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Parody
02:51
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so much in the making but so little time to spend
i waste most of the daytime feeling sorry for myself
behind a screen, half asleep, waiting for a sign
hours turn into days and the weeks pass by
my heart keeps bounding, it's the coffee that i'm drinking
i'm way more controlled than i like to be thinking
just like you or the ones on the other side
hours turn into days and the weeks pass by
weeks turn into month and the years they fly
it's a parody of my original intentions i planned to be wide awake
and now here i am time runs through my fingers like sand
trying to find something else to blame
got to stop pretending 'cause it's tearing me apart
once you get it out it's no as hard
as you imagined it to be lying awake at night
hours turn into days and the weeks pass by
weeks turn into months and the years they fly
it's a parody of my original intentions i planned to be wide awake
and now here i am time runs through my fingers like sand
trying to find something else to blame
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Secrets
02:30
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i talk way too much so you know way too much about me
like an open book with my head in the clouds and my heart on my sleeve
everything i try to hide, you can read in my face
if i'm angry or sad, happy or feeling out of place
but what's the use in keeping secrets
if you want it, you can keep it
i don't need it, i don't need it
i can hear myself saying things that i probably shouldn't have said
but i won't take them back
and i know you've got trouble with letting yourself fall
i'm telling you there's beauty in letting go
i talk way too much ‘cause there’s always something to talk about
there’s always something that can be twisted and talked to death
i’m happy to share my opinion
asked for or not it makes no difference
but what's the use in keeping secrets
if you want it, you can keep it
i don't need it, i don't need it
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Ward Round
01:58
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by now they should be done with all these tests
checked your blood, checked your temperature and the heartbeat in your chest
the results, they’re not coming, oh, they’re not coming yet
they tell you to have a little more patience
is it a good sign or a bad sign that you don’t call?
i know in hospitals it can be hard to find a phone
you’re probably waiting for the ward round to come through
but they take their time
oh i hope you’re getting out tonight
so you’ve got to sit tight for a little longer
i know it’s easy to say ‘cause you got nowhere to go
we agree that when this is all over
we’re gonna laugh about how scared we have been
is it a good sign or a bad sign that you don’t call?
i know in hospitals it can be hard to find a phone
you’re probably waiting for the ward round to come through
but they take their time
oh i hope you’re getting out tonight
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Dirty Hands
01:43
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my dirty hands, my dirty hands, my dirty hands
they can’t wash this shit away
my empty words, my empty words, my empty words
they won’t change a thing
i’ve been meaning to say this for quite a while now
i never meant to bring you down
if you’ve got the impression, you’ve got me all wrong
oh i can’t blame you, ‘cause i’ve been bitchin’ all year long
my dirty hands, my dirty hands, my dirty hands
they won’t wash this shit away
my empty words, my empty words, my empty words
they won’t cange a thing
i’ve been trying to plan out the coming year
put everything on a list
oh i’m afraid, it’s not as easy as that
i just don’t get it so i keep doin’ it all over again
my dirty hands, my dirty hands, my dirty hands
they won’t wash this shit away
my empty words, my empty words, my empty words
they won’t cange a thing
resolutions never work, i’ve come to understand
so i’m trying not to waste anymore time
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Light Sleeper
03:16
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i could go home and lay my head by the lavender
like you did the night before our dog died
and you said you couldn’t help it
it was the last thing you could do and it gave you peace and quiet
it was a surprise, ‘cause you’re a light sleeper
but that night you slept the whole damn through
there’s no use in wondering
maybe it’s been the right thing to do
you’ll always keep looking for a reason
you won’t stop ‘til you find a cure
and if you can’t find it in the garden
you will turn to the soil
you could lay low for a while where the sea meets those pines
along the rugged coastline
but you said you wouldn’t dare making plans anymore
you want to take each day as it comes
it’s a surprise ‘cause you’ve always been the type
that likes to have everything figured out
there’s no use in wondering why
it’s whatever get’s you through the night
you’ll always keep looking for a reason
you won’t stop ‘til you find a cure
and if you can’t find it in the garden
you will turn to the soil
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The Postman
01:57
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the postman, he wrote “good luck” on a notification card
oh i got so drunk that i could barely stand
