1. |
Murder, Spanish Style
02:29
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I'm tired of having to say it's all going to be okay
Why are you so scared of a little progress?
You are a flower always in bloom, your pedals are red, there's thorns on your stems and you give the illusion of beauty, but when you are picked, your fingers get pricked and you are so quick to complain about this form you've strived so hard to attain.
But when we are in my room
I'd love you like i hate you
Lose those shoes, lose that dress
So i can see the side i like best
No more words, empty head
we will talk with our sweat.
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2. |
Blacksmith's Heart
02:32
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You Barely knew his name, you fucking fabulist
Subconscious pseudo pain leaks from the surface
Intentions forged from gold, highly skilled in my art
aching to fit the mold, I've got a blacksmith's heart
potvaliancy runs through your veins
the tips of your fingers are black with deceit
my hands are red, my hands are red
lately i've been reviewing the lies as they drip down from your eyes and push their way through the pavement safety enshrouds you like a winter coat oh all the books i could've wrote on how i cut out your tongue, bitch
I heard a pin drop
It made my heart stop
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3. |
Cedar Room
02:35
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You've got exactly what I need
you've got what i'm looking for
your voice is like a gentle breeze
you've got to give me something more
we've been caught up in this chase
back and forth
can't you see the smile on your face
bite the hook
so i'll just give in. Its not up to me
Because i just can't take the uncertainty
So i'll just give up but i'll call your bluff
Its not up to me. I'm not man enough
Its just a matter of what type of skin
we choose to wrap ourselves in
i can't take this anymore
it just feels so good
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4. |
Depth Charge
03:04
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Refined from the stages of an ore to make a metal
You have got to learn to slur your words better
Quit harping on a hanging thread
Collecting ashes and counting grains of sand.
You're missing the point when you got to take the good and throw it to the dark.
An object that you can only view from afar.
Silent, thoughtless.
Help me solve this.
Terror, panic
A reflection is authentic
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5. |
Southpaw
04:09
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My blood turned to sand
You. You're something you hate.
The language we had just didn't translate
Well I can't comprehend a word you have said
because your head is stuck in thoughts of time spent
You. Me. We'll see
Because fate has a tendency
of placing our lives
in front of things that we desperately
want to leave behind
Because love is just about suitable replacements
that's gone, find something to fill that space with
So there is a place that i'm condemned with her
i'm so glad i'm not there
You're vague
and I hate
and thats something I wouldn't do
I'm only capable of it with you
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