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A Recourse of Sorts
00:52
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I know what you've done, no one owes you anything anymore, but there's one thing that always sticks, a love that hurts and I need another fix. On any day that I fog up my brain, you leave the light on when I'm lost. I can't seem to find my way, but you're a recourse of sorts.
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Nostalgic Blip
02:08
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A slow death, I held my breath wishing things would go back to the way they were. "The Way We Was" is a song I forget how to sing, so bare with me while I try to remember the key. There is more to life then just this. Something something something Gord Downey said, Stream to stream, plane to plane, you and me, don't look down, crane your neck, look around and get swallowed by banality.
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Gut Round
02:27
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Emotions drained, you are my antidote, for a loose tongue caught in a lovers quarrel. I'm a victim of circumstance, my thoughts no longer on display, when my petty actions seem detrimental to my life ambitions. I'm weak at the knees, it all feels like a fever dream, it all falls apart when I beg and plead. Gut Round, I've swallowed my pride, I'll shoot out excuses, dehydrate and die, it consumes my soul. A little bit... just a little bit... a little more so baby doesn't throw a fit....
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Gladys In Chains
03:19
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I knew that time wasn't on my side, I saw that as the sun dripped down the sky. I'll find all my words at the bottom of a bottle tonight. Now I'm as wasted as my days spent in bed, unloved and unfulfilled, Ive built myself up to spill, mop me off the floor you know Im a fucking mess. I'm not wrong, I've been wrong, Ill stay calm, I'll carry on. I'm not wrong, I've been wrong, I'll stay calm. I knew that time wasn't on my side, but it doesnt matter now.
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Think Hard
03:29
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I've left a piece of me by the door, I was forced to conjure up the courage to finally leave. You've seen the worst in me, never gave a damn about right or wrong, that piece of me is glued to you, And I'll write my wrongs, with every verse that doesn't rhyme along, these fingers can't keep up with these old songs. I'm not brave, I waste every chance trying to change, it gets easier with each and every passing day, Ill show myself out, I'll show them all. I can't keep on lying with broken promises, when I feel like I cant grow out of my ways and tilt back. You can't breath because I'm exerting too much heat. With the weight of the world crashing down on me, I was numb to everything, I was numb to it all, and all the times you stuck by me, and the frustration of me finding myself, you held my hand and whispered it will be alright. I can't keep on lying with broken promises, when I feel like I cant grow out of my ways and tilt back, to a place of extremes living life in the front seat of a car with no wheel. Don't bother me, do what I say. I'm Just a broken soul mending the pain.
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