and you shed a few tears the morning after
you get so emotional with a lack of sleep
and i was hoping that in the meantime
you would be fine again
while i was busy clearing my head
cleaning up this beautiful mess
of a dirty dancefloor, forgotten shoes
empty bottles of beer and liquor
i don’t remember much but i remember this
you were by far the preetiest
my best man took his job way too seriously
he made a plan to clear the house
of all the dirty drunks still left inside
he’s a mess if i doesn’t sleep for eight hours
and i was hoping that in the meantime
you’d be getting along again
while i was busy clearing my head
cleaning up this beautiful mess
of a dirty dancefloor, forgotten shoes
empty bottles of beer and liquor
i don’t remember much but i remember this
you were by far the preetiest
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Upside Down
02:08
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some things make more sense upside down
you whisper from your side of the table
i admit you have a point
our mind it seems to rearrange things
when we look at something straight
we tent to forget about the details
if we want this to take shape
we need to focus on the pieces
it’s time to say goodbye to a few uncertainties
i’m not yours, you’re not mine, together we will be
sometimes it’s best to go back to
where a conversation started
i lost you when i drifted off
you lost me when our eyes parted
if we start to be lukewarm
we’re bound to be less sensible
if we want to comprehend
we need to let each other in
it’s time to say goodbye to a few uncertainties
i’m not yours, you’re not mine, together we will be
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8. |
Weights
03:08
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i don’t want to rest when you’re gone so i stay up late
fantasizing about finally getting in shape
i just found a couple of weights, by the side of the street
all covered in rust, still good enough for me
the weights tried to stare me down i’m afraid they won
can’t seem to find a good place for them at all
so now i only move them around from side to side
whenever it’s time to clean up
it used to make me sad
the things that i don’t get done
it used to drive me mad
always on the run
all i ever do is complain even though i know
there’s no use in pointing the blame
and there’s no use in being ashamed and feeling low
it’s a waste of time it’s time for you to come home
it used to make me sad
the things that i don’t get done
it used to drive me mad
always on the run
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9. |
Phone Song
02:56
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when we’re on the phone, i talk way more than i listen
tend to cut of your words like i knew all the answers
while you just needed a shoulder to lay your head upon
while you needed me to tell your you’re right and not wrong
when we’re all alone, i keep thinking about tomorrow
we’re in the same room, i can see you but i can’t hear you
while you just needed a shoulder to lay your head upon
while you needed me to tell your you’re right and not wrong
but who am i to say? who am i to say?
from now on i’ll try to shut up and hear you out
i won’t say a word, just give you comfort in being around
like i want you to be around
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Vices
02:17
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i like to keep good track of my vices
so i can count out the steps of my decay
i like to ask myself questions that i can't answer
so i'm always bound to fail
i like to retrace every step till there's not a single meter left
no stone is left unturned and every bridge that was burned is build up again
oh no, no, no it won't work out this way
oh no, no, no it won't work out this way
it will fall into pieces or fall into place
i've got to learn this one lesson
i can't be all things to everyone i know
the more i try and the more i keep bending
the less i'll be for me and you
i like to repay every dept till there's no outstanding due left
no words are left unsaid and every resentment is resolves without promises
oh no, no, no it won't work out this way
oh no, no, no it won't work out this way
it will fall into pieces or fall into place
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11. |
Green Curtain
03:57
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our eyes lock, your belly shines
i’m in the men’s section trying on a ridiculous shirt
you start to smile, ‘cause we both know
once i’m in here i can’t be left alone
so i turn around and i put it back
we need the money to buy better things than that
so i turn around and i put it back
we need the money to buy better things than that
you see me in the morning and you see me at night
and you know quite well about these habits of mine
while some of them are easy to make do
it’s the others i put you through
i’m in shock, out baby cries
we’re in the labor room and you’re asking me
to scratch your nose, your hands are tide
the anesthetics won’t wear off for a while
as i look up, green curtain falls
and it feels like i’ve known you all along
you’ll see me in the morning and you’ll see me at night
and you’ll know quite well about these habits of mine
while some of them are easy to make do
it’s the others i’ll put you through
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