1. |
Hyperion
03:55
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I'm leaving what's left of me behind.
Just give me a chance to find my place.
I hope you can help me change my mind
and leave me alone when I need space
'cuz I don't like it here.
It kind of feels like I'm dying.
I don't like it here
but there's nowhere to go.
I don't like it here.
Take me back to my island.
I don't like it here
and it's starting to show.
I don't like it here.
I kind of feel like I'm dying.
I don't like it here
and I want you to know.
I don't like it here.
Take me back to my island.
I don't like it here
and I'm ready to go.
I don't like it here.
I kind of feel like I'm dying.
I don't like it here
and I want you to know.
I don't like it here.
Take me back to my island.
I don't like it here
and I'm ready to go.
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2. |
Summer Boyfriend
03:25
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We used to live outside.
We used to feel the sun shining down.
We used to give the tide time to come 'round.
We used to be
free.
I used to be your type.
I used to wipe your tears and wear your stripes.
I used to follow you to St. Marks Churches
and you would sing
for me.
Will New York City wait for us
to catch the last bus from here?
It's clear, to me,
that we're not where we want to be.
I know that I keep dragging you down
but this town's getting to me.
I need an easy street.
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Oxford Coma
04:28
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I'm on
my hands and knees.
Please forgive me.
Come on.
Give me another chance to prove myself to you.
I want to get rectified.
I want to let bygones be.
I tried too hard before.
Please believe me.
Come on.
Don't leave me standing here just knocking on your door.
(I want to get rectified.)
(I want to let bygones be.)
(I tried too hard before.)
Please believe me.
Come on.
Come on and open up.
I'm knocking on your door.
All the words you said
cut me like a knife.
All the blood I bled
in another life.
All the words you said
cut me like a knife.
All the skin I shed
in another life.
Alone.
I'm waiting here.
Please come see me.
Come on.
I'm begging to be seen by you before I go.
(I'll never be over you.)
(You'll never get over me.)
(We've tried this all before.)
Please come see me.
Come on.
Come see me standing here just knocking on your door.
All the words you said
cut me like a knife.
All the blood I bled
in another life.
All the words you said
cut me like a knife.
All the skin I shed
in another life.
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4. |
New Wave Math
03:34
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5. |
The Upside
04:31
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I,
I hear whispers in the dark.
I hear secrets in the light of day.
I hear voices saying, "Everything's okay."
I,
I fear everything is not
for I'm past the point of no return,
for the fire's burned the wood before the rot.
So where's the upside now
when you're upside down?
There's no turning back
when you're so turned around.
I hate these noises in my head
but it's the silence that I dread.
I hate this emptiness inside
and all these feelings I can't hide
but if I try to feed my soul
my ego starts to lose control.
I need another friend.
Someone to hate again.
So where's the upside now?
Where's the upside now?
So where's the upside now?
Where's the upside now
when you're upside down?
There's no turning back.
I,
I have all but played my part.
Though the animal's responsible
it's the human in me I can't bear to cage.
I,
I take everything to heart.
I make everything so hard sometimes
I may never find the time to change my ways.
So where's the upside now
when you're upside down?
There's no turning back
when you're so turned around.
So where's the upside now
when you're upside down?
There's no turning back
So where's the upside now?
Where's the upside now?
So where's the upside now?
Where's the upside now
when you're upside down?
There's no turning back.
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6. |
It Did My Head In
05:03
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Open,
open your mind and
pretend you're dreaming,
dreaming of me.
Open,
open your heart and
pretend you're bleeding,
bleeding for me.
Are you bleeding for me?
Open,
open your mind and
pretend you're dreaming,
dreaming of me.
Are you dreaming of me?
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Hell's no place for an angel like you.
A fallen face in the fire.
Flames surround you in beautiful, consuming light.
Death ain't no mystery to me, Babe,
and life ain't no game.
You can play on my emotions all you want
but you don't know my shame.
I am haunted by you.
Leave this place if you love me so much.
I've had enough of the blame.
Who are you to remind me that we're not the same?
Life ain't no mystery to me, Babe,
and death ain't no game.
You can play on my emotions all you want
but you don't know my shame.
Hell's no place for an angel like you.
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Ryan Richardson Phoenix, Arizona
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