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Baiting The Fall
02:04
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You say it's me because I'm never listening.
You say it's you because we're just so different.
I know it's sad and it's true, I still don't wanna lose you...
You say enough because I'll never comprehend.
I say enough because I can't read the signals that you give,
And so you're going to him. You think he's gonna love you...
This happens frequently where we question our sincerity.
Shivering you stop, and you think of all the things you've lost.
Standing- on the street.
Idle- while our love retreats.
Lost in- this city.
Walking- by old "You and Me's"
This happens all the time where I need some fucking piece of mind.
Look inside your head and analyze the words we said.
Lyrics by: Devin Mason
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Fatal Directions
01:00
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Big plans in high demand.
You set yourself up for failure again.
Try to be something you're not. All i gotta say is
FUCK THE FUCK OFF!
What do you mean every time you say you "Got some big things headed your way"?
I'll never understand the fucking things you say.
Yesterday something scared me straight.
The thought of being you and fading away.
No change, no rearrange. Futile in this day in age.
Pardon me if I'm seeming strange, but fuck you to cause you'll never change.
Chasing rainbows isn't how you play the game...
The Purest Mother dropped him on his head.
A bullshit story of life after death.
I can read between the lines in the sand.
But I wonder if she laughed out loud as he died?
Lyrics by: Devin Mason
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It's No Lake
00:32
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Thoughts race through a crowded room.
She came up next to me and then she said:
"Hey what's your name again?"
She said "I really like your band."
And "Do you wanna go somewhere?"
"Let's go! Let's go! Do you wanna go?"
I can't but know, I'd leave the light off when I go...
Lyrics by: Devin Mason
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Meursault
03:04
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Wake the fuck up! You're asleep...
Walking on eggshells through these past few weeks.
Been saying you want to get out.
Well here's the fucking door- Don't fall down on the floor.
Fucking mistakes. You gotta know.
You gotta know when it's time to go.
Broken wings, things are just as they seem.
Killing grass, lie at the edge of a stream.
Chill of the fall, breaks your heart while you sleep.
You gotta think...
Get the fuck out! You're insane...
Kicking holes in walls, and grinding down your teeth.
Broken glass it cuts as softly as you sleep.
Dark runs from your eyes as you're falling to your knees.
Fucking mistakes. You gotta know.
You gotta know when it's time to go.
Broken wings, things are just as they seem.
Killing grass, lie at the edge of a stream.
Chill of the fall, breaks your heart while you sleep.
You gotta think...
STOP!
Lyrics by: Devin Mason
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