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$15 Ladies
08:33
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Sitting in circles under the blue lights.
Away from the heaters, we need the benches.
Today it seems crowded.
At least more than usual.
I'll need the bathroom, no one's in the window.
Maybe we'll hear Tupac remixed to dervish beats.
Translate some scribbled subtitles on TV.
The couch is off limits unless you backgammon.
Don't cross the ladies pimp.
His dog will eat you.
She's lost in the wind.
She's shaking her leaves
surrounded by ornaments.
And she's wearing your ring.
You're already --
you're already blowing it.
It's just like a backyard, except with these ladies.
For just fifteen dollars, she'll let you taste her.
And it's where you'll find us
almost every night.
Usually outside, under the blue lights.
She's lost in the wind.
She's shaking her leaves
surrounded by ornaments.
And she's wearing your ring.
You're already --
you're already blowing it.
Last night was a big mistake.
She sees me moving forward.
It's me whose holding on.
And she's still moving backwards.
And she sees everything.
We've burned her all away.
It's me whose on the run.
But we're just having fun
and you were the one. OH.
She's lost in the wind.
She's shaking her leaves
surrounded by ornaments.
And she's wearing your ring.
You're already --
you're already blowing it.
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Altar Beats
04:30
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Painted pictures.
Still life, frozen.
There is no real secret.
They just want a piece of it from you.
Installations were your space.
Any fame just takes away from you.
And I say...
All the cracks passing under my feet
remind me that the tragedy
is the life we give away.
It's the life we give away.
Looking back, you'll notice
all the ground you've covered
and get sick.
Public property rates decrease.
Popularity's secluded you.
And I say...
All the cracks passing under my feet
remind me that the tragedy
is the life we give away.
It's the life we give away.
Ooooh, ooh ooooh.
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3. |
Escape Signal
05:22
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Baby boy, you're on the counter
and she's waiting for you.
And she's waiting to-- ooh ooh.
Baby boy, there's not much after.
She's still waiting for you.
Why waste time trying to
catch a breaking wave?
Wide open space behind you.
I'm too old trying to keep up
on these silly games.
I'm floating in the ocean.
Baby boy, you've changed your name now,
and she's lookin' at you.
And she's looking to-- ooh ooh.
Baby boy, she's in your brain now.
And you're singing her tune.
Why waste time trying to
catch a breaking wave?
Wide open space behind you.
I'm too old trying to keep up
on these silly games.
I'm floating in the ocean.
You can hear the sirens calling out your name.
But, boy just turn away.
Just turn away.
Baby boy, you're on the shore now.
And she's leaving you.
And she's leaving to-- ooh ooh.
Baby boy, the tides have changed now.
And you're stuck in the mud.
Why waste time trying to
catch a breaking wave?
Wide open space behind you.
I'm too old trying to keep up
on these silly games.
I'm floating in the ocean.
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4. |
Tonight At Whisperz
03:28
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She's chasing a dream and
though it's fleeting
she's holding on.
Are we the two who are wrong?
I'm just around the corner
but we've set a border
in order to keep us good.
When we drew the line between us,
they suspected lies and secrets.
On our respective sides
it keeps us.
When we drew the line,
we drew the line.
It's obvious that our mistake
was saying 'no' just for the sake
of not giving in.
It's not a game to win.
At it again, just look at them.
Now look at us.
How are we friends?
It's play pretend.
When we drew the line between us,
they suspected lies and secrets.
On our respective sides
it keeps us.
When we drew the line,
we drew the line.
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5. |
Written In Sand
03:27
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We've been here, singing playing songs.
Remember in these last ten years, you sang along:
"There's not that much to say."
"A touch and love."
You said you'd "never shine again"
in Wholesale Heart.
I know you think there's nothing left.
We didn't say to hold your breath.
You know you're following the band
whose songs are all written in sand.
Waves crashed on them.
An ocean eroded away.
Floating somewhere,
a siren signaled their escape.
Everyday, you fall away to Sprawl.
We said "we're going all the way,"
and you believed it all.
"Cause she's lost in the wind."
"You see the flood."
Please tell me when we drew
the line between us all.
I know you think there's nothing left.
We didn't say to hold your breath.
You know you're following the band
whose songs are all written in sand.
Waves crashed on them.
An ocean eroded away.
Floating somewhere,
a siren signaled their escape.
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