1. |
I'm Gonna Love You
02:39
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Verse 1
I take the train to town every day.
I take the train to town every day.
I’m working 9 to 5 every day.
I’m working 9 to 5 every day.
Chorus
I’m gonna love you ‘til the sun stops burning.
I’m gonna love you ‘til the sun stops burning. Yeah.
Verse 2
Tax man is takin’, more (than) I can make.
Tax man is takin’, more (than) I can make.
I’m working my life, my life away.
I’m working my life, my life away.
Chorus
I’m gonna love you ‘til the sun stops burning.
I’m gonna love you ‘til the sun stops burning.
I’m gonna love you till the sun stops burning.
I’m gonna love you till the sun stops burning. Yeah.
Bridge
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chorus
I’m gonna love you ‘til the sun stops burning.
I’m gonna love you ‘til the sun stops burning.
I’m gonna love you till the sun stops burning.
I’m gonna love you till the sun stops burning.
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2. |
Come On And Get It
02:59
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Verse 1
You can’t tell me no. x 3
You can’t hold me down. x 3
Chorus
Follow me through the masquerade.
Come with me, cuz they will lead you,
they will let you down.
Come on and get it now.
Come on and get it now.
Verse 2
I’ve been down so long. x 3
Flood is coming down. x 3
Chorus
Follow me through the masquerade.
Come with me, cuz they will lead you,
they will let you down.
Come on and get it now.
Come on and get it now.
Bridge
Dah, dah, dah…
Chorus
Follow me through the masquerade.
Come with me, cuz they will lead you,
they will let you down.
Come on and get it now.
Come on and get it now.
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3. |
My Enemy
03:03
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Verse 1
Ride all day to the next state,
Should I call, or should I wait?
I know you, wanna hate
me right now, but it’s too late.
Pre Chorus 1
Blinders on, no one home, (I) stare directly at the sun.
Sweaty palms, all day long,
I’m in the attic all along.
Park the car, feed the meter,
check the mirror (be)fore I meet her.
Hearing nothing, feeling sorry,
sight of her is overcoming.
Chorus
My enemy
knows everything.
My enemy plays my weakness.
My enemy,
she crys to me.
So friendly when she lies next to me.
Verse 2
Up all night, til the daylight.
(I) Close my eyes, but I’m not right.
Asleep at five (5), alarm at eight(8).
(I) Should say “no”, but it’s too late.
Pre Chorus 2
Blinders on, no one home, I throw another t-shirt on.
Check the clock, make the call,
this elevator takes so long.
In the car, former lovers,
friends and enemies asunder.
Live alone but need each other,
trying to fill it with another.
Chorus
My enemy
knows everything.
My enemy plays my weakness.
My enemy,
she crys to me.
So friendly when she lies next to me.
My enemy
knows everything.
My enemy plays my weakness.
My enemy,
she crys to me.
So lovely when she needs things from me.
(Instrumental Bridge)
Chorus
My enemy
knows everything.
My enemy plays my weakness.
My enemy,
she crys to me.
So friendly when she lies next to me.
My enemy
knows everything.
My enemy plays my weakness.
My enemy,
she crys to me.
So lovely when she needs things from me.
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4. |
Harder, Longer
03:46
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Verse 1
You’ve been running around in my head,
ever since you looked in my eyes.
You’ve been hoping and praying for someone
to finally get you right.
Chorus
Its getting harder. (harder)
Can’t wait no longer. (longer)
Girl I cant want you no more.
Wanna get some, gotta give some, baby.
Its getting harder. (harder)
Can’t wait no longer. (longer)
Girl I cant want you no more.
Wanna get some, gotta give some, baby.
Verse 2
Don’t you go givin’ me those eyes,
unless you got no plans for the night.
Now we’re here and we’re longing for more.
Better bet we’re gonna get right.
Chorus
Its getting harder. (harder)
Can’t wait no longer. (longer)
Girl I cant want you no more.
Wanna get some, gotta give some, baby.
Its getting harder. (harder)
Can’t wait no longer. (longer)
Girl I cant want you no more.
Wanna get some, gotta give some, baby.
(Instrumental/Solo)
Chorus
Its getting harder. (harder)
Can’t wait no longer. (longer)
Girl I cant want you no more.
Wanna get some, gotta give some, baby.
