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| 2. |
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There was honor among the thieves,
The only truth I could believe. But, when the lies applied to me and mine They're better left unsaid. We could write the hit parade Outside The Masquerade. The headache comes in tidal waves, The spoils of the spoiled The spoils of the spoiled The lines of history Became the scenery. It's strictly an accessory, An image to uphold. But, it's all in fun and sin until someone calls it in. The cycle comes around again. But, I'm older now, and don't you know, I've figured out the antidote. It overwhelms, engulfed in smoke. It's all we can to cope. Goddamn these idle hands As hindsight can. Our hopes and plans Are unfulfilled. It's over, it's overwhelming. There's a proper place and time Though the bags under your eyes, They don't lie They don't lie They don't lie |
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| 3. |
| 3:14 |
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I'll trust as far as I can spit.
You can read deep into it. New York nightlife isn't shit without a storyboard. I don't think much impresses me like a drunk celebrity. You just fall down and fall asleep like the rest (of us). On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab. It's a stake out. There's hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking this to death. So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point. The drinks are better in this joint where everyone's a friend. Not that the nightlife isn't great and if I seem to be irate, I don't have tolerance for fakes:what's to say. On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab. It's a stake out. Your hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking this to death. Somewhere the novelty wore thin. Every city I was in there was an actor soaked in gin with an entourage. This is my home away from home, get a barstool of your own. I'll watch you sinking like a stone:what a sight. On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab. It's a stake out. Hanging on with bated breath, your just milking this for: Access, what little we possess. Any other pays the cover but it wouldn't be the same. Excess, destined to impress. You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame. |
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| 3:09 |
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Uncommon amount of the time at home
Hardly a word on the telephone Finally find the time to get to know you Mapping it out like a master plan Something to do with my idle hands Write you a letter addressed from California It's vivid and strong in my memory An absence that smacks of abandoning It led to the battle that ultimately destroyed us I'm nothing if I don't know your mistakes The pill is as bitter as I can take It twists like a blade when I leave for California La da la da da da da da da da da da da (repeat) I hope that you know this is killing me It's all in the name of the family We only can play the cards the dealer dealt us The end of the cycle is closing in With you I see new hope begin again There suddenly seems to be promise in California La da la da da da da da da da da da da (repeat) As heavy as all this is weighing me Believe in the words I am promising I'm still here for her The distance is only an obstacle Hardly a match for a miracle I'm finally ready to go to California |
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| 3:20 |
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Are you hanging on for hope?
The clock strikes past the hour. Is the pain enough to choke the life out? You may never get to sleep Your time is not your time tonight Her smile will make you weak and proud Do you ever miss her? Do you feel the cold wind whisper? Is there anything more deafening? Are you hanging on for hope? It's all you've got worth living for. Is it much too hard to cope the road out? There's a tension when we speak The income's overrated but it's worth it when we meet on common ground Do you ever miss her? Do you feel the cold wind whisper? Is there anything more deafening? Are you hanging on for hope? It's all you've got worth living for. Much too hard to cope when i'm gone? Do you ever miss her? Do you feel the cold wind whisper? Is there anything... Do you ever cower when the clock strikes every hour? Is there anything more deafening? Is there anything more deafening? |
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| 3:14 |
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An empty house will leave you fatherless.
The cycle is coming around like my mother did, but it's in her blood. Oh, my brother. You've gotten over it, gotten older yet. But it's only what our hearts will power. I think I might have found the smoking gun. My thoughts trail off for hours. I think the time has come to be the one. An empty house will leave you fatherless. The cycle is coming around like my mother did but it's in her blood. For the love of another, if the habit fits then you must admit. It's only what our hearts will power. I think I might have found the smoking gun. My thoughts trail off for hours. Maybe the time has come to be the one. |
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| 1:46 |
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The light I followed tonight is only as bright as the highway.
The sight, try as I might, I can't keep the weight from my eyes. We never will make load in if the Ephedrine don't kick in. |
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| 2:39 |
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Some might say it's over rated, staring at their shoes.
You're arrows don't have poison but they bruise. I can't make peace with you. All my heart is on these pages, open to abuse. I should try to be dishonest but I lose. It's never been for you. Angry eyes, there's poison in the ink. You've got so much time to think about it. Try to put your finger on it and figure out what's right for me and mine. Expletives and explanations fade bruise colored blue. A thicker skin develops on the wound. I won't change it for you. I'm just telling the truth. |
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| 3:53 |
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It's a clandestine arrangement that we never could get to stick.
Every night under the table with the sick and the fits. Never cast as the romantic lead but somehow on our feet. We're just waiting to be received and the whole scene sighs relief. Somehow everyone functions with a barely visible scar. Never know the length we'd go was so far, so far. Some nights I see the sun come up but don't remember where it went down. A realist whose time has come, it feels like I'm the only one. Obstacles to overcome, now I don't trust anyone. So, here's to all our vice and our secret double life. I'll sleep with one eye open and maybe you'll save my life. Another cool assed show under the table on the ground. Keep the floorshow up to sound and the light show up to specs. If we drown until we're exhausted it's what nobody expects. Nothing left to lose. Everything to prove. Nothing we can't do. Not anything for you. The words were written wrong. My life imitates your songs. On and on and on. Here's to all our vice and our secret double life. I'll sleep with one eye open, maybe you'll save my life. |
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| 11. |
| 3:25 |
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All my life I've been waiting.
It get's older, it's over me. I'd speak but it fails me. So the dike in the damn stops the leak. Maybe it's me and I'm venting. I find your speech otivating, watching life pass you by on the screen. Just flicker and fading with a plot like you wouldn't believe. Maybe I don't know the ending. Someone ruined my daydream. Aren't you spoiled enough as it is? Whatever you're saying won't bring anyone closer to this. I know you're sick. I wish you were healing, but you're worse for the wear. We keep tearing the seams we repaired. If we all had the call to fair then we wouldn't be standing here. |
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