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The Feeling's Mutual
04:40
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Make some lies
Throw them up and fill the sky
Its the way you conduct yourself that makes me see the signs
I heard you hate the way i'm eating off my plate
I would care but I'd run the risk of failing to relate
There nothing I should change
Oh well so what
The feeling's mutual
I hear fairy tales about you kicking at my bloody shins
You're just another nail that sticks out waiting to get hammered in
Parachutes and THC
Smash that life to smithereens
Im the 33rd but somehow you still find the words
Oh well so what
The feeling's mutual
I have got many words made for you
Matty smartened up while you pulled the plug
I am you
You are me
Oh well so what
The feeling's mutual
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2. |
Floating...
05:07
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My life's made of iron bars
My life's gunna go real far my bro
I'm a little stoned
I bid a farewell to you friend
A small goodbye to a bitter end to show I'm not coming home
Believe me man I am connected
On another plane of existence
Im floating up and out of here
Here's my advice, let's disappear
I'm a human and a God
You've no right to cut me off from pleasure joy or fantasy
My life is yours so how 'bout we
Seal the deal with a quick demand
Crack the ice with an upper hand
I'm built on strong morality, yeah come with me
Believe me man I am connected
On another plane of existence
Im floating up and out of here
Here's my advice, let's disappear
Disappear...
So you can choose me or lose me...
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3. |
TATBYLF
03:41
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It chills me to the bone
They're pulling out their phones
To try and get those numbers
They're cashing out their souls
They're always cashing out their souls
These aren't the boys you're looking for
It's not a night you can afford
Hell is just a block away
A conscience man's estate
They come so wild and free
But they leave without a trace
They leave without their names
These aren't the boys you're looking for
It's not a night you can afford
These aren't the boys you're looking for
It's not a night you can afford
Walking through the door
These aren't the boys you're looking for
These aren't the men you're looking for
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4. |
The American Standard
03:48
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Man you must really adore your American standard
When relaying answers to questions just render you angered
The point of your whole cause is flawed when I see your teeth and your glassy jaw
What I'm dreaming of is a knock that shatters all your chatter
If its the sun that makes you fall apart stay inside till its dark you bloody fool
If all it takes to break your beating heart is to go to the start and read the rules
Then I feel bad for you
You'd take your own life to obey this American standard
When tongues are your God and teeth are your cloak and dagger
Im so full of love
I am so tolerant
I'll give you all the help you need just know you started this
This has become war
You're pushing politics
You always knew that when i'm pushed that I will clench my fists
The point of your whole cause is gone when I see your spit catching the daylight
But tell me who is right
I don't think it matters
Sing it louder now
If its the sun that makes you fall apart stay inside till its dark you bloody fool
If all it takes to break your beating heart is to go to the start and read the rules...
If its the sun that makes you fall apart stay inside till its dark you bloody fool
If all it takes to break your beating heart is to go to the start and read the rules
So you can swallow every inch of it...
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5. |
My Friends
04:19
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Dear mom
Dear dad
In a bit of a bend lately
I cant pretend I've been making amends
Save me
Oh please sir look in me in the eyes sir
I've been getting by sure
I cannot afford these second chances
So send me money in a big brown bag
and watch me blow it while i'm losing my legs
I cant describe the feeling that I get
When i'm alone I feel at home that's just the way it is
My friends Matilda is a dancer
She dances like the ground was made just for her feet
She says that dancing is the answer
I wonder what its like to feel that free...
Lets pack our bags
Lets get out of this world
Just you and me
Collect and save, lets be bold and be brave
Lets get away
Oh so sweet look at how their eyes meet
Ideas come to me
I can feel my heart beat
I need you to...
So send me money in a big brown bag
and watch me blow it while i'm losing my legs
I cant describe the feeling that I get
When i'm alone I feel at home that's just the way it is
My friend Christopher is a cleric now
And he found God at seventeen
He feels as if he'll never go to hell
Well I wish I knew what it was like to feel that clean
And Im burning all my bridges
Surprised to know that I had some to begin with
and i'm just another witness to all the fantasies that all my friends will live in
The drugs don't make me feel it...
I can hear the angels singing...
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6. |
Through The Night
04:04
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If you're feeling cold Ill get you your socks
Put them right on and knock mine right off
You make me cry till I've gotta swim
and lately i'm drowning in a sea of tears you create for me
Falling in love with the spasms all night
Forming patterns, my obsessions kill me
Through the night I'll be dreaming of day
If you're feeling old I'll get you the youth
You like to hold so tightly on to
You love the ride when you fall back down
and lately i'm feeling the distance baby
Yeah you're killing me with distance baby
We could be in touch
Falling in love with the spasms all night
Forming patterns, my obsessions kill me
Through the night I'll be dreaming of...
Falling in love with the spasms all night
Forming patterns, my obsessions kill me
Through the night I'll be dreaming of...
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7. |
Your Friends
04:10
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My soul has been feeling lonely
Your friends are so beautiful
Turn all of the lights off on me
They glow like a miracle
Well it up and brush it off
Suffering's a form of love
I can’t be the only one
That don’t wanna live without your light
Notice me, honestly
I’m your friend, don’t pretend
You don’t know, who I am
Where’s the love, take a chance
I’m finding the only thing you
Have Been hiding for all these years
You took away all my dreams of
Any chance that I’d reappear
Or to see me the way you see them
I doubt you’d ever understand
Hanging off your arm again
Dragging through the day while I’m like
Notice me, honestly
I’m your friend, don’t pretend
I’m someone you don’t know
Where’s the chance, I asked for
Well Ive lived long enough to know
Rock and roll ain’t high cheek bones
And if you feel that way my friend
You can feel it till the end
I’m not about to stop and stare
I would never act that square
And It’s clear you never even cared so
Fuck your friends
I’m the man
All your love
Is Secondhand
I get high
On the fact
That your friends
Don’t love you back
So fuck your friends
And their trends
There’s no chance
That they'll dance
To your beat
Move your feet
Quickly now
Taste defeat
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8. |
Counting...
04:23
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I get really sad sometimes
I want to feel alive
When life begins to end I wanna hear my mother cry out
Wake up and get dressed for Sunday
Hard to polish shoes i've thrown away
Whatever the kids say, I know that I'll be fine
Im counting my money, Im saving every dime
What ever the kids say, I know that I'll be fine
Those kids don't know a thing
Don't know that I will be king
Im on a mission and you bet your ass its possible
You bet its fucking possible
Its probably just not possible
Whatever the kids say, I know that I'll be fine
Im counting my money, Im saving every dime
What ever the kids say, whatever they say...
Oh Sunday
Please come back home
Oh Sunday
Im counting down
Wake up
Get dressed...
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Niall Peterborough, Ontario
niall makes sad music
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