Its getting harder. (harder)
Can’t wait no longer. (longer)
Girl I cant want you no more.
Wanna get some, gotta give some, baby.
Wanna get some, gotta give some, baby.
Wanna get some, gotta give some, baby.
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5. |
Feels Like Sin
02:48
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Verse 1
A little spark is still deep and down,
leave my lonely soul to drown.
(Your) Fire doesn't ever leave me alone,
down deep inside my bones.
You and me are laying stepping stones,
make a bridge between time zones.
Travel on into your "unknown",
I know where you're gonna go.
Chorus
Heat creeping in,
till its deep under skin.
Verse 2
Deeper down we go, rake the stones.
Level out the times before.
Moving on should be all alone,
but your skin feels like home.
Saying sorry is getting old.
Staying somber helps no one.
(But) you can use me for a place to hold
all your troubles and your woes.
Chorus
Ground cracked like skin,
till it’s deep. Feels like sin.
Bridge
You take your time,
I'll pay for my crime.
I know the stars come back in line.
You’re taking your time,
I’ll pay for my crime.
I know the stars come back.
Chorus
Heat creeping in,
till its deep under skin.
Ground cracked like skin,
till it’s deep. Feels like sin.
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6. |
The Ground
03:32
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Verse 1
It starts with desire,
(the) lightbulbs and fire.
It all comes together.
Like minds are inspired.
Not fearing anything.
Like you got nothing left to lose.
(It’s)Taking a turn and its all for the ruin.
Inspired becomes convoluted and stupid.
Not feeling anything.
Like you’ve been locked out in the cold.
Chorus
“Write, write, write!
My favorite pass-time.
Eyes, Eyes, Eyes!
I’m seeing dollar signs.
Fly fly fly!
But I’m not a pilot.
This plane’s going down,
and I can’t wait to show you the ground.”
Verse 2
You’re Not getting younger.
Don’t sit back and wonder,
allowing your heart to be run through a filter.
Who are you anyway?
Don’t you have any more to say?
Forget preparation,
you don’t need foundation.
All heart is lost surveying situations.
Who are they anyway?
What are you so afraid to say?
Chorus
“Write, write, write!
My favorite pass-time.
Eyes, Eyes, Eyes!
I’m seeing dollar signs.
Fly fly fly!
But I’m not a pilot.
This plane’s going down,
and I can’t wait to show you the ground.”
Bridge
(Ground)
Chorus
“Write, write, write!
My favorite pass-time.
Eyes, Eyes, Eyes!
I’m seeing dollar signs.
Fly fly fly!
But I’m not a pilot.
This plane’s going down,
and I can’t wait to show you the ground.”
Lies! Lies! Lies! Lies! Lies!
Lies! Lies! Lies! Lies! Lies!
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7. |
Your Island
03:19
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Verse 1
So good at playin’ the game,
I’ll talk my way to fame.
It doesn’t matter what I’ve got to say.
Fast (as) the eye can see,
The focus back on me.
T-minus 30 ‘til I’m dropping names.
Chorus
Thieving, lying, you’re disgusting me.
Feeding ego, it’s always hungry.
Burning bridges that you’re gonna need.
Alone on your island, (just) selling your salt to the sea.
Verse 2
Just ask the places you’ve been.
A lonely road of sin.
You’re not afraid to steal the light and time.
Collecting so many “friends”,
you’ll never see again.
You’re only helping them to learn the sin.
Chorus
Thieving, lying, you’re disgusting me.
Feeding ego, it’s always hungry.
Burning bridges that you’re gonna need.
Alone on your island, (just) selling your salt to the sea.
Bridge
“All this Salt and Sand. Gonna get it with my sleight of hand.”
“All this Salt and Sand. Gonna get it with my sleight of hand.”
Round
- “All this Salt and Sand. Gonna get it with my sleight of hand.”
“All I wanna do, is take it all from you.”
- “All this Salt and Sand. Gonna get it with my sleight of hand.”
“All I wanna do, is take it all from you.”
Chorus
Thieving, lying, you’re disgusting me.
Feeding ego, it’s always hungry.
Burning bridges that you’re gonna need.
Alone on your island, (just) selling your salt to the sea.
“All I wanna do is take it all from you!”
“All I wanna do is take it all from you!”
