1. |
Falling
02:22
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You fall right down.
You're in denial.
I feel your pain.
I'll run ten miles.
I'll fall right down.
I'll eat the dirt,
Laugh at what I became.
I'll dream of your face.
You won't catch me,
Laughing at me.
You'll kiss me sweetly,
And then you'll gently
Lift me up and mend my broken legs.
And I'll be dependent
Like I always was.
I will fade.
And you'll break your legs too,
So you will be
Dependent like me.
We'll be in love.
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2. |
Beast
02:30
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A pretty mouth kisses the lips of a beast,
Whose only concern is to feast
On the one who expects, or suspects, the least.
Take a look in the mirror, tell me, what do I see?
This hideous, insidious looking creep.
Confusion won't last.
My my it's a thing of the past.
You only had to ask.
A pretty mouth kisses the hole in your heart,
But stops what's not meant to start.
The collapsing of passion that everyone suffers for thinking or asking. But sometimes the punishment's worse than the crime,
And I can't sleep all the fucking time.
I'll have to lie. It'll work this time.
Addiction won't last.
My my it's a thing of the past.
You only had to ask.
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3. |
Growing Old
03:01
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Your hair is in your face.
Hands, tightened embrace.
Don't know my brain, can't see my mind.
Not old bristlecone pine.
This flower I'm told,
Will never grow old.
Will never unfold.
Won't take its hold.
My roots won't stick.
My mind makes me sick.
Feel my hands make a grip.
Please don't let them slip.
This flower I'm told,
Will never grow old.
Will never unfold.
This flower won't take its hold.
Growing so old.
No one left to hold.
Growing so old.
No one left to hold.
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4. |
Give Up
03:24
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My teeth move up and down as my mouth speaks.
Don't know what about.
Everything dissipates when your lips touch my cheek
And slowly moves to my mouth.
I wash my hair, you wash your body.
Try and remove the doubt.
Unknown pleasures, our hands speak louder than us,
What I can't live without.
Don't be scared,
We're okay.
Don't be scared,
It's today.
I hold you deep within my arms.
Don't care for much else.
I break my things, I break you too,
As I broke myself.
We're damaged, we're evil, we're plastic exactly like
Your toys on the shelf.
But we can be better, we can be some teenager
Who learned about herself.
Don't be scared,
We're okay.
Don't be scared,
It's today.
Don't be scared,
We're okay.
Don't be scared,
It's today.
It's today.
It's today.
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