1. |
Crown
05:13
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You've taken my crown, but you left my hands
A crushing soundwave on the sand
On the mound where my high horse stands
Pushed me down on my own land
You've taken my crown, but you left my hands
But you left hands
Rightly thrown violently
From the throne and now I see
How this fits with all of your plans
But I'll be fine, because you left my hands
Because you left my hands
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2. |
Calling
06:04
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Does anybody know where this river flows
Does anybody know who'll tell me
Of how we ended up wallowing in mud
Does anybody know who'll break it gently
I can't recall much of it at all
No memory of thieves deceiving
The ignorance in this is far removed from bliss
Is there any point to all of this
Does anybody hear me
Can't you hear me calling, out into nothing
Can't you hear me calling, out into the void
Can't you see me standing, with arms waving wildly
Slightly going crazy
Does anybody know where this blood flows
Does anybody know the answers
Of how we ended up swallowing this blood
Does anybody know who'll drink it with me
I can't recall much of it all
No memories of thieves deceiving
The ignorance in this is far removed from bliss
Is there any point to all of this
Does anybody hear me
Can't you hear me calling, out into nothing
Can't you hear me calling, out into the void
Can't you se me standing, with arms waving wildly
Slightly going crazy
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3. |
Petty Larceny
04:52
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I saw your mom and sister running around town
It seemed a daily dose of adrenaline drowns
If ever choking chickens charity frowns
Then I'm sorry that your sister's running 'round town
This terror twilight told me a ton of it's gone
This light that's shining now is barely on
One violet vision voicing lady Avon
Her door to door has sand your mother a song
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I saw it
I saw your mom and sister running around town
It seemed a daily dose of adrenaline drowns
And if ever choking chickens charity frowns
Then I'm sorry that your sister's running 'round town
I'm sorry your that your sister's running 'round town
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4. |
Lesson
04:46
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In a way, you put the candle out
In a sense, revenge was handed out
At a time when all their heads were turned
Less and less there'll be a lesson learned
Isn't it relieving giving up
Tossing cares with your hands up
Never time to think of someone else
Only time to care about yourself
Why can't you find a way
Find a way to stay
There's a flickering of how it was
Little memories before the the fuzz
It's enough to take your breath away
Makes you wonder you wouldn't stay
Why can't you find a way
Find a way to stay
Tides will turn the sea of regret
Soon you'll come around I will bet
At a time when all their heads will turn
More or less there'll be a lesson learned
I hope you find a way
Find a way to stay
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5. |
Fuck You David Usher
05:35
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One charity show night
A dollar ticket price
Your entourage and you
Wanted to play pool
But looked a fool
You wanted in this place
To pay using your face
Too good to help feed
Those who are in need
So please just leave
Who do you think you are
Some 90's Can-rock star
It's time the truth be told
Who do you think you are
Some 90's Can-rock star
You are silver, but we are gold
Another night in town
A band was getting down
Fans moved to the noise
Clothes were damp and moist
Oh, so Moist
You tried to steal the stage
The drummer was enraged
He said there is no way
You'd get up to play
So go away
Go away
Who do you think you are
Some 90's Can-rock star
It's time the truth be told
Who do you think you are
Some 90's Can-rock star
You are silver, but we are gold
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6. |
Dirty Boy
05:06
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In a dirty town, in a simpler time of mind
With a lesser weight bearing down on boney shoulders of mine
Lived a dirty boy and some others of his kind
Imitating noise with a sparkle in their eye
Oh why
This seems familiar
This could be deja-vu
This could be days I knew
In another town, in another time and place
Is the dirty boy, vim and vigour of his face seems erased
Trying to find a line he can follow to hear
Counting days to go, hounding whispers in his ear
Making sense of them
Taking time interpreting them
Now this dirty boy and some others of his kind
Instigating noise with a sparkle in their eye
That's nice
This feels familiar
This could be deja-vu
This feels like days I knew
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7. |
Closing In
06:47
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I'll see you at the curtain call
Quietly up against a wall
Trying my best to wait it out
Trying my best to come around
Somehow I found the nerve today
But all of the comfort goes away
All of the comfort goes away
I feel the swarm is closing in
I feel the sting is going to win
Maybe the hive is in my head
But I feel the swarm is closing in
I feel the swarm is closing in
I feel it closing in
Closing in
Somebody else is on the stage
Somebody else should act their age
Somehow his face begins a grin
As he feels the comfort closing in
He feels the comfort closing in
He feels it closing in
Closing in
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8. |
Worked Up
04:22
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I can not tell you how nervous I've been
Of all scenarios in my head I've seen
I might be toiling and recoiling in fear
Got myself worked up over things that I hear
I'm running 'round
I'm running 'round
Got myself down
From running 'round
I might be lost
And never found
I can't begin to think of how will go
With systems shutting down and ending the show
Maybe it's growing onward and out
Maybe it's nothing here but I have my doubts
Maybe I'm paranoid and out of touch
With my emotions
Am I singing too much
I'm running 'round
I'm running 'round
Got myself down
From running 'round
I might be lost
And never found
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