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The Beach
00:32
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You're a fucking hypocrite
YOU'RE A FUCKING HYPOCRITE
Thinking that I give a shit
YOU'RE A FUCKING HYPOCRITE
Throw your teachings out
Words will never phase me
YOU CAN NEVER CHANGE ME
Even if I'm angry
YOU CAN NEVER CHANGE ME
Speak but make no sound
Tie my hands up
TAPE OUR MOUTHS SHUT
Plug our ears up
SEW OUR MOUTHS UP
NOW
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He Doesn't Know
01:47
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You broke up, but the words were not enough to keep his criticizing comments off your back
Unsure of the compliments from others cause the negative opinions became facts
He doesn't know when you're alone
He doesn't know that all your insecurities are all his fault
Mixed up you should probably give up You need a triple mind eraser to the veins
You weren't very subtle. All the vomit was a physical expression of your shame.
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The Waves
02:17
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Yeah, I think you got what you wanted
Strange, I never wanted it back
Fake, because your feelings we're hidden
Lame, you're just a clown in a mask
I'll write a novel about pirates and the feelings that they lack
I'll make the point they're not on trial
See when I say that you're just sitting out the best years of your life
I'll try and say it with a smile
Guilt, you feel it fester inside you
Fear, it reinforces the guilt
Look, it isn't me who controls you
You, are more alive than you act
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Vile News
03:00
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I read some vile news
My fist, some sunken wound
How fast they turn on you
Words that you spoke too soon
Slowly Sean turns his head
To show off his new bruise
Another dollar spent on booze and drugs and Chinese tattoos
If he knew what it meant
To sell your soul for love
He wouldn't be so quick with deals
Mary is so content
She walks a rocky road
She's insecure
she's ignorant
Responsibility
doesn't mean much cause she
Will not get credit or her share
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Fingertips
02:41
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I'll never say that I was right
I'll never tell you I was right
I'll never look at you strait in the eye
And if you fail then I'd be right
I walk a line
I need some time
With trust you'll find
I walk a line
I got you wrapped around my fingertips
And if I asked you, you would just submit
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Dead to Me
02:17
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my arms are tired and sore I'll complain I'll complain aloud some more
My throat won't swallow it down
I'd be insane to ignore the gruesome sound of your voice as you whisper in my ear
You look surprised I'm still here I'm not scared I'm not scared you're insincere
I took a swim in the lake of your brain in 1988
Sell your clothes you're dying dying give away your things you think im lying dying for attention where's the fire in your heart it's barely smoldering
You are dead to me you are dead to me take the money cash the check you are dead to me
Things are shady they're bad when you can't comprehend the night you've had And I'll just lay here alone
I think I'll make the Smiths my new ring tone
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Sell Your God
02:33
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I won't be a party to
this awful class warfare solitude
this self righteous self serving attitude
that poisons the veins of the faithful
cause I can't be swayed by the moral majority
and i won't be ashamed of my choices.
I won't be the quiet kid
who listens and does without questioning
who hates because stories were told to him
a biased opinion, a statement
and i won't be a part
of a hateful society
that regulates love
with a permit
the politics delude the dream
Buy and sell your god
Do you feel proud about it
I won't wear your cross
My gods not your god
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Take A Drink
01:24
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I take a moment just to breath
The smell of fire cuts the air
Mixing past and present tenses
Keeping track of circumstances
Navigating deadly trenches
Waiting game; alone I'll mention
Constantly checking the pressure
Making moves too small to measure
See me hide behind your back
A calming voice a heart attack
My minds races to conclusions none of them are true
I wait alone out by the car
I hear a whisper from the door
Slowly I'll ender the panic
Parking lot is the Atlantic
Breathing faster I'm the bandit
Take a breath and see the sky shift
Shut the door and fake a smile
Choking down my stomach bile
Shadow and a doubt of safety
Second guess the things around me
Lately I've been feeling weird I wanna be alone
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