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Heat
03:00
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I can feel it getting stronger with every day I choose to get up and wake.
Feelings are irrational they feel impossible to go translate.
Woah! You ain't nobody's lover and you ain't nobody's queer. Yes, your heart belongs to music but your mind just wants to grind. In the end, it sure won't matter when your six feet underground.
Don't let the heat catch on,
Internalized these feelings cuz I always underestimate the pain. Look inside my heart you'll find I'm begging for my next biggest mistake.
Hey! Where do you think you're going get your ass back in that chair. Don't you dare go shit or eat, don't you dare step foot outside. It doesn't matter what you do it doesn't matter how you feel. Just don't let the heat catch on.
Shit! The pressure sure is on and you haven't even started. Don't you think that they'll get bored, cuz they sure won't wait forever. And you can afford to wait, or in the end you'll always lose.
Dont let the heat catch on
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Spaced out,
way out.
He's got a message for you.
In out,
Far out.
Watch out, he's gonna get you.
Im just scattered alive.
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Where do you think your going?
His wicked eye is watching?
Where do you think your going?
His hair's on fire and he's -
He's inside remote control cars.
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I want to reach the city.
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3. |
Man One
03:04
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Out there rides,
a solid man.
Who wears and buckles,
a golden gun.
Out there rides,
the coldest man.
Filled his heart with only,
the purest steel.
Way out there rides,
a single man.
With one fist he brought,
the whole world to its knees.
The man whom we speak,
was the poorest man.
Left his wife,
and hasn't come home since then.
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And he wanted more.
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4. |
Pretend
03:58
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She was only 16, going on 17.
Acting like she's 18, and she's dead by 19.
She's looking dead on point.
She's looking dead in style.
With nothing left to lose,
she'll get on top with you.
To get into your mind,
She'll bind you up real good.
But don't pay her attention,
They traffic her around.
She's only here for cash.
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She'll pretend like she's,
been there before.
She'll pretend like,
she'll pretend.
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He was only 32, going on 33.
Acting like a 20, but he's surely in his grave.
Looking super fly.
Feeling dead inside.
Left everything to chance,
To find you in his room.
To let you entertain,
His life is too mundane.
But don't get too attached now,
He's only here for a day.
He's only here for a time.
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And they'll pretend like they've,
done this before.
They'll pretend like,
They'll pretend.
She'll pretend like she's,
done this before.
She'll pretend like,
she'll pretend.
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5. |
Valigirl
01:42
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Baby, don't think about it.
(Don't think about it)
I promise this is worth your time.
And baby, don't think about her.
(Think about her)
I promise she ain't look this fine.
And she's not real.
But she's real to me,
And I like the way it feels.
She's in my heart.
She's in my head.
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6. |
Time to Time
03:05
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Watch me fast asleep.
Calm down calm down,
It's a memory.
If you can get me high.
Then you can get me down to earth again.
Nothing ever fills this space.
It must be from the time,
when we were young and stupid, love.
You know what to do
String me up, never let me go
And if you tie it good
Then you hear me beg for god again.
Nothing ever fills this space.
It must be from the time,
when we were young and stupid, love.
She comes here time to time,
But we will never be as one
It must be from the time,
When we were young and stupid, love.
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7. |
Midnight Roamer
04:10
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I've let somebody in.
I can feel them asking for more than I can give.
Like they would ever know,
If I live or die makes no difference to them.
On the floor,
Oh no.
On the floor,
Oh no...
So I'm trying to forget,
But the pain sleeps in my heart,
and they would never know.
Moving fast just to escape,
But the thoughts are in my head.
The thoughts are my head.
When I struck you.
Were you naked?
Can you make it,
Off the floor, and leave me?
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8. |
Chills
03:36
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Who do we have to blame?
When Everything just feels the same
(Day in and day out)
Who do we have to blame
When everyone seems to act the same
(And no one comes through anymore)
Who do we have to blame?
Everything has gotten stale.
(Day in and day out)
And Who do we have to blame
Living always feels just the same.
(Nothing changes anymore)
If I could see, the pleasure in their eyes
If I could seal the pain.
If I could hear the rhythm of your voice,
Then I'll know, It's me.
Down in the depths of my brain
Surrounded by enemies
( Day in and day out )
Down in the depths of my heart
Surrounded by enemies
(And no one cares anymore)
If I could see, the pleasure in their eyes
If I could seal the pain.
If I could hear the rhythm of your voice,
Then I'll know, It's me.
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If you stay, right where you are.
I will be, right by your side.
Count to three, then close your eyes.
I will take you to the other side
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Atani New York, New York
Musician and Songwriter trying to make it in the City that Never Sleeps.
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