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Old Standards
01:08
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Now everybody knows, got me staring at the phone
I can't see reason or throw away anything
Dan...he don't got to care
If I had his car I'd drive it straight through trouble anywhere
I know you've probably thought about it too
Can't help if when you think of me you're choking on anything
That marks the end of more desperate years
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Absolutely, Baby
01:29
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Would you relax?
Everything you want is everything I have closer to the ground
I want to take it back
Would you dish it out to me? Show me just how far my strokes recede
Except this time I'm going to scream at you
Got me cashed out on the couch, I'll give you Saturday
How much longer could you need?
Now I'm baked out on the couch
You're already set, but I'll save you
My life's a broken ride
No weight in motion to decide
I got my high heaven shot like overdrive
That I don't wanna use
Cause I always do
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Little Chop
02:16
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Last night got December crawling down my throat
It said 'why'd you got to be so easy’
Know that I require everyday one thing I'd feel grateful for
This week not keeping score
Cause I wonder what you and who you do it with
And I wonder what you'd say to me just know that awful things can take a...
Turn around, looks out
It's just all this shit is bumming me out
I can't redeem the conversation
I'll be a man
When I'm on, I'm gone
It's just all these things are bumming me out
And I feel so far from home
Tell the end, a place to find a golden center
Back again, with investments out of my hands
I'd figure out my plan, to pull you out from my dead center
And back again, with a friendship out of my hands that pulls me in
Turn around, looks out
It's just all these things are bumming me out
I can't redeem a conversation
But I'll be a man
When I'm on, I'm gone
It's just all this shit is bumming me out
And I feel so far from home
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4. |
Dirty Little Weekend
01:32
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Would you say awful things about me?
Would you burn it between the pieces when I call your line?
Would you write it down? Wrong again.
Must have thought it just a thought of the weekend, what a lie
Just a little allegiance can make a reputation cleaner every once in a while
We'll talk about this soon, I bet my dollar's worth it
I should care. Better get the bug out while you can
It's too late man, I got my dollar's worth and sold
I'll hate for you to go, but I'll pray for you
So tell me something decent, baby
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Physical Stuff
01:53
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All these things can happen just the same
So I can't hang
It takes a heart attack to manage all my time
My backs a mess
My poor teeth turn boring white
From bright red cheeks to twisted spine
See my eyes, have nothing to say to me
All these things can happen just the same
Hey, you lose control
Got a lot more to me and I hope you didn't already know
You lose control
I'm over it but don't even say so
Can only dream of having friends like me
I knock 'em dead at my front door
You do it to yourself
You'll never mean a thing to me
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6. |
Capital Size
01:53
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See no need to beat my head to the ground
Just heard awful things I didn’t want to hear
and Babe I'm resentful, tell me one thing anyway
I said, what have you done?
Caught in the motion
Who would you trust?
Anything but making shit up
(I'm not trying, I'm not sorry, no one's telling anybody)
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Ambrosius
01:58
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Quit calling me out, I'd rather wait
Spend my time, when my stride is overwhelming me
So did I, all crossed up in my story. I'm not sure, you're looking for it
I owe you one
I can't see one imperfection. Adjusting my sleeves, to fold my arms
Where no one here's done anything brave and I'm always the one, always left alone
Quit calling me out, I'd rather fake it
Simplified, when my mind's been keeping me up....
Days and nights, where I can feel my heartbeat sink
For the life of me or for a better life
With me, flying away, down that depth set passage, feeling sorry for myself
No one could say, much of anything, I am anything, and I can’t
When I can't see one imperfection. I can't, and I am always the one, always left alone.
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Dentface
01:49
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We were the best we ever have been
Now, what good can we change?
Would you take apart the parts that matter most to me?
And i've always said, I know exactly what I wanted and i'll pursue it all, pertain to my degree
'I've never masked deception, it always followed me
I never said what good could crying do,
When I've swallowed my revenues right now
And now we all felt safe
Really fucked me over this time
I miss winter breaks
And cold 'welcome home joe' hand shakes
I hope forever, that we can only stay this clever
Whenever you can find it inside of me
I hope that I would only stay this clever
my god
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Swim and Stay Fit
01:27
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So independent. Something I admire but
The way I stand’s just so "each-other" that,
Well it's ‘so what’
This time just hear me out
That’s right. So I said too much
That's right everyday, you gotta pull me away, react with little regard, youre gonna pull me apart
Feels like we'll overheat before we set foot in the door
That's right everyday, you gotta pull me away
You gotta figure I’ll win big the next time
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10. |
Chai Takes
01:43
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Heat passed away, and my heart is over heat
I couldn't take it in my sleep
I know I saw that, I know I saw that
My dreams. My words are vacant in my sleep
I know I saw that
Between wrists that were breaking in my sleeves
I know I saw that
My dreams, my words are vacant and I hope my head was shaking
My sleep my dreams gone passed away
Take the time to get this feeling straight but I don't care I'm not feeling like I ever did
I'm not feeling like I ever take the time to get back on your mind
Oh, my sleep. My dreams gone passed away
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11. |
Entwined
03:03
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