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Wake
02:38
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Sunburnt eyes filled with slumber
Caffeine runs through my knees
Saving me from troubled times
When your nicotine won't come to me
I sleep too much in the daylight
Ignoring all the signs you wish I'd keep in mind
I dream too much in the moonlight
Making better times with my crooked mind
I feel you trying to wake me
I'm too deep now you can't reach now
I feel you trying to leave me
Won't you wait for me to calm down
I sleep too much in the daylight
Ignoring all the signs you wish I'd keep in mind
I dream too much in the moonlight
Making better times with my crooked mind
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2. |
Invited
03:33
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Could you be my part time
When I get home
You said, "Could you be mine?"
You could kiss me goodbye
Then you're on your own
You said, "Could you give me your coded messages so I can show you my imperfections?"
But I'll give you my words of sin
Take them lightly and forget
Or I'll watch you fall
Hands are tied down by my praying words
I can give you my coded messages but don't you take them as invitations
I'll give you my words of sin
Don't you tell me what they meant
Or I'll watch you fall
Hands are tired of your heavy heart
I could be yours one time
You don't have to know
And you could kiss me just one time
And then you're on your own
I'll give you my words of sin
Don't you tell me what they meant
Or I'll watch you fall
Hands are tired of your heavy heart
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3. |
Bone Broken
03:03
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I can't find my spine
Is it in the ground or in the vines
I can't seem to fight
When thunder roars or lightening strikes
I'm the master of deception
Wearing masks to their liking
On the search for all my pieces
And following the footprints that aren't mine
Don't trust my words for
I have taken yours to hide behind
I've lost my time within
All the lies I hide behind
Can't you tell that I
I have lost my, I have lost my
Self at home
Here in the cold room I call
Home
I can't find my spine
You broke it when you left that night
I can't seem to fight
When thunder roars or lightening strikes
I'm the master of deception
Wearing masks to their liking
On the search for all my pieces
And following the footprints that aren't mine
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