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2012 (Demo)
02:08
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2. |
Concrete (Demo)
03:17
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Out of the dust I fall further than ever before.
You choose to justify it and I choose to ignore.
My soul on a sleeve,
My life on a leash.
Oh no, I'm flying again
Never as high as I've been before.
My broken wings come to a grinding halt;
The stitching's all torn.
Where am I supposed to land?
Forty thousand feet;
Let go of my hand.
Your comfort is far away,
You're not gonna find it anywhere here,
The new age is dawning on me,
"Bottoms-up" for the rest of our years.
Oh no, we're crying again
About the seventeenth time this week.
I'll never find the cure to our pain,
It's beneath the concrete.
I hope and I pray
That the colour stays grey.
Your comfort is far away,
You're not gonna find it anywhere here,
The new age is dawning on me,
"Bottoms-up" for the rest of our years.
I don't know what I'll have to say
(Your comfort is far away),
When you tell me, I've taken it too far this time.
(You're not gonna find it anywhere here),
The train line is for another day,
This is not my home and my home is not mine.
I don't know what I'll have to say
(The new age is dawning on me),
When you tell me, I've taken it too far this time.
(Bottoms-up for the rest of our years).
The train line is for another day,
This is not my home and my home is not mine.
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3. |
Aztec Gold (Demo)
04:38
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Well, I think I've found my Aztec Gold,
With kings and queens I will not fold,
I want you and you alone to hold,
And forgive me if I'm being too bold.
Will I compare you to a winter's day?
You've pledged yourself to all suffering and pain,
I'd take you home but I must refrain,
You're the love of my life, I'm your cocaine.
They say "love is all you need",
But I need more time.
My world is a black leather belt,
Upon your waistline.
You've got all of your tricks,
And I've used up mine.
Your friends are all gonna search,
I'm sure that they'll find.
That you're my rival,
You're my rival.
I've got you wrapped around my fist,
If you're a battle, well, I won't enlist,
I think I see your silhouette in the mist,
I shot my shot but I fear that I've missed.
They say "love is all you need",
But I need more time.
My world is a black leather belt,
Upon your waistline.
We're cats with nine lives,
And I've used up mine.
Your friends are all gonna search,
I'm sure that they'll find.
That you're my rival,
You're my rival.
I think I've found my Aztec gold,
With kings and queens that have grown too old,
This card game has taken its toll,
And I think I'm ready to fold.
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4. |
Violet (Demo)
04:29
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The goodbyes and the skies of violet,
Then the summer night went dark and quiet,
She said “you gotta wake up”,
I said “you gotta look back”,
She said “we gotta break up”,
I said “babe, I don’t want that” but I,
Got all of your colour stuck in my head.
An affair in an abandoned play park,
The ghost of our children watched me from afar.
She said “you gotta wake up”,
I said “you gotta look back”,
She said “we gotta break up”,
I said “babe, I don’t want that” but I,
Didn’t really mean the things that I said.
And oh, I’m not in the mood for your sick jokes,
Give me a minute before I choke,
Underachievement is my goal.
The walk-homes underneath the storm sky,
Gotta make my way back home and tell my mother a lie.
She said “you gotta wake up”,
I said “you gotta look back”,
She said “we gotta break up”,
“Babe, I don’t want that”,
I got all of your colour stuck in my head.
And oh, I’m not in the mood for your sick jokes,
Give me a minute before I choke,
Underachievement is my goal.
Gotta wake up, gotta look back, gotta break up, you’re under attack.
Gotta wake up, gotta wake up, you gotta wake up.
Violent Violet.
The wake-ups in the mindless mornings,
The sun pierced through, colour light was dawning; violent Violet.
And oh, I’m not in the mood for your sick jokes,
Give me a minute before I choke,
Underachievement is my goal, it’s my goal, it’s my goal.
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5. |
Phoney Town (Demo)
03:24
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Well I took my shoes to a phoney town
And I saw your face on a lonely clown.
He had a fag in his mouth
And a frown on his lips.
I took a drag from it now,
And the sun, it eclipsed.
He faded into the dark,
I had a hole in my heart.
I wanted to just forget,
But your lipstick left a mark.
I took your hand,
Handed another drink.
You said "I'll take it babe, my mind is on the brink
Of an explosion"
You're an explosion.
My hand is frozen, hun,
But don't let go yet.
Don't you let go, yeah,
Don't you let go, yeah,
Don't you let go.
I handed you a red rose
And on one knee I proposed
That we go out on the town
And turn the frown upside down
Of the clown with the cigarette.
I took your hand and you said
"Don't you let go", yeah,
Don't you let go, yet.
My hand is frozen, hun,
But don't let go, yeah,
Don't you let go, yeah,
Don't you let go, yeah,
Don't you let go.
I let go of your sweet hand,
I hit the ground, took a bang.
I fell head over heels
But now I've sealed my deals.
Nothing's sacred with you now.
I'm devoted to a clown.
Don't you frown.
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