1. |
Not Exactly
03:18
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Not exactly a love story -
Think I'm headed to a party
I was thinking could you meet me
… You were gonna try to study?
Well, that’s noble, but it’s Friday
I sell you with what I don’t say
"Bless your drunk friends!" says your roommate
"You can study while you pregame."
Wear a clean shirt, dirty blue jeans
and Luccheses, not my Nikes
While I’m waiting, buy a 40
Don’t trust Fasten, get a taxi
As is custom, I arrive late
Scan the room for signs of my date
Check my phone and read the text saying
You went downtown for her birthday.
So I call you from the balcony.
Get your voicemail - Dead phone battery.
I drink too much; you're home early.
Not exactly a love story.
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2. |
Oh No.
03:55
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3. |
Slump
03:41
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4. |
Long Gone
03:14
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5. |
Faster
02:34
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I cut a line through the dance floor
I think I need to be alone for a while
If I smoked then I'd have an excuse
But for now I'm avoiding the eyes
Follow the thought as it flows through my body
I feel it burn in my throat
The world keeps moving, it's making me dizzy
Don't know where I am or where I want to go
But when I stop
Things move faster
My body is locked in a rhythm
Spiraling outward and in on itself
I disappear into words with no meaning
Tuck them away and put them back on the shelf
I cut a line through the dance floor
I think I need to be alone for a while
It's too late and too loud and too crowded
I've got to keep moving tonight
But when I stop
Things move faster
Faster, faster, faster, faster
Faster, faster, faster, faster
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6. |
Blue Moon
03:20
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Haven't called in a while
Long enough for me to come close to my senses
Then you cut down my defenses
Been a year since you smiled in my direction
Now I'm wondering what I would even say to you
'Cause everything has changed
I'm waiting
I'm praying
I've been so good
But nothing's changing
Now you're here by my side
And I can't even find the words that I have practiced
How did I get so embarrassed?
Every line I ever wrote
Every truth I ever thought is good for nothing
So I guess I'll just keep talking to myself
I'm waiting
I'm praying
I've been so good
But nothing's changing
Did your heart yearn
When I kissed you?
Now my throat burns
I miss you
I can't stop my lips from trembling
Could I even tell the truth?
I still believe in second chances
Could we be the living proof?
I'm waiting
I'm praying
I've been so good
But nothing's changing
I'm waiting
I'm praying
I've been so good
Is something changing?
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7. |
I Know
05:24
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All this talking got me thinking what the time is
No one knows what you're talkin' bout anyway
All this drama got me feeling like a nihilist
No one knows what my song's about anyway
But I know, I know, I know
I know, I know
Turn my heart over
Take out the old tongue
This broken language
These idle rhymes sung
I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
Left to his own, put to death by his devices
A tree falls, but nobody hears it anyway
His face indicates a lyricist in crisis
But no one knows what I'm talkin' bout anyway
But you know, you know, you know
You know, you know
And I know, I know, I know
I know, I know
Turn my heart over
Take out the old tongue
This broken language
These idle rhymes sung
I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
Sing me a new song
One I can lean on
If I get the words wrong
I hope we can go on
At least we can hold on
I hope we can hold on
I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
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8. |
True Love
03:59
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I didn't know
You called me on the telephone
You want me to know who you are
Where you're at, what it's like
Coming home
Was harder than I've ever known
It started with some words I wrote
I locked it all away in a song
I hit the ground and I feel like a failure
Coming down and I don't feel better at all
I got nothing but I wish I could give her
True love, true love
I didn't know
I lost her but she told me so
I forgot it but the words she wrote
Came true and now I guess we're alone
I didn't know
You called me on the telephone
You want me to know who you are
But I don't really care anymore
I hit the ground and I feel like a failure
Coming down and I don't feel better at all
I got nothing but I wish I could give her
True love, true love
If we don't play no games, girl
Then what are we playing -
What are we playing for?
If love is not a game, girl
Then why are we losing -
And why am I losing you?
True love
True love
I hit the ground and I feel like a failure
Coming down and I don't feel better at all
I got nothing but I wish I could give her
True love, true love
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9. |
Back in Time
04:32
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I have been forgotten
I have been the only one
The cowboy kid from Dallas
Now my hand holds the smoking gun
And we can't go-
Back in time, back away
No, we can't go
Back in time, back away
No, we can't go
It might have been the weather
Shit, when did I last see the sun?
Well I can't quite remember
I might have done it just for fun
And I'm sorry
Back in time, back away
No, we can't go
Back in time, back away
No, we can't go
Old enough to know better
Young enough to make mistakes
Old enough to know better
Not quite old enough to care
And I'm sorry
Back in time, back away
No, we can't go
Back in time, back away
No, we can't go
No, we can't go
No, we can't go
No, we can't go
No, we can't go
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