fucking night.
We will be fine despite the horrors of my mind.
I curse this day in search of better things.
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