1. |
...Believes In Romance
01:28
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If you could find someone who believes in romance
Then I could change from who I used to be
I don't know if my hope for you will ever fade
-I don't know you
-But do you believe in romance?
If you could find someone who believes in romance
Then I could change from who I used to be
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2. |
Wreckhead
02:54
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How was I supposed to know
that you were peering through my window?
You were outside of my house
stood on your tiptoes.
I was losing sleep
but laying in the comfort of my bed
so I forget
what happened and when.
Let's chalk it up to everything
I lined out for my nose
or smoked.
The smell still lingers in my clothes...
The part I don't recall
is leaving;
the what, the when, the where
or the reason.
Do you remember?
I don't remember anything.
Should I pretend to?
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3. |
Be My Teresa
03:24
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I didn't care about her,
I have no regrets today,
My alcohol soaked confessions,
Circa Amor Mio.
Apathy clouds my awaking,
When dreams are our only venue,
Behind bronze eyes you hold a secret,
Would it be wise for me to
Tell you mine Teresa?
I saw gorgosity on violin,
And another who could really swing,
But when the jazz of the night is all through,
I cannot cease to love you.
The Alps and the oceans divide us,
Or just my insecurity,
Now I'm caught between Georgie Gordon,
And Stephen Patrick...
Be my Teresa
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4. |
All Local
02:40
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Born and die in this town
Get a job so you can get out
Try to change your mind
We end up having the same conversations, night after night
You like it all local
You like the same things
You like your routines
You like it all local
Why move when you're comfortable?
Why move when you could fall?
Why move when you could have it all?
Stuck to your family tree
You say that "there's nothing out there for me"
But you haven't even tried
Just imagine what you could find, if you opened up your mind
You like it all local
You like the same things
You like your routines
You like it all local
Why move when you're comfortable?
Why move when you could fall?
Why move when you could have it all?
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5. |
Wales
03:09
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There’s no more words to read, even less to write
As I am sighing and crying every inch of the night
Clocks tutting pointed and glaring all day
As I compose a new email to someone turning away
I am skinning my knuckles, imagine touching your face
My words coming backwards, stuck in the same place
And now I’m just a stain on your sheets
And how you adjust just beggars belief
And now I’m just a stain on your sheets
And how you adjust just beggars belief
I am trying to sleep
I am trying to keep away
Was it true when you said
Always your girlfriend
In Wales?
All the love songs I wrote have now turned blank
Stall with tears on my thighs when I am trying to.... read
Sick to my fingertips I scroll past your face
Sighing in piss-lifts for all the things gone to waste
Laying my emotions like eggs at your feet
A laconic smirk as you start to stampede
Embarrassing imbalances you are tired of my name
And now your eyes look like strangers although your face looks the same
I am skipping tablets like stones
To make me horribly ill
And I told you these things
And yet you kissed me, still
I am skipping tablets like stones
To make me horribly ill
And I told you these things
And yet you kissed me
I am trying to sleep
I am trying to keep away
Was it true when you said
Always your girlfriend
In Wales?
What were the words I thought I heard you say?
What were the words that made you turn away?
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6. |
Where It Hurts
02:21
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I’ve noticed that your concentration is faltering
Are you staring at the ceiling or the curtains?
I’ve felt the days turn in to weeks, you’ve kept your distance
A single word is hard to explain
Tell me where it hurts?
cause I don’t want to make things worse
I know you’re not fine
Nearly most of the time
Tell me where it hurts
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7. |
Wired For Violence
02:09
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Warriors forged by the Devil's own hands
Or cowards pushed to the edge of reason?
A broken signal or a chain reaction
Silence shattered by the sounds of violence
Consumed by the blackness
Wired for violence
Succumb to the darkness
Wired for violence
No rhyme, no reason,
No equation, no explanation
A demon's debt to be paid in full
(Or) a product of a culture, raised by fools?
Consumed by the blackness
Wired for violence
Succumb to the darkness
Wired for violence
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8. |
Who You Are
02:36
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The distance thing seems to be working
And he shouted at me, I think that he’s hurting
A pain that is so undeserving
Shake it off and let it go
The nights are getting cold and the Autumn's turning
Out in The Axe and we sat there smoking
Our surroundings are constantly changing
Shake it off and let it go
I want to work on myself, but I’ve lost some heart
And I swore id never do that, I sing to myself ‘I don’t know who you are’
Wanna work on myself but I’ve lost some heart
And I sing to myself
I don’t know who you are
A new routine but the same old desire
Just waiting for something to ignite this fire
Something to lift me just a little higher
Looks like I’ve got to do it myself
If I let go of being so judgemental
Maybe I’ll feel a little more settled
So far, attempts have been unsuccessful
Looks like I’ve got to do it myself
I want to work on myself, but I’ve lost some heart
And I swore id never do that, I sing to myself ‘I don’t know who you are’
Wanna work on myself but I’ve lost some heart
And I sing to myself
I don’t know who you are
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9. |
Care For You
02:23
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All I wanted to do was crack skulls and fuck girls now this
whole world is awful
Did you ever know how much I
loved you?
Did you ever know how much I care?
Scottish freckles, Irish Skin
Give me something to believe in
Did
you ever know how much I loved you?
Did ever know how much I cared for you?
I care for you
I always dreamed of marrying a violinist but you never
imagined a man so violent
Did you ever know how much I loved you?
Did you ever know how much I care?
Irish skin, Scottish freckles
Fell into a bush of nettles
Did you ever know how much I loved you?
Did you ever know
how much I cared for you?
I care for you
Could you care for me too?
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10. |
Sunflowers
03:05
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With Robbers on the car stereo at four in the morning
I guess it's time to take you home
I swear that I'll drive slow
We're both so tired we can barely speak
I've got coffee eyes
You've got bruises on your knees
Sleep deprived and fainting
We made our way to the pet cemetery
Let's lay flowers on our favourite graves
The last time that we spoke there were sunflowers in your room
Buried the scent in your coat
I left you a note etched in your bedpost
I wonder if you ever read it
If you ever knew it existed
We made our way to the pet cemetery
Let's lay flowers on our favourite graves
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There's no turning back
No turning back
Now this is moving, baby
I don’t want to think about that
I’ll turn the lights down
Sing my heart out
'Til you can’t help but see
Me, moving closer
Say you’re with me
I can’t bare to leave
There's no turning back
No turning back
Now this is moving, baby
I don’t want to talk about that
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Kid Chameleon Sheffield, UK
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