1. |
Down
03:16
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Think you’re movin' on for a reason now
Gonna show 'em all when you leave this town
Streamers falling down in your street again
Go ahead roll the dice hopin' that you’ll win
I’ve got something
here worth holding
to when I am
down
Focus on the street like the vagrant days
There’s a different dude and he’s got it made
Ain't a greater pain than to pass the time
Guess I’ll cut the rope walk another line
I’ve got something
here worth holding
to when I am down
I’m holding onto something
It’s not the perfect someone
It’s just the feeling I can’t hold onto when I’m away
I’ve got something
here worth holding
to when I am down
I’ve got something
here worth holding
to when I am down
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2. |
Medicine Forever
03:09
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Medicine forever
It’s nothing I don’t have the patience
To dwell in simple understanding
Complaining is a form of flattery
Stop crying
In crimson
Your body acts without reason
To work another day is treason
Chamoy the gun that runs in circles
Greasing
Past tenses
To become an exile in the present
To save your capital investments
In other tax deducting payments
It’s selfless
How goes it
How sweepers steal the ball beneath me
How brown boys clean the UN building
How Bob Abreu is in his fifties
We’re winning
Long is the arm of a feeling unwinding
The stretch of a mile and a million of hiking
The deepest of trenches and ridges to feel so alive
I'm alive
Red for the blood that is spilled by the gunners
And blue like the ocean and sky right above them
And yellow riches that make a man feel so alive
I'm Alive
Medicine forever
How well you auction the defenseless
Writing in stationary letters
Taught deeply to darken the resentment
Helpless
Brown man
Like punches rounding up a socket
And grandsons earning higher profits
And stories sweeter than molasses
Expected
In crimson
Your body acts without reason
To work another day is treason
Chamoy the gun that runs in circles
Indent
Medicine forever
It’s nothing, I don’t have the patience
It’s nothing, I don’t have the patience
It’s nothing, I don’t have the patience
Patience
Long is the arm of a feeling unwinding
The stretch of a mile and a million of hiking
The deepest of trenches and ridges to feel so alive
I'm alive
Red for the blood that is spilled by the gunners
And blue like the ocean and sky right above them
And yellow riches that make a man feel so alive
I'm alive
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3. |
Running My Luck
04:06
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Last night I could hardly remember
All the things you said can
You help me figure out
What the man is on about
Anymore?
Staying up ‘til 3 am just to see
How many times that I could
Take the deepest dive
But it's just a waste of time
And you know
I’m always tired of waking up
I’m always tired of feeling stuff
I’m always tired of acting tough
I’m always tired of running my luck
Seeing all the lights and people recede
I wonder what we could be
If everything slowed down
Took some time to figure out
What you hold
Heavy is the only kind of feeling
That can fit sometimes
But you’ll try to unpack resize
Rearrange but it’s alright to let go
I’m always tired of waking up
I’m always tired of feeling stuff
I’m always tired of acting tough
I’m always tired of running my luck
Don’t tell me now there’s not an ending
What do you mean this is all I came here for?
I’m direct deposit trigger friendly
When I’m counting 1s there’s no time for the noise
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4. |
Night Life
03:23
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How come it never takes me to ever side?
Red plaster, blueish dreams onto a coming right
If I didn't think like that I wouldn't be the man I am
Pay attention to me, little creature
Because I want it
I want it
I want it
I want it
Want it, want it, want it
May I bother you for a minute of your time?
If it’s plastered in green, I might be able to make it right
My father told me if you want something, get it
No excuse to make a man feel so pathetic
Pathetic
Pathetic
Pathetic, -etic
I promise you the night life
I promise you the night life
I promise you the night life
That fire, breathing silence like a bellyache
That summer, coming down from the Starnbergersee
Don't talk to me about self-worth, just like a communist whore
Pay attention to me, little creature
'cause I want it
I want it
I want it
Want it, want it, want it
May I bother you for a minute of your time?
If it’s plastered in green, I might be able to make it right
My mother told me if "you want something, take it"
No excuse to make a man feel so pathetic
Pathetic
Pathetic
Pathetic, -etic
I promise you the night life
I promise you the night life
I promise you the night life
I promise you the night life
I promise you the night life
I promise you the night life
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5. |
Sweet
03:02
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6. |
Prefect
03:28
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7. |
Familiar
03:42
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