1. |
Meltdown
02:26
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Taking my time/breaking you down
I just don't feel quite like running around/this town
In and out of danger/I feel like I'm a stranger
To me, myself, to me
Into the void/fully destroyed
Letting my sins grind me all the way down/meltdown
In and out of danger/nothing could be stranger
To lose myself this way
In and out of danger/Essence getting fainter
I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone
In and out of danger/nothing could be stranger
To lose yourself this way
Essence getting fainter/I'm in and out of danger
I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone
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2. |
How the West Was Won
02:44
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Now we are fighting with ourselves
Are you going back for someone else
I heard her talk about success
But I cannot sleep I cannot rest
So I will sleep and dream about the West
How the west was won
How the west was won
There are kids that stay out late
They can't escape what is their fate?
You try to take blood from a stone
Redirected lines past orange cones
My parents are freezing right down to their bones
How the west was won
How the west was won
Now we are talking to ourselves
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3. |
Slaves
03:20
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4. |
City at Night
03:29
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The city at night
It's so hard to fight
The city is so wise
But still she just cries
I run to the farmer's earth
I'm one with thee
I run to my mother's skirt
I run to
The city at night
It's so hard to fight
The city is so wise
But still she just cries
I run to the master's berth
Land of the free
I give all that I am worth
I'm on my knees
I run to the father's earth
I'm one with thee
I run to another skirt
I run to the city
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5. |
To the Phonomatic
03:18
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I need a shotgun choke in the very worst way
Guess I found something I just can't explain away
But my heart's getting bigger like the lump in my throat
And the pace that you've been giving doesn't mean you can't gloat to me
And the words you spoke, did you really believe it?
The promises you broke really gave it away
A beeline traffic to the phonomatic
And the signal's getting lost in the cruel, cruel light of the day
The cruel, cruel light of the day
With your green eyes flashing making hearts feel passion
I guess you found something that works for you every day
But my heart's getting bigger like the lump in my throat
And the pace that you've been giving doesn't mean you can't gloat to me
And the words you spoke, did you really believe it?
The promises you broke really gave it away
A beeline traffic to the phonomatic
And the signal's getting lost in the cruel, cruel light of the day
The cruel, cruel light of the day
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6. |
Faces on the Clock
03:42
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When I'm leaving home
You don't have to carry on
I won't see you anymore
I won't come on through your door
When I'm driving on my own
I'll go right on past our home
That's my mother on the phone
Said you don't want me no more
I'm alone
I'm alone
I'm alone
It's a cold and rainy day
Do you feel I've lost my way
Why you've never saw me play
Just another gig gone gray
All alone
All alone
We're all alone
Guess it's time for me to walk
I'll go right on past your block
Seeing faces on the clock
Maybe someday we can talk
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7. |
On TV
02:49
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I'm on the level baby isn't it great
I can save you from yourself
We'll hit the high road and we ain't comin' back
We don't need nobody else
A bottle of whisky girl and I'm doing fine
We'll be the Bonnie and Clyde now, of venom and wine
Well just get out your stereo, lose that MP3
Get out your daddy's records girl and play them for me
That's the way
That it's done on TV
Jump down and turn around
we're getting it straight, I can tell
They say we're livin' in heaven
but we're livin' in hell
Well just get out your stereo, lose that MP3
Get out your daddy's records girl and play them for me
Well just get out your stereo, lose that MP3
Get out Exile In Guyville girl and play it for me
That's the way
That it's done on TV
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8. |
Alien Lover
02:15
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Well your weirdness, your grace
Puts my heart out of place, I'll admit
And the flashback to love by the Nebula
In the Abyss
And the phasin' and tasin' as time stands still
What is this?
Gravity can't hold us back now
I'm lost in your kiss
Oh yeah
Into the void, hurtling toward our demise
It means little now, as long as I'm lost in your eyes
To the future and back, I'm a fool, nullified
From the points of your ears to the floor I'm in tears...Vulcanized
Oh yeah
T'pol!
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9. |
Within Reach
03:27
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Walking along this road
Having to change my mind
Faces that sometimes change
Passing on so much rage
You're taking me higher
Reasons you lack the truth
Laughter is no cure
A warrant for you arrest
Just another empty page
You're taking me higher
And I am a climber
And I am getting higher
Hidden without a trace
Wasted with all divine
Happy for all you've got
Broken some other's lies
You're taking me higher
Go far away my side
Need some more room expand
Walk among shoes so old
Now it's okay to cry
You're taking me higher
And I am a climber
I am getting higher
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10. |
Time
02:21
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Trapped in the days that have no past beyond my mind
All I can see is flowing wine
An hour passes by
And all I see is blowing time
Running in circles
Yet I cannot ask why
Is it just me or am I blind
An hour passes by
Yet all I see is blowing time
Somewhere inside me I wait I hear thee
All this is close
As the days pass now I am captive on my mind
All I can see is flowing time
An hour passes by
Yet all I see is blowing time
Time
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