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8. |
Automatic Static
03:49
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Verse 1
Don’t send your children down to them tents. x 3
They’re gonna show ‘em god and they’ll believe it.
Don’t send your momma down to her knees. x 3
She gets a folded flag and still believes it.
Oh momma, please.
Chorus
Hey! Head’s on “Automatic”.
Hey! (You) Sit and watch the static.
Hey! Such a fucking addict.
Never call yourself a whore.
Hey! I’m just fine without it.
Hey! Every channel static.
Hey! Break your nasty habit,
Burry your remote control.
Verse 2
Don’t raise your babies up in a screen. x 3
They’re gonna feed ‘em lies, they’ll fucking eat it.
Don’t dress your baby up like a queen. x 3
“You better watch that weight!”, and she’ll believe it.
Chorus
Hey! Head’s on “Automatic”.
Hey! (You) Sit and watch the static.
Hey! Such a fucking addict.
Never call yourself a whore.
Hey! I’m just fine without it.
Hey! Every channel static.
Hey! Break your nasty habit,
Burry your remote control.
Chorus
Hey! Head’s on “Automatic”.
Hey! (You) Sit and watch the static.
Hey! Such a fucking addict.
Never call yourself a whore.
Hey! I’m just fine without it.
Hey! Every channel static.
Hey! Break your nasty habit,
Burry your remote control.
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9. |
Politician
03:39
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Verse 1
You know who you are.
Prey on weakened hearts.
Play your/you’re in with God.
Poll’s your altar-call.
Pre Chorus
Now bow your heads, and cast your vote!
Chorus
You keep on moving your mouth, but you ain’t sayin’ nothin’.
You fuckin’ politician, thumping bibles.
You keep on playing your part, but you ain’t doin’ nothin’.
You fuckin’ politician, wasting my time.
Verse 2
Spending hard earned tithe.
Making up what’s right.
Squander every dime.
Legislating Christ.
Pre Chorus
Now bow your heads, and cast your vote!
Chorus
You keep on moving your mouth, but you ain’t sayin’ nothin’.
You fuckin’ politician, thumping bibles.
You keep on playing your part, but you ain’t doin’ nothin’.
You fuckin’ politician, wasting my time.
You keep on moving your mouth, but you ain’t sayin’ nothin’.
You fuckin’ politician, thumping bibles.
You keep on playing your part, but you ain’t doin’ nothin’.
You fuckin’ politician, wasting my time.
Bridge
Say something.
You ain’t sayin’ anything.
Do nothing.
You ain’t doin’ anything.
Say nothin’.
You ain’t sayin’ anything.
Do something.
You ain’t doin’ anything.
Pre Chorus
Now bow your heads.
(Now bow your heads.)
Now prove your faith.
(Now bow your heads.)
Now pass the plate.
(Now bow your heads.)
Now vote for me!
Chorus
You keep on moving your mouth, but you ain’t sayin’ nothin’.
You fuckin’ politician, thumping bibles.
You keep on playing your part, but you ain’t doin’ nothin’.
You fuckin’ politician, wasting my time.
You keep on moving your mouth, but you ain’t sayin’ nothin’.
You fuckin’ politician, thumping bibles.
You keep on playing your part, but you ain’t doin’ nothin’.
You fuckin’ politician, wasting my time.
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10. |
The Way We Burn
04:06
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Verse 1
I’m a fool its true,
(I) chase every little moment with you.
I know all the games,
just forgot how it feels to play.
We’re like fireworks,
getting higher till the flashes burst.
I don’t want to know
If you’re planning on telling me there’s more to show.
Chorus
oooh,
the way we burn,
you like to make it hurt.
When is it my turn?
oooh,
I want to be your fool,
The hell with an excuse.
Locked inside your room.
Verse 2
I know you want to fight,
I’m gonna let the first one slide.
If you’re gonna bite,
tell me, does my bleeding heart tastes right?
Chorus
oooh,
the way we burn,
you like to make it hurt.
When is it my turn?
oooh,
I want to be your fool,
The hell with an excuse.
Locked inside your room.
Bridge
Turning and twisting
like a merry go round.
Houses of mirrors
and carnival sounds.
Chorus
oooh,
the way we burn,
you like to make it hurt.
When is it my turn?
oooh,
I want to be your fool,
The hell with an excuse.
Locked inside your room.
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