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Mr. Balloon Hands
04:55
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You said you'd come down from your cloud
But you were too strong and too proud
Selling your sorrow on discount
Selling the memories that you found
Please god help me find a way
To care about anything she has to say
And I know in my bones that there will come a time where I can just pretend
But I can't wait till then
You said that you'd die to stay with me
But I can't love you from DC
Sneak past the outside and you'll see
There is no plan, there never will be
Please god help me find a way
To care about anything she has to say
And I know in my bones that there will come a time where I can just pretend
But I can't wait till then
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2. |
Get Real
03:51
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Come down and see me
It's been more than 10 weeks
You prayed to your deities
That I wont be coming back
I can tell that your mad
You still can't hear me
The riddles that I speak
Chase me down I-street
We're taking this city back
To cigarette ash
I'll show you what I mean now
The taste of the when and how
You dragged all my demons out
And wrestled them to the ground
Old shoes on tired feet
Your black vans are ripping
Fake holes in your tee
Your style is gripping now
So original
You can't understand me
The language that I speak
Chase me down I-street
We're taking this city back
From cigarette ash
I'll show you what I mean now
The taste of the when and how
You dragged all my demons out
And wrestled them to the ground
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3. |
Lighthouses Rule
04:30
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I slept through everything this past week
I'd rather be there not feeling phony
Or out being stupid at night on cook's beach
Than seeing some kids who barely know me
When I was sleeping I had this weird dream
That you told me that you were dying
I lost all my breath and you stared at my me
The only thing I could say was sorry
The straps on my seat are broken and I can't believe i'm still hangin on
I spit it out every time but I still taste it on my tongue
I can't admit when I'm wrong
I drifted through everything this past week
Floated around observing blankly
I stared at the wall it stared back at me
So I took a nap to feel less crazy
When I was sleeping I had this weird dream
Then I woke up and you were dying
I lost all my breath and you smiled at me
The only thing I could say was sorry
The gears in my head stopped turning and I can't believe I'm still hanging on
I spit it out every time but I still taste it on my tongue
I can't admit when I'm wrong
I'll just pretend your sleeping
I'll just pretend I'm dreaming
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You've been stealin all the air from the room
I've been squirming just to fill my lungs
We'll see if maybe I could get a chance to
To find out where my where my devils come from
I'm still afraid of what you've made me
So I'm just trying to change who I am
And I'm still afraid of who you've made me
Now I'm just trying to change what I am
I can see it I can see the pattern
You find a new place a new place to call home
Lonely streets they leave you feeling shattered
Make you forget forget where you came from
I'm still afraid of what you've made me
So I'm just trying to change who I am
And I'm still afraid of who you've made me
Now I'm just trying to change what I am
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