1. |
This Life
03:11
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What If You
Heard the birds sing
And could understand their words
And they sung a song
In coded language
Of everything you knew
What if when
You heard a bird sing
And understand its words
It sung a song
In a different language
Of a different life
Small chance were getting through this now
Without some scars to mark it
We can't live without loosing something
We can't love without loosing someone
And we can't breathe without taking a breath
And it's something I'm just learning
How to think of myself
Without the fear of losing
So all I want in this world
Is to have a place inside me
Built around the things that warm me
Beautiful and free
Small chance were getting through this now
Without some scars to mark it
We can't live without loosing something
We can't love without loosing someone
I've learned its never up or down
Its neither black or white
It's a matter of seeing yourself
And what is right for you
And all I want in my mind
Is the memories of a life
Of when it all comes together
Of when its showing it's hand
I want that life
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2. |
Inside
02:02
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Theres something about being saved
That lets a person be their worst
Abdicates all responsibility
You could be the one to tell me
It aint all shit today
Or I could learn it myself
I cant be the one to tell you
When its too much for you to bear
And you can't give me
The thing i'm missing
I think we both need to look inside
Inside
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3. |
Intermission (alpha)
02:10
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4. |
On The Floor
02:21
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Yeah
No
Theres what I am and
Theres what I was and
Each day I get to
Make a choice between
What is young and
What is old and
Everything I keep inside
I can't be any more honest with you girl
Its already on the floor
On the floor
On the floor
We're bending backwards
To make things work
And it only leaves you broken
Making things OK with a terrorist
Just prolongs their reign
I can't be any more honest with you girl
Its already on the floor
On the floor
Its on the floor
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5. |
Turn
01:46
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Some days are harder than others
Some days are impossible
But I feel the rhythm and turn it around
When I get down on myself
I feel the rhythm and turn it around
Some days are impossible
But I feel the rhythm and turn it around
When I get down on myself
I feel the rhythm and turn it around
Some days are impossible
But I feel the rhythm and turn it around
When I get down on myself
I feel the rhythm and turn it around
Some days are impossible
But I feel the rhythm and turn it around
Ain't nothing gonna last forever
So I feel the rhythm and turn it around
Ain't nothing guaranteed
So I feel the rhythm and turn it around
Some days are impossible
But I feel the rhythm and turn it around
When I get down on myself
I feel the rhythm and turn it around
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6. |
Intermission (zebra)
03:39
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7. |
Separate Ways
02:32
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When I see you
Doing your thing
I try to be
Ok
Now we're going
Our separate ways
But still there's some pain
Broken promises (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
The times i bit my tongue (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
So many unsaid feelings (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
I keep it to myself
There aint no good
In spreading my hurt
Any more than
Spreading dead love
There's no place for it anymore
Between us
You probably feel the same too
Thinking of our lives together (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
The time you asked me to marry (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
The family we'd have together (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
Now just something that we felt
And this aint the whole truth
I mean it kinda is
I mean it isn't all one way or the other
Dead love is conflicted
Dead love is conflicted: Its losing longing, and depressing
The death of hope for me and you
So when you see me (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
Know it aint so simple (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
Girl, I've got some hurt (Woah, oh, oh, oh)
But still i got some love for you
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8. |
A Quantum Weight
02:13
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IF I had a gun aimed at the word you know I think I'd pull the
But I don't have a gun, I don't have a gun
If I had a word aimed at your heart you know I think i'd send it
But its words
just words
Its death until death
Rooted in death culture
Abusiveness cloaked in self-destruction
The myth of love as all eternal
And sacrifice being a thing made noble
But what it means is misery
And relationships graded on sacrifice
And love graded on sacrifice
And anything less than is full betrayal
She's his ride or die
More like his bride till death
And death comes knocking sooner in this culture
When love is equated with something owed
And an ultimatum of if this then that
When all it means was a moment shared
Not a promise to be fulfilled in a postal scenario
Mass shooter scenario
Because someone got their heart broken
Love isn't meausured by what you give to another
It is what you share
It is what is reciprocated
Not some sacrifice you make at then end of your rope
For some asshole that can't handle their own shit
Try this scenario
Take out the threats
Take out the death threats
Take out the self-sacrifice
You are not Jesus
There is no one to save here
These things are supposed to be reciprocal
Not some kind of thing you give to someone else
At the expense of your own self worth
Would she stay if she wasn't under threat
Of you self-harming
Of you self-hurting
Of you trying to turn everything into some problem
That she has put on you
If not I think its time to think about your actions
And what it means to love
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