1. |
Stay All Night
03:08
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shout it out
no one hears
my city head
is filled with fear
can't go home
with walls so tight
need a fix of you tonight
falling through
shut my eyes
when all that's left
is neon lights
psychic smoke
to soak up lungs
the present's fucked
our future's dumb
are you listening to me?
are you listening to me?
keep it up
don't slow down
excess obsessed
yet nothing's found
on narrowed streets
we try to recreate
a youthful lust
our bodies ache
shake your past
I do the same
forget the mess
we left today
lose ourselves
in the crowed
and pray we're swallowed
up in sound
are you listening to me?
are you listening to me?
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2. |
Unwound
03:58
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it's the end
of the world
as we know it
You: It's fine
in your head
Me: babe, blow it
and I don't wanna weigh you down
SSRI's keep me unwound
and shameful dread attacks
it's coming back, it' s coming on
but overheard's the same old song
and getting off takes way too long
taper off and now
it's coming back I'm coming on
at the end, all the world
comes unglued
any proof otherwise,
please babe, show it
and I don't wanna weigh you down
SSRI's keep me unwound
and shameful dread attacks
it's coming back, it' s coming on
but overheard's the same old song
and getting off takes way too long
taper off and now
it's coming back I'm coming on
at the edge
of the world
I love you
call me up
though I'm wrecked
and you know it
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3. |
Mine Even Then
03:30
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I can tell you're mad at me
by the back of your head
told a joke an hour ago
from the end of the bed
fifth time I'm telling you
could you remind me again?
we left the house without a word
so you held my hand
you talk in your sleep
it doesn't make sense
you're mine even then,
mine even then
Sunday, a week away
can't wait to be home
six beers & cigarettes
hope you're not alone
you can tell I'm laughing
by the back of my head
too tired to laugh with me
close your eyes instead
you talk in your sleep
it doesn't make sense
you're mine even then,
mine even then
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4. |
Sports Bar Classic
02:24
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If I could hold together
would this all be good somehow
depending on the weather
this could all come crashing down
see it on their faces
crippled eyes and dead-end dreams
no matter what the place is
I'll be sure to find the means
'cuz you'll be at my side
when hounds bang down the door
make or break our climb
one last cheers before the fall
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Bronx Cheer New York, New York
swallowed up in sound
Michelle (bass)
Steve Glauber (drums)
Rich Weiss (guitar)
everybody sings.
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