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Luck
05:00
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Never really had the will to walk up and talk
I'm afraid of what I like, and can't screw that up
When I watch you
When the time carries on
Trying to relate I'll probably chew at the chalk
I'm afraid of what I like, and I really don't wanna fuck up
When being out
And being alone
Are done and done
So life is a word to its own
And a word I can't forget about
Like the future I'm upset about
Because it isn't happening
First I'm afraid
And second I change
I know the feeling of safe
And I take it away
I was meaning to stay
Until you got in my way
And so the moment remains
Time split in half by the need to relax
Sleeping it off like we left in the past
I'm blinking and aching
And reaping my making
My own reservations; it's time to get back
Bargain it once with the person you met
See what you can take from them
And what you can lend
The next thing we need would be to follow the greed
Until the best we can get is whatever is left
Right before I choose to forget it
The moment I'm anticipating it
The moment it feels ok to be comfortable
When being out
And being aware
Are done and done
So life is a word to its own
And a word I can't forget about
Like the future I'm upset about
Because it isn't happening
First I'm afraid
And second I change
I know the feeling of safe
And I take it away
I was meaning to stay
Until you got in my way
And so the moment
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2. |
Tempered Glass
03:10
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Home at last
How is that?
I thought I'd see the mountain grass
Where is that?
And where are you?
When everything but the sky is blue
It's coming true
I'm seeing through
The things I wish I never knew
Home again
Was never said
I thought I'd taste the morning bread
Why is it dead?
Why is it dead?
And who is sent
To make amends?
Clean up what you left behind
Find a better place to hide
We were planning to give up
We were drunk when we woke up
Home at last
How is that?
I thought I'd see the tempered glass
Where is that?
And where are you?
Where is that?
And where are you?
Where is that?
Where is that?
Where is that?
And where are you?
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3. |
Rise
03:03
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Connect our heads
We bleed and wept
We've got our friends
We'll beat it yet
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4. |
Call it Free (Maze)
04:07
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I don't feel the need to investigate me
Call it what you want but don't call it free
I keep my thoughts to myself
And I'm alone in their making
I know I've said it twice
But the walls weren't listening
Your debt has been paid
And your crimes were forgave
Yellow walls in this place
I'll accept what you take
It's relentless and makes
what we work for a maze
Oh the lubricated brakes
And the round birthday cake
The round birthday cake
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5. |
Wednesday
03:06
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6. |
Monsters + Friends
05:13
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When it all seems worth it
When I'm fast asleep
When I fuck up on purpose
When I'm dead on my feet
Through the text in a window
We might know what we need
When we're fake to begin with
To people we see
Cause it's hard to remember
We can laugh to forget
When we fuck up on purpose
We don't harbor regret
Let's be honest and loyal
To one that's we keep
When we walk to the table
When we feel complete
When wisdom is wasted
When nights are the same
When you're fake to begin with
When no one's to blame
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7. |
Quench
04:14
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