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Games Girls Play
03:24
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I did it once It's automatic
I can't still see it through the static
Maybe if I'm led to see
Maybe I won't be me
It all starts from the ground
Flesh by the pound, they're selling me
You did it once without attraction
You do it all for the reaction
And without the slightest of clues
You do it 'til I'm forced to choose
It all starts from the ground
Flesh by the pound they're selling me
I say I know you better then I don't know who you are
I wish that I could sever my sky from all your stars
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Replicant/Bliss
04:57
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Replicant:
It's amazing I continue chasing
Out of sex and subjects and Im easily scarred
And maybe it wouldn't be so hard
If I was playing my hand and not your card
I can dish it do you think you can take it
I can touch it baby I dont think I can feel
I guess that is the appeal
I never meant to turn you on
I hadn't noticed that your mind had changed
Know what you say's not what you mean
The way you feel caught somewhere in between
Just frustration I can be real patient
Things my mood swings bring I tell you half is a lie
And I really never got to say goodbye
To the well of your touch that's running dry
Picture perfect do you think that it's worth it
I can say it but baby I don't know what it means
I guess that's part of the theme
Bliss:
It's the same old dying skin
That peels and burns again
My blistered fingers shake
On hands that forever ache
It's the same old disarray
Much like yesterday
It's May but it feels like March
My summers gone before it really starts
You know me, I get by
Gets worse the more I try
Always know you've never known
And getting worse at home
Know I'm forever me
Nine numbers on a family tree
It's the same old disarray
Much like yesterday
It's May but it feels like March
My summers gone before it really starts
You know me, I get by
Gets worse the more I try
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3. |
Oh, My Poor Head
02:52
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Will it happen when its rainy
Or on a sunny afternoon
I fall and crack my head
And thoughts spill out into the room
The colors run together
Its not a black and white cartoon
Then you start your dancing
I think you're dancing way too soon
Then I say to cover me and solve my day
Don't wake me up just let me sleep here where I lay
And In the morning check on me I might be dead
All because today I fell and cracked my head
You try and piece together
Whats become a goddamn mess
My head wont take to glue or tape
Its under too much stress
How much longer I hold out
Is anybody's guess
Shoulda helped a little more
And danced a little less
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4. |
Settle Down
03:51
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I cant explain just how
Yeah I need to hold it together
Blame on the lack of sleep
Blame it on the weather
Sometimes when I get bored
Pull my thoughts out and put em on the table
Talk about a real bad dream
The one I fall when I know that Im able
So settle down or get used to the crown
How can you see what's the best thing for me
I cant say that you should be here today
So settle down or get used to the crown
A shadow and echo's whats left so let go
I cant see what you wanted to be
My minds on holiday
Twenty years whats five when
Fuckin up chances
A bridge was burned today
With a match made of all
My romances
You know its getting late
And the mirrors just a picture of
My father
No use when giving up
I could by why would I bother
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We got a problem here
Yeah a few or two or three
With my blankets up
No one will bother me
Try hiding all the time
I have no place to stay
Dreams and memories
Are a place to play
So lift me up and shake me out
Filled with guilt and doubt
And I need something brand new to talk about
Im the kind of a guy
To make up my mistakes
Until the sweat pores down
And my legs begin to shake
Spots my mind slowly
To live in symmetry
I know that youll regret
Giving up on me
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6. |
Expo (Instrumental)
02:56
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Cufk, Tish, Sips
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Kevin Alban Baltimore, Maryland
I write and record music under my own name, or a "band" name depending on the project. I typically play everything you hear (poorly).
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