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Pop Spirit (Intro)
02:24
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whisper into my ears
exactly as I had feared
my books go onto the shelf
melt away the day and the self
worry not
chase away the thoughts
hurry not
taste some sweeter thoughts
worry not
chase away the thoughts
please let me dream tonight
of sweeter times
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Larksburg - My Accent
04:04
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Man, martyrs are boring
They’re always dying for something
That they don’t even get to see go anywhere
Your left hook needs work
I felt my chest sweat
Oh, but you don’t respect me for that
So what does any little comfort mean to me now?
Like hearing my accent out of town
I know you’re not a bottle rocket
But you’re popping off like one
So that’s how I envision you in my mind
A bottle rocket
So what does any little comfort mean to me now?
Tell me, what does any little comfort mean to me now?
Remove yourself from violent times
Violent times characterized by the stupid things
You make up in your mind, like “I respect you”
When I don’t
I don’t respect you, I don’t
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oh
the sun sets in your eyes
and it’s no surprise
that we would meet again
like this
put your hand in mine
and we’ll run, run and leave all our worries behind i’ll be your seaside girl
tonight
you, are the one who i turn to when things are lookin gray you’re the color in my life ooh, ooh, ooh
everyday is a sunday when you are by my side i’m never far away
from you
oh
the sun sets in your eyes
and it’s no surprise
that we would meet again
like this
put your hand in mine
and we’ll run, run and leave all our worries behind i’ll be your seaside girl
tonight
let’s stay like this, just a little more i’ll meet you there, on our old shore
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I don't listen to my own work
I hate the sound of my own voice
You don't pay attention (get with your ex girl)
You don't care anyway
Nothing scares me more
than none of this ever reaching you
or turning back to me
Adapt my pathetic life
to a motion picture
with zero audience
(swear to my opus)
I don't listen to my own work
I already said that line
Self-hatred runs that deep
You don't care what I say.
...some kind of freedom in that, I guess
I swear to my opus
I'll finish you someday
This will destroy me, huh?
Why can't I escape my own trap?
Bleed (out loud)
Throw it on a stage
Kill yourself for days
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Tim Lindsay - Dreamland
03:24
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Can we keep it moving baby? I got ambition for the night.
I wait for sparking words from you but nothing will ignite.
On and on you go, saying anything at hand.
My listening wanes as time ticks by and I count down my lifespan.
With a drifting mind I hear a voice, you say I am not like other boys.
Sing and dance is the thing you enjoy, is it work or play that you avoid?
Do you have a backup plan? Are you comfortable with screaming fans?
That's enough of questioning. Why don’t my dates ever go as planned?
Whats with all the sharp critiquing? I could be at home just sleeping.
Living in my own dreamland, where I am the one in command.
So I’m a keep dreaming, and I’m a keep dreaming,
and I’m a keep dreaming, and I’m a keep dreaming tonight!
Talk is cheap, but I have aim. I’m not one for fragile claims
If you want to doubt me you’ll just set my heart aflame.
A heart-to-heart is fine by me but it is only 8:30.
I need to dance I can’t just speak, express myself more freely.
So can we keep it moving baby? Can you twist and tap your feet?
You got a lot of restless movement, but you’ve yet to find the beat.
You looked at me so seriously, said “A stable man is what I need.
Where his success is guaranteed, and I never have to be worried.”
Whats with all this sharp critiquing? I could be at home just sleeping.
Living in my own dreamland, where I am the one in command.
So I’m a keep dreaming, and I’m a keep dreaming,
and I’m a keep dreaming, and I’m a keep dreaming tonight!
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If you're scared and your heart can break and
you want to go back to car
Finding that hope couldn't mean that much if you
don't know who you are
Weariness asks you with hand over ankle
"What would you do instead?"
I'll be swimming in curtains and pacing in papers
while you lay down in bed
But if I am drowning or starving or lonely
I know that you'll wake up
Pull me out quickly and ask me so simply
"What are you thinking of?"
And I'll sigh
to see the value in your eyes
the value of your hands shouldn't come as such a surprise
Because I know what you are
You're an electric shock
my heart won't stop
if my bones should rot my chest will rise
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9. |
Feel Like Me (Outro)
03:32
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Honesty is all I have to give,
with my ordinary living.
Without a care, I show my flash and smile,
as I find myself wishing,
I wanna dance with you tonight.
I want bliss beyond command.
Please comfort all my doubts,
and won’t you take my hand?
Don’t I deserve to be me?
I wanna feel at peace.
There’s no time for doubt or animosity.
I wanna feel like me!
I wanna feel like me!
I’ll sing loud and dress extravagantly.
Can’t keep hiding heartfelt phrases,
tear my walls down, let’s embrace it.
Give me your trust, I’ll be sincere.
It’s not worth it, living in fear.
I wanna feel just like me!
Don’t I deserve to be me?
I wanna live at peace.
There’s no time for doubt or animosity.
I wanna feel like me!
I wanna feel like me!
I’ll sing loud!
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