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Alé
03:37
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This isn't even important,
Just get a kick out of feeling sad;
You're not writing songs.
You just tried to convince yourself that you weren't bad,
Maybe I've got it wrong.
But why do we try,
When we know it's all a lie?
I can't deny that it ends this way.
So why don't you just tell me?
Would make things so much better,
Think of times like now.
She'll never see what you claim to see,
Never the other side.
These are just words that you'll never hear,
Maybe you'd feel the same.
I don't want you to think that I was ever ungrateful,
It really wasn't a joke.
You made me realise it was OK to be scared to go.
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Your friend had one so you should too.
As soon as it stopped, so did you.
You keep them around 'cos they're so convenient.
They make you feel so good about yourself.
And you say you're so different now,
Well, show us what you mean.
I haven't changed since the day you met me,
Still wearing those cuffed jeans.
Made a fool of me, so cool to me, so true to me, so new to me,
Made me wait in queue for you, the shit that isn't suited to me.
Fucking blew it for me, booted up and looted cunts,
I've given up, don't give a fuck, outrun my luck, I've had enough-
The past is mucky, unlucky, feeling rusty so relatable and trusted
Get all kiss and cuddly feeling so comfy, we're so bubbly,
In some ways I lost a lot that day.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
It really fucking hit me really fucking hard,
Really fucking terrible, honestly you've taken it too far.
Used to hold you in a really high fucking regard,
Take the disc out, press restart and split it apart.
And I'm just stuck here,
They didn't even care back then.
You haven't moved in so long,
Despite all this time that you've spent.
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Vincent
03:58
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So you're feeling pretty good today?
So why are you throwing it all away?
You say that you don't mind but really you do,
You must do.
This grass is much greener since you've been around,
Riding on coattails, I'm dragging you down.
Wearing a camp cap and never a crown,
And always giving a reason how:
You're feeling pretty good today,
And why you're throwing it all away.
You say that you don't mind but really you do,
You must do.
Am I ankle weights?
Am I Barcelona - a fucking disgrace?
You face things I'm just too scared to face,
Staying quiet and not really:
Feeling all that good today,
Constantly throwing it all away.
You say that you don't mind but really you do,
You must do.
I wish you well,
And I wish myself well too.
Is that something that I can say?
I just hope that we make it together and be:
Feeling pretty good someday,
And not have thrown it all away.
You say that you don't mind but really you do,
You must do.
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Bleach
04:36
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Still living at home,
Spend late nights alone.
My head constantly lets me know that I might never
Watch my team for a year
In the Catalan sky so clear.
My head constantly tells me that I'm here forever.
So should we have watched the night
Pass and the slow moon sink?
Or spend the whole time dreaming and not do just sit and think?
We could make this all worthwhile,
Those shoes they came back in style.
We don't even need to stay here so let's leave and start again.
New York rent doesn't pay itself,
Many want to make it home as well.
Watching YouTube clips for inspiration just won't cut it.
Zero hours is all you've got,
Can't afford whether you like it or not.
Don't pretend as if you're doing anything about it.
Too old to cling onto my youth.
Now is mine, so really what is the use?
Time clenches so tight that I let it stop me dead on my feet.
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Cassio Chord
03:10
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I guess that's why they call it a comfort zone,
Never really feel that good unless I'm all alone.
And even though, when I do,
I always think of everyone, of everyone.
Well I guess I'll just sit in myself once again,
Only really waking up proper at 4pm.
And waiting on the day to come where I begin,
Where I begin.
Well I guess I'm just too careful who I let in,
Pushing them away was not my intention.
But when will they start to call me out for not putting effort in,
Any effort in?
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