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Talkin'
03:12
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You let your body down
You let nobody in
You fell in love with no
The plot is thickening
You'll wear your body out
You'll wear your body thin
You're muffled mental state
Decline is quickening
Check it out now
Reel it in
Do tell
Begin
Dying to know(check it out now)
Sure you wont(reel it in)
Under your skin(do tell)
(Begin)
For the better, but nothing measures up
Under pressure, my mind is blowing up
You've been talkin' to yourself at night when I'm gone
Talk and talk until the morning light where you long
Keep on counting all the thoughts that might keep you strong
Wonder whether, if this isn't how it looks
Pretend trender, was it worth the time it took?
(If only you knew)
I can do better than this
Find the 1 that sticks
But I will never admit, so can we slow this down
You've been talkin' to yourself at night when I'm gone
Talk and talk until the morning light where you long
Keep on counting all the thoughts that might keep you strong
You need to know what is wrong
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Self Aware
04:42
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I am self aware but I'm not sure what side to share
Buy myself a care to give then hide the side i bare
Pry my broken person into pieces, what does that leave us?
Broken and numb, to our cores
In time we come undone more
Wrapped in a melody
Projected treachery
It's in your sights
The answers flutter by
The dancing butterfly
Well it's crushed to dust, so treacherous
And I am losing sleep over this
And your retribution is far overdue
And knowing myself well enough
To cut off blindness
Knowing you through knowing me
Untrue as it seems
You will find one of us
Just like a dream you will find
The precipice oppressing this
Lone cold heart
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Jazz Tingaling
03:48
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Why'd you always think you're on your own?
Your so sympathetic, but you've somehow made it your own
Lying only digs a bigger hole
Misread, drop dead, everybody knows...reap what you sow
Keep calm on the back of the streets, you know
Listen close for the movement of feet, your own
Steer clear of the places you don't know
Footsteps to the beat are a ghost note
Feeling luck? well luck is the key
Getting wise? 'whys' in disguise as wise
Why'd you always think you're on your own?
Paranoid to the point you're by yourself
Ooooohs (several, and of varying length and melody)
Why'd you always think you're on your own?
Paranoid to the point you're by yourself
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