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Thunder Gun Express
03:16
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You've gotta work to make a living
But what's a life when all you do is work?
They say "you've gotta get a hold of your future"
Well, I'm gonna grab it in a choke hold first
Cause I'm a piece of shit and I remind myself all of the time
And maybe I won't notice if I keep myself so occupied
The old flax mill is still in structure
And every year goes by, feels longer
It's always been in scaffolding
Maybe it is worse than me
And I can't wait till the weekend
To try and make a difference
Already in my twenty's
Where the fuck have the last 5 years been?
My hands are seizing up from holding on so tight
Like this sand is seeping out and I'm running out of time
You've got a job to do and a family to tell that you're already
But there's never enough time, there's never enough time
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Eggshells
05:29
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It's getting harder to walk
On these eggshells when I'm around you
It's even harder to try walk away
When you're threatening your neck with that noose
Is it fucked up to say
That I think you're the reason I'm sad?
Cause when I see that smug smile on your face
I cave in. I feel so bad
Let's not take this too far
Before you beat into me how permanent you are
Sit beg and roll
That's how the good boys I know lost control, so take back control
He knows that you know, so don't let this go
It's not your fault
It's not your fault
Everyone that we meet
Says we look so happy on the outside
But can't you see from the cracks in my teeth?
I'm smiling through the pain, it's torturing
You shouldn't flinch from a kiss
Like a relationship with a fist
Those bruises on your neck don't shine so well
When you're having to cover it up
Is this love?
Sit beg and roll
That's how the good boys I know lost control, so take back control
He knows that you know, so don't let this go
It's not your fault
It's not your fault
Let's not take this too far (Let's not take this too far)
Let's not take this too far (Let's not take this too far)
Let's not take this too far
Sit beg and roll
That's how the good boys I know lost control, so take back control
He knows that you know, so don't let this go
It's not your fault
It's not your fault
Sit beg and roll
That's how the good boys I know lost control, so take back control
He knows that you know, so don't let this go
It's not your fault
It's not your fault
It's getting harder to walk
On these eggshells when I'm around you
It's even harder to try walk away
When you're threatening your neck with that noose
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Up In The Air
04:13
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Let's write a song about romance
I'm done with cliches for my misery
At least just for this one time
So turn around that pity frown
That always keeps me on the ground
When I feel like everything is up in the air
When I'm plaited to the wall, you always catch me when I fall
Back down to earth after regretting and thinking so highly of myself
And though sometimes you think I resent you, it's those TV days that we binge through
That makes me feel like somebody finally cares
When it's all so up in the air
Let's write a song about your bed
That fragrance takes me back so perfectly
Don't even after close my eyes
And I know when my week gets the best me
You'll always be there to be catching me
Even though I've been selfish, I don't deserve you at all
But these one way streets make me wanna die
(Oh boo-hoo, asshole)
I know I think too highly, but I'm always solo
To the point of doing this alone helps me sleep
Cause I'm always counting the sheep that aren't jumping
Just to feel like I'm the odd one out
I know I think too highly, but I'm always solo
To the point of doing this alone helps me sleep
Cause I'm always counting the sheep that aren't jumping
Just to feel like I'm the odd one out
When I'm plaited to the wall, you always catch me when I fall
Back down to earth after regretting and thinking so highly of myself
And though sometimes you think I resent you, you spare a shoulder to cry onto
And make me feel like somebody finally cares
When it's all so up in the air
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Alphabet Soup
04:03
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Take a walk down the pier, it's kinda bittersweet knowing you still miss it here
It burnt to the ground after things went south, I guess it represents how things turned out
Now I'm leaving this house. Not out of my choice but out of sheer doubt,
of "what's yet to come and why do you need this so much?"
It's just a matter of waiting this one out
(lots of oohs)
Take a walk down a short pier and feel what it's like to be left in the cold
This deep blue end's got a deep deep bottom, I hope you know that's where you're going
Must be hard to feel how cold your heart must be
When you're sitting on your throne in the clouds and you're looking down on me
and I'll drown myself, in alphabet soup
and get a better response than ever talking to you
and I'll burn my money so I never see you again
and if I do, I hope it's for good
Message received, "what the fuck do you think you're playing at?"
No response, I see. That's how the end to this era's gotta be
Your flesh and blood now ruined, like a needle in your viens
But how do you cut off your own blood, when you own blood's so far away?
It'd be too soon, if I ever saw you again
You can have your money, I don't wanna see you again (x2)
I'll drown myself, in alphabet soup
and get a better response than ever talking to you
and I'll burn my money so I never see you again
and if I do, I hope it's for good
(so many oohs)
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Don't leave your crumbs in the butter
And I won't go out so much to drink
Say that you love me dearly
And we won't give this a second think
Oh, oh it seems that we're wasting our time again
Don't fight what you can't handle
Cause it's clear to me that it's not working out
We can't stop this train from running it's reckless way
Don't blame yourself when you know that it is all on me
(Na na na na, it's not working out)
What's the point of talking when you block out what I say?
The only time I feel you anymore is when we sleep
You used to leave me happy notes to get me through the day
But the only notes that you leave me now is that we're running out of milk and eggs
Oh, you don't seem to love me as much as you used to
And I, I can see if I'll be home in time just to feel you
Cause you, you've got work and I've got lots of things to do
Is this what it's going to be like just to be with you?
And it's a shame because I thought I had you
Don't fight what you can't handle
Cause it's clear to me that it's not working out
Don't fight what you can't handle
Cause it's clear to me that it's not working out
Don't fight what you can't handle
Cause it's clear to me that it's not working out
Don't fight what you can't handle
Cause it's clear to me that it's not working out
Na na na na, it's not working out (Don't fight what you can't handle)
Na na na na, it's not working out (We can't stop this train from running it's reckless way)
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The Losing Score Shrewsbury, UK
Noisy alt rock/emo trio from Shrewsbury, UK.
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