1. |
Killing Time
03:21
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Nice to hear from you
2am in the morning
Forgot you lived here, I’m kind of bored and
there’s this place that I like to go to
It’s not far if you’ve got the right shoes
You hail a cab and it’s $25
You take the front seat, I’ll sit behind
I get the feeling it’s not me you’re into
I’ll pretend it’s fine, while it all keeps falling through
(Chorus)
You sit inside and (you’re) insisting on killing the vibe
I want to drive but I’m watching you ruin my night
Blinded by your electric light
Kiss and turn, standing there want to watch me burn
In the dark, my thoughts myself tonight
Blinded by your closed set eyes
You turn it on just as quick as you bring me down
How do I keep up with you, how do I figure you out?
I’m the kind that’s easy to talk to
City loops, side walks and bad news
I get the feeling that it’s not me it’s you
I’ll pretend it’s fine while it all keeps falling through
(Chorus)
You sit inside and (you’re) insisting on killing the vibe
I want to drive but I’m watching you ruin my night
Blinded by your electric light
Kiss and turn, standing there want to watch me burn
In the dark, my thoughts myself tonight
Blinded by your closed set eyes
(Chorus)
You sit inside and (you’re) insisting on killing the vibe
I want to drive but I’m watching you ruin my night
Blinded by your electric light
Kiss and turn standing there want to watch me burn
In the dark, my thoughts myself tonight
Blinded by your closed set eyes
Kiss and turn, standing there want to watch me burn
In the dark, my thoughts myself tonight
Blinded by your closed set eyes
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2. |
San Francisco Sun
03:32
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I lost my heart in the San Francisco sun
I believed that everybody’s got their someone
And I’m finding it hard to wear this all
Maybe I’ll break your heart because I’m like that
When you finally come around, sundown
Find me kicking my heels, about to head out
Sometimes I forget I’m your let down
I’m kind of used to that
(Chorus)
Still high on dreams
That got intertwined
Still say I love you
(Because) that’s my line
So we beat on
Borne into the past
Trapped in California,
nostalgia
You’re building bridges while I put up dead ends
Maybe I love the fight to pretend
Build myself up to watch me breakdown
Tussle with my head till you come around
(Chorus)
Still high on dreams
That got intertwined
Still say I love you
(Because) that’s my line
So we beat on
Borne into the past
Trapped in California,
nostalgia
Here’s my wine it’s on the table I’ll be back next week
Up the stairs you’re in your bed with the company
Of yourself, no one else, how it has to be
You’re a ten, and baby, I’m a three
This is not the start it’s the end for me
I’m pulling out glass that’s stuck in my feet
Stepping on lies this is bittersweet
I’m fading, this could be the last beat
(Chorus)
Still high on dreams
That got intertwined
Still say I love you
(Because) that’s my line
So we beat on
Borne into the past
Trapped in California,
nostalgia
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3. |
The Getaway
04:39
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They caught us on the getaway
Saw the light inside your eyes
I thought this will make us something, maybe make me feel alive
You were hesitant to come out, knees shaking in the car
This wasn’t how we pictured growing up
I always take things too far
(Chorus)
And I swear I’m not here to lose hope tonight
But I’m finding myself, this is fight or flight
(Woah, woah)
Are you losing your grip or just losing sight?
You’re not dead, it’s not the end, don’t follow the light
(Woah, woah)
They caught you on the 85
Tears welled inside my eyes
You thought this would make us something, maybe make you feel alive
I was hesitant to come out, knees shaking in the car
This wasn’t how I pictured growing up
You always take things too far
(Chorus)
And I swear I’m not here to lose hope tonight
But I’m finding myself, this is fight or flight
(Woah, woah)
Are you losing your grip or just losing sight?
You’re not dead, it’s not the end, don’t follow the light
(Woah, woah)
(Bridge)
I always take things too far
I always take things too far
I always take things too far
I always take things too far
I always take things too far
I always take things too far
I always take things too far
I always take things too far
(Chorus)
And I swear I’m not here to lose hope tonight
But I’m finding myself, this is fight or flight
Are you losing your grip or just losing sight?
You’re not dead, it’s not the end, don’t follow the light
(Woah, woah)
(Chorus)
And I swear I’m not here to lose hope tonight
But I’m finding myself, this is fight or flight
(Woah, woah)
Are you losing your grip or just losing sight?
You’re not dead, it’s not the end, don’t follow the light
(Woah, woah)
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4. |
Miss America
04:40
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I miss America, gun control hysteria
Shooting down the lines, disconnected lives
Tongue-in-cheek, you should learn when not to speak
Pull back the blinds, wool over your eyes
Face out the window again, wish he was Kennedy’s kin
I’m holding hope for the end, blood on your hands again
(Pre-Chorus)
But stay calm when there’s a fire
Eluded by desire
Teenagers dead, consumer led
Fill the banks and take the bread
(Chorus)
I drew a crowd, down to the house
Fight it out
Turn it around, bringing it down
Make me proud
It’s ok, it’s in his head
When truth fails, lie instead
I led the crowd, into the house
Fight it out
Loading a round, calling it proud
Calm me down
It’s ok, it’s in his head
When truth fails, lie instead
Forget your intellect, lighten up and disinfect
Crawl through my lungs, die while you’re young
It’s just a slip of the pen, beard the lion in his den
Can we hold hope for the end?
Blame the papers again
(Pre-Chorus)
But stay calm when there’s a fire
Eluded by desire
Teenagers dead, consumer led
Fill the banks and take the bread
(Chorus)
I drew a crowd, down to the house
Fight it out
Turn it around, bringing it down
Make me proud
It’s ok, it’s in his head
When truth fails, lie instead
I led the crowd, into the house
Fight it out
Loading a round, calling it proud
Calm me down
It’s ok, it’s in his head
When truth fails, lie instead
(Chorus)
I drew a crowd, down to the house
Fight it out
Turn it around, bringing it down
Make me proud
It’s ok, it’s in his head
When truth fails, lie instead
I led the crowd, into the house
Fight it out
Loading a round, calling it proud
Calm me down
It’s ok, it’s in his head
When truth fails, lie instead
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