1. |
Heart Attack
02:31
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Teach, me how to sing
Staring at the ocean, staring at the sea
Teach, me how to dance
Staring at the ocean, staring back at me
Light me up a cigarette please
Beneath the boardwalk, on the beach
I don't know what the hell I’m gonna do
Do you think they'll understand
That I'm not who I am
I don't know the hell I’m gonna do
I don't know what's true
I don't know how to do
Heart attack in the middle of the night
Even though my hearts all right
I don't know what the hell I’m gonna do
Teach, me how to breath
Staring at the ocean, staring at the sea
Teach, me how to live
Staring at the ocean, staring back at me
I don't know what's true
I don't know how to do
Heart attack in the middle of the night
Even though my hearts all right
I don't know what the hell I’m gonna do
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2. |
Ghost
04:50
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Ghost, get out, get out of my head
Ghost, get out, get out of my bed
I’m dying to drown in a lake frozen over
The city, the sweat, the heart hungover
Lying here alone, lying tonight
Don’t know how, and don’t know why
I’m living to breath in a state between dreams
Where consciousness is, but I still feel some peace
Lying here alone, lying tonight
Don’t know how, and don’t know why
I’m dying to drown in a lake frozen over
The city, the sweat, the heart hungover
Now
[Chorus] x2
You, are not the one
Ghost, get out, get out of my head
I’m dying to know what it means to be free
From the back and the forth, all the I and the we
I’m lying here alone, lying tonight
Don’t know how and don’t know why
I’m living to need more affection than greed
The illusion is real, like the Hollywood dream
I’m lying here alone, lying tonight
Don’t know how and don’t know why
I’m dying to drown in a lake frozen over
The city, the sweat, the heart hungover
Now
[Chorus] x4
You, are not the one
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3. |
Crashed Cars
03:35
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Chasing, I’ve been pacing
With a fear of a lion’s worth
Holding, I’ve been folding
My arms and all that they’re worth
I’ve been on my way
You’ve been in this place
And we crashed our car
The other day, the other day
I don’t know what to do
We’ve been all so true
Beating on your heart and drum
In the setting sun, in the setting sun
Holding, I’ve been folding
My arms and all that their worth
Chasing, I’ve been pacing
My whole life and all that it’s worth
I’ve been on my way
You’ve been in this place
And we crashed our car
The other day, the other day
I don’t know what to do
We’ve been all so true
Beating on your heart and drum
In the setting sun, in the setting sun
Hold me dear to the edge of the road
I hang my head, hang my clothes
[x4]
I’ve been on my way
You’ve been in this place
And we crashed our car
The other day, the other day
I don’t know what to do
We’ve been all so true
Beating on your heart and drum
In the setting sun, in the setting sun
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4. |
Home
03:30
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I don’t know, how I’m gonna get off the pills
I see right through the things, that I will
I don’t know, where to find
All the things, left unkind
Feel like I'm acting in a film
I can't seem how to tell what's the reel
I don't know, where to find
All the things, left behind
(CHORUS) x2
Home again, Home again
Walking downtown, I’m thinking about all these things
Then like a drug, oh my phone does ring
I don't know, where I am
All the time, lost again
(CHORUS) x2
Home again, Home again
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5. |
Repeat
03:36
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Can you believe this, another day just with you
Carved your name in, skin and the buildings too
Can you believe this, another car just drove by
Carved your life in, plaque by the parking lot
Oh, repeat
Oh, repeat
Can you believe this, mill where the lumber lay
Carved your time in, lines on my father’s face
Can you believe this, diner thick with small talk
Carved your breath in, lungs that are used to shock
Oh, repeat
Oh, repeat
Can you believe this, sound of the bar tonight
Carved your pain in, silence of their drunken pride
Can you believe this
Can you believe this
Can you believe this
Can you believe this
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6. |
A Dream, The Veil
03:10
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Drove my car ‘till the night it fell
Past the smoke and out to the swell
What a waste, what a waste of time
I did waste, I did waste all mine
Told me feet walk into the sea
Forget the phone the cards and the keys
What a waste, what a waste of time
I did waste, I did waste all mine
Held my breath ‘till the veil it fell
Reveal the truth you’re living in hell
I am afraid, I am afraid of letting go
I am afraid, I am afraid of going home
Lay my head upon the sand
Fuck the tears and fuck being a man
I am afraid, I am afraid of letting go
I am afraid, I am afraid of going home
Home, is where I go
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7. |
Hollywood
04:31
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Once I saw, a TV screen
A dim bedroom, a blackening sheen
Once I saw, a crystal ball
A wind up dance, a blackening hall
Go right down to Hollywood
I hang my head, feel misunderstood
Go right down to Hollywood
Turn this life from bad to good
I once saw a TV screen
A dim bedroom, a blackening sheen
I once saw a crystal ball
A windup dance, a starlit hall
I am a ghost, I'm afraid of getting old
I beat my head upon this hard road
Once I saw, a TV screen
A dim bedroom, a blackening sheen
Once I saw, a crystal ball
A wind up dance, a blackening hall
Go right down to Hollywood
I hang my head, feel misunderstood
Go right down to Hollywood
Turn this life from bad to good
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8. |
The Stadium
03:37
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Thought I’d go, and buy myself some anger
And take it out, on the players below
Loneliness, it is my hard steel
Thought I’d go, and take him to the show
[CHORUS] x2
(ohhhs)
Thought I’d go, and buy myself some happiness
And find it all, in the players below
The stadium, it reminds all me that
Help me god, loneliness is blind
[CHORUS] x2
(ohhhs)
[OUTRO] x2
Crazy, oh crazy, oh crazy
I am
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9. |
Unwired
02:47
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I broke down just the other day
Swear to god, couldn’t see my own face
Man in the mirror staring back, he looked strange
Gary came in right after that
To buy some smokes and pump some gas
Said, “hey man, are you feeling all okay?”
Oh, I’m afraid of getting old and getting tired
Oh, I’m afraid of getting lost and getting unwired
Oh, I’m afraid of getting old and getting tired
Staring down, fumbling with his change
Gotta get out of this place
Lock up the till, and headed out for a walk
“And how much more must you give away
Until you got none, and nothing to say?
Thinking of leaving, god, it feels strange”
Oh, I’m afraid of getting old and getting tired
Oh, I’m afraid of getting lost and getting unwired
Oh, I’m afraid of getting old and getting tired
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10. |
Cold Sweat
03:56
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Woke up in a cold sweat
Asking myself how I did get
Woke up with my eyes closed
Asking myself how I did not go
All the little things upon my shoulder
All the little things that drag me under
Woke up with my eyes closed
Asking myself how I did not go
Woke up in a cold sweat
Asking myself how I did forget
All the little things upon my shoulder
All the little things that drag me under
[BRIDGE] x8
Oh, it get so cold
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11. |
Sleep/Dream
03:38
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I woke up, felt confused
I was alone, but I swore you did move
I woke up, heard you breath
I was alone, but I swore I did see
[CHORUS] x2
Where, do you go
When you sleep, when you dream
I woke up, held my head
Neon light cast a sheen on my bed
Walk to the blinds, fog up the glass
Drawing a wave in a breath of the past
[CHORUS] x3
Where, do you go
When you sleep, when you dream
Where, do you go
When you see, when you breath
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