1. |
The Urge
03:41
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I’ve got this feeling like I’ve been here before
She could give me that healing with just a few words
Only one not staring, but she would if she could
Her words I thought I needed, but damn I misunderstood
When she
Comes around, comes around me
I drown, I drown in her body
When she
Comes around, comes around me
I think I might be suffocating
And I
Can’t keep fighting the urge
To tell her that I want her
I just want to be hers
I can tell she’s looking
Can’t keep fighting the urge
To tell her that I want her
I just want to be hers
Tell her that I want her
Tell her that I need her
Tell her that I want to be her’s
If you looked like you thought you did, you would rule the world, i wonder who would you conquer first
I see you cravin’ when left to your own devices, reveling in adoration she claims she despises
She can pay but she gets in for free
Doesn’t know the words but she wrote them for me
When she
Comes around, comes around me
I drown, I drown in her body
When she
Comes around, comes around me
I think I might be suffocating
And I
Can’t keep fighting the urge
To tell her that I want her
I just want to be hers
I can tell she’s looking
Can’t keep fighting the urge
To tell her that I want her
I just want to be hers
Tell her that I want her
Tell her that I need her
Tell her that I want to be her’s
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2. |
Today of All Days
04:44
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Welcome to my self-obsessed fixation
Here our first impression is never calculated
Mmmmm
We never judge at all, we never judge at all, when it’s self-allocated
Photos are our kings, but we’re faceless when we speak
Mmmmm
Now I’m on my high and mama I lied you were right
Mmmm
I don’t wanna be alone
But I won't do anything about it
Everyone is saying something, but no one’s got nothin' to say
We trade tomorrow for today
Word by word we’re feeding the flame, and when it ignites we’ll think, “today of all days”
Welcome to our land of poor tendencies
The wisest seniority know they’re just as guilty
Mmmm
We’re always counting characters but we’re never reading
Caffeine to wake me, and alcohol to fall asleep
Mmmm
And I’m on my 15th cup, I think I’ve had enough
Constantly falling in love with being in love
Everyone is saying something, but no one’s got nothin to say
We trade tomorrow for today
Word by word we’re feeding the flame, and when it ignites we’ll think, “today of all days”
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3. |
Is It the Way
03:44
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There’s this way you move through the crowd
Pullin’ me close put my head in the clouds
I’ve never heard my chest beat so loud
Is it the way
Is it the way
Is it the way
Is it the way
That she wants me
I came here thinking I knew what I needed
But I can't stop seeing you in lyrics
Is it the way
Is it the way
Is it the way
Is it the way
That she wants me
Or is it that she does
Or is it that she does
Or is it that she does
Or is it that she does
Is it the way
Is it the way
Is it the way
Is it the way
That she wants me
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4. |
Fortune Teller
02:47
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Tell me who you wanna be
Then say their words, nodding your head, and then you wonder what they mean
Or if they’re worth being said
You lost yourself in this thought you felt
Off the cliff you fell now you’re still falling
You better, say your prayers every morning
You better, make your bed and the breakfast that you eat
Every day and everyday you’re little bit closer to sometime soon
Counting down the days and counting on the mood as your cue but the time is never opportune
And you’re acting like everything is cool
I’ll be your Fortune Teller
I can see down the line
And I’ve read every exit sign
Take any one you want and you’d be fine
I’ve never felt so sure
Of anything in my life
If you wanted more than fine
Your exits coming up on the right
It’s coming up on the right
There is no prescription to fight the notion it’s in the moon and the ocean
You think, your path has been chosen, the story has been told, it’s been set in motion
But we, tie our own blindfold based on what we’re told, working hard for fools gold
For gorgeous wives and castles in the hills, what’s it worth if you ain’t happy stacking bills
I’ll be your Fortune Teller
I can see down the line
And I’ve read every exit sign
Take any one you want and you’d be fine
I’ve never felt so sure
Of anything in my life
If you wanted more than fine
Your exits coming up on the right
If i burn out like a flame will you stay and watch me go
Will you wanna say i told you so
Would you even really wanna know
Or is it best i fade away, quietly here at home
Waiting for the final wind to blow
I want my ashes to be worth more than my bones
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5. |
Wanna Be
05:43
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Right here beneath this false transparency
Lies the unsaid and unwanted story
It starts before page one, a fitting setting beneath the broken sun
Where I know my creator feels the same
Where all we ever see is the rain
And I know it's here to make me
Appreciate and alleviate me
It better make me revel in the sun
But I'm still here
Waiting on shit to happen for a
A reason
And I wanna be done, wanna be done
Wanna be done
Wanna be done
Wanna be done
Wanna be done
Wanna be done
Wanna be
And it feels so damn good to feel bad
Realizing I can't take another attack like that
And I'm resisting hyper consciousness
And I'm here without, I'm here without a priestess
Where all we ever see is the rain
And I know it's here to make me
Appreciate and alleviate me
It better make me revel in the sun
But I'm still here
Waiting on shit to happen for a
A reason
And I wanna be done, wanna be done
Wanna be done
Wanna be done
Wanna be done
Wanna be done
Wanna be done
Wanna be
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