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Broken English
04:19
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Broken english, quaalude comma,
Valley of the dolls persona.
Sounds like pieces, floating slowly,
Slowly, slowly.
Down a path of treetops lonely,
A ring for each year’s ceremony.
We all hide our tender moments,
Real, real.
Starting to hit the ground,
No feet, no silence, no sound.
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go.
Starting to hit the ground,
No feet, no silence, no sound.
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go.
Can’t feel it, can’t feel it...
Ahhhhhhohhh!
Feeling real now.
Whisper slowly to the old me,
Lifting off wet grass, pastel green.
Facing the cool earth,
One side only.
Only, only.
Finally hit the ground,
No space, no colour, no sound.
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go.
Finally hit the ground,
No space, no colour, no sound.
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go.
Don’t need it, don’t need it...
Ahhhhhhhohhh!
I own my own, don’t feel alone.
I own my own, I’ve got control.
The best in show
The best in show
The best in show
The best in show
Starting to hit the ground,
No feet, no silence, no sound.
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go.
Finally hit the ground,
No space, no colour, no sound.
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go.
Finally hit the ground,
No space, no colour, no sound.
A fleet standing all around and ‘round we go.
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2. |
Feel Alright
03:41
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Try to find footing when you’re in the air,
Sleep with a ghost and you’re running scared of who? Of who?
Save up your money and your bad dreams,
Take ‘em on a holiday, on a one-way trip for two, with a view.
Scraping off the wall paint, fingers in the creases,
Kicking up the ashes, dusting off the phoenix.
Unassumed with you.
Chalk it up to fashion, blushing in the bleachers.
Mr. Satisfaction, hold me like you mean it.
And for the rest, it’s true.
Start at the bottom and you write your own,
Scaling up the walls of your penthouse home, to choose your views.
Sleep with the strangers 'til you find one,
That you can rely on,
Don't you wanna breathe in all the good, for good.
Don't need a reason, hearts are for feeling.
Top side, overnight.
Feels high, burning bright.
Don't need a reason, hearts are for feeling.
Lit spark, kiss the sky.
Do you feel alright?
Scraping off the wall paint, fingers in the creases,
Kicking up the ashes, dusting off the phoenix.
Unassumed with you.
Chalk it up to fashion, blushing in the bleachers.
Mr. Satisfaction, hold me like you mean it.
And fuck the rest, it’s true.
Don't need a reason, hearts are for feeling.
Top side, overnight.
Feels high, burning bright.
Don't need a reason, hearts are for feeling.
Lit spark, kiss the sky.
Do you feel alright?
Do you feel alright?
Do you feel alright?
Do you feel alright?
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3. |
Alone With You
04:06
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It’s like I never even knew you,
You were caught up long ago.
I caught a glimpse of the true you,
You said you weren’t the kind to take it slow.
And now I’m not the first to say it,
You’ve got the spine of a serpentine,
And now you’re never gonna face it,
The kind of guilt that you left behind.
When your feelings don’t feel like your own,
Holding on to something that fell through.
Oh baby, I can feel the chemicals,
But I can never be alone with you.
When your feelings don’t feel like your own,
Holding on to something that fell through.
Oh baby, I can feel the chemicals,
But I can never be alone with you.
You, you, you, you, you,
I can never be alone with you,
You, you, you, you.
Teeth cut from all your pretty jewelry,
So you can tell all your expensive lies,
A wasted youth on the simple things,
Your hungry eyes are like a thousand knives,
And now your face will betray it,
You’ve sunk your teeth for the last time.
And now I’m never gonna chase you,
‘Cause you’re the one that I left behind.
When your feelings don’t feel like your own,
Holding on to something that fell through.
Oh baby, I can feel the chemicals,
But I can never be alone with you.
When your feelings don’t feel like your own,
Holding on to something that fell through.
Oh baby, I can feel the chemicals.
A nervous heart beat, I can feel our eyes meet.
I want to run away, but here I stay.
Underneath our heart beat, I can feel our eyes meet.
We should run away, but here we stay.
When your feelings don’t feel like your own,
Holding on to something that fell through.
Oh baby, I can feel the chemicals,
But I can never be alone with you.
When your feelings don’t feel like your own,
Holding on to something that fell through.
Oh baby, I can feel the chemicals,
But I can never be alone with you.
You, you, you, you, you,
I can never be alone with you,
You, you, you, you.
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4. |
Razor Fine
03:45
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Hair, cut short, razor fine.
Cheeks, pulled tight, on a smile.
With a shallow depth and an empty set of lines,
There’s no talking to a black hole, I’m wasting my time.
And there’s no ship to save you,
You’re lost in yourself.
An arm cut through your high horse,
You almost pass for polite.
Bright eyes light up at night,
So caught up in your mind.
There’s an emptiness filled with fancy words and ice,
It’s a conversation filled with patience and lies.
And there’s no ship to save you,
You’re lost in yourself.
An arm cut through your high horse,
You almost pass for polite.
Drowning in your artificial, fucked up artist mind.
There’s no room for you here,
But you can listen.
Watch me move now, everything’s looking up.
Feelin’ kinda tired like it’s never enough.
Screaming out your name, make me work for your touch.
Screaming out your name, like it’s never enough.
(Woah) I’m so tired, (Woah) I’m so tired.
Screaming out your name, like it’s never enough.
(Woah) I’m so tired, (Woah) I’m so tired.
Screaming out your name, make me work for your touch.
I’ve got problems, you can’t solve them.
We’ve got issues, can’t win, won’t lose.
I’ve got problems, you can’t solve them.
We’ve got issues, can’t win, won’t lose.
Watch me move now, everything’s looking up.
Feelin’ kinda tired like it’s never enough.
Screaming out your name, make me work for your touch.
Screaming out your name, like it’s never enough.
(Woah) I’m so tired, (Woah) I’m so tired.
Screaming out your name, like it’s never enough.
(Woah) I’m so tired, (Woah) I’m so tired.
Screaming out your name, make me work for your touch.
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5. |
Easy Nothing
03:55
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Ooh you, you're my window light view, right through.
Easy, it's so easy to leave me.
To be alone.
Stay forever,
Oh you, were chained to a dream.
Ooh you, you're my last week's bad news, old fuse.
Drive like fire in the morning light,
Catch the sunrise as it comes to life.
Eyes so red that your face is white,
Road wraps up, turns the daylight bright.
Stay forever,
Oh you, were chained to a dream.
You're my easy nothing,
Nothing but a morning dream to me.
Cashmere conversations, so soft like pretty faces.
Hands on your temptation, full flush- without the aces.
Close the door cause it's coming soon,
Cheeks hurt from a smiling afternoon,
Tearing away from the thought of you,
Easy nothing gonna make it through,
Easy nothing gonna make it through.
Stay forever,
Oh you, were chained to a dream.
You're my easy nothing,
Nothing but a morning dream to me.
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