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O
03:04
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Tonight is one of those nights
When all we're looking for
is a warm body to heat up the room.
someone who'll keep us
from sleeping alone
Another night, another mistake.
Always a foot out the door
Rinse, repeat
Missing numbers
unmade calls
we keep building walls
Missing feelings
begging eyes
Are they yours or are they mine
Let's stop saying that we're fine
we keep on getting worse with time
Late night affection. Morning disdain
Vampire romances. Only ashes remain
(Hell)bent on finding perfect, we keep missing great.
Reboot, reset
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2. |
Unroot And Route
01:52
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Oh we, Lost Boys,
no land, no home.
Overeducated and over prepared.
Underpaid and under siege.
White, blue or collarless,
equally abused and equally fucked.
Till the day Webster's fails us,
leaving nothing but rage in its wake
and a desire to leave home, and land, and love
striving to find something more.
And we'll fly looking for greener pastures,
to foreign, distant lands
to be greeted by inverted skies
covered in yellow stars
Somehow different yet still the fucking same,
setting ourselves to become
emigrant sons of immigrant moms.
And we'll fly looking for greener pastures
to foreign, distant lands
to be greeted by inverted skies
covered in fucking dirty yellow stars
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3. |
Attention Whores
01:47
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Everyone is special, everyone's a fucking star.
Yeah, we're oh so fucking special.
Kings of part time jobs
and queens of unpaid gigs
working retail but we sure are dreaming big
we'll go far for sure
who needs to put in the work?
Ruling the nightlife
We're all bright stars
got all the right moves
come and watch us dance
let there be hype
and us be their true masters
fake nails, fake smiles, fake lives
anything goes to be part of the tribe
and if it fails we can say
it was an exercise in irony
Perfect looks and trendy clothes,
so someone backstage can take them off
as long as we stay pretty... and young
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D.U.I.
02:33
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"Give me convenience or give me death"
An anthem sung to the tune of broken glass,
to the beat of bent metal,
starting with a crash.
A nightlife anthem
sung every weekend night.
"Give me convenience or give me death"
An anthem sung by thousands
as they get into their cars.
But their voices are silenced
by the rise of their mothers' cries,
deafening and tragic
when the reaper happily obliges.
Heavy demands
made under heavier breath.
(It's ) a losing game trying to cheat death.
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5. |
Ty
03:48
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June's gone, fading youth
We are betrayed by the bodies we once knew.
Feeling bummed out and nostalgic
Memories and situations.
that never really happened
but in our imagination.
Dreams of lives we wish we had, lives we wish we could be living
because oh, they feel so real, they feel so right.
"Darling I’m home"
blue eyes, white walls
perfect kids and perfect homes.
They stole it all and let us fall
we found our great war
we found our great depression
it was here all along
we couldn’t hear it over the siren-song
Realization, crashing down.
The weight, too much for our feeble backs.
So now we're standing waiting, frozen.
The joke's on us and we didn't know it.
Please just cue, please just cue the damn laugh track
We never felt so out of place.
They never felt so out reach.
Should we blame the TV
or should we blame ourselves?
Should we blame ourselves for this mess?
Frayed fabric, split wires.
years and years and years with the same goals in mind.
No lifesaver, it's easier to move,
sometimes sinking is faster when escaping doom.
Let go your life line before it becomes a noose.
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What is it truly that we are trying to create?
Something lasting?
Something true?
Or is it something that will fade with our youth?
If that's the case I’m sorry but i cant help feeling blue
Struggling with the edges of matter I find myself
What's real, what's fiction, who fucking cares?
I just want to hold it all into my hands,
make it become manifest.
Find a reason among these empty pens
Turn scraps of paper into
A remedy for darker days
These countless hours
into something more than just a cheesy catchphrase.
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