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Heaven or Hell
02:54
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Started out with a whisper,
then a full-blown hurricane.
Reality splintered,
and it’s here to break your heart again.
Waking up late as fuck,
swishing mouthwash to cover up.
Was it a nightmare? Was it the real thing?
Don’t even matter, nobody’s listening.
Never gonna sell my soul. I already let it go.
My fallen angel, is this heaven or hell?
Heaven or hell
Started out with a whisper, into a kiss,
into a “how’d things get like this?”
Reality splintered, and it’s gonna take some time.
Waking up still feels scary. Upside down is ordinary.
Is it a nightmare? Is it the real thing?
Don’t even matter, nobody’s listening.
Never gonna sell my soul. I already let it go.
My fallen angel, is this heaven or hell?
Heaven or hell
Live for the nights,
for the moments that make us feel alive.
Remember then you’re not alone
and we’ll make it through the night.
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2. |
Every Dive Bar
03:18
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She’s just like a dream I had when I was young.
My head stays floating up in the sky above the clouds.
We figure it out just like we always do
when we are out and about and it’s just me and you.
I wanna be on the dancefloor with my girl,
cutting a rug till they cut us off.
Lighting cigs inside like it’s 2005 –
downstairs at Favorite’s, before they shut it down.
Out with my girl all night at every dive bar in this town.
I get insecure when I wake up without her.
I know some may say that that is not O-K-A-Y
but I don’t mind.
I know just what I like and how I spend my time.
And it’s just me and you.
I wanna be on the dancefloor with my girl,
cutting a rug till they cut us off.
Lighting cigs inside like it’s 2005 –
downstairs at Favorite’s, before they shut it down.
Out with my girl all night at every dive bar in this town.
Every dive bar
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3. |
1,000 Hallelujahs
02:51
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Letting go is never easy.
Thought I’d finally found my way.
Saw you in the supermarket
and went for coffee at Blue Jay.
I wanna be the clever one, I wanna make you laugh.
I wanna see the sunshine dance above us on our backs,
but you don’t want that.
You don’t want that.
Been so lost since I last saw you.
Milling around, pillar to post.
Whisper 1,000 hallelujahs, hiding from a holy ghost.
I don’t wanna be the broken one,
who always makes mistakes.
I wanna be the canopy above you when it rains,
but you don’t want that.
You don’t want that.
I wanna be the clever one, I wanna make you laugh.
I wanna see the sunshine dance above us on our backs.
I don’t wanna be the broken one,
who always makes mistakes.
I wanna be the canopy above you when it rains,
but you don’t want that.
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4. |
Waterfalls
03:03
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It’s been a long day, long year.
Wishing you were with me, right here.
Sitting on our gray couch, right now,
sipping a beer.
You’re pragmatic, head straight.
I’m overdramatic, head case.
Waiting on an excuse to escape the hell out of here.
Bright eyes turn to waterfalls
at night, unintentional.
Swimming, sea of chemicals.
Bright eyes turn to waterfalls.
It’s been a long night, long life.
Things are gettin’ heavy, alright.
Hangin’ on a sliver of sunshine most of the time.
Watching as the world falls apart.
Happy that you’re here in my heart.
Waiting on whatever to start, so we can unwind.
Bright eyes turn to waterfalls
at night, unintentional.
Swimming, sea of chemicals.
Bright eyes turn to waterfalls.
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5. |
Bear Trap
02:39
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Is it an addiction or just a bad habit?
Subconcious decision whenever I grab it
and pull the rabbit from the hat.
It isn’t magic, it’s a trap.
Feels like my leg’s caught in between
the teeth of a bear trap set for me.
While I erase my memories
and it feels like I’m happy.
Is it a conviction or a slap on the wrist?
Head on collision or a near miss?
Harder to walk in a straight line, like all the time.
Feels like my leg’s caught in between
the teeth of a bear trap set for me.
While I erase my memories
and it feels like I’m happy.
Forever I’m hanging out to dry –
caught on a hook on a fishing line
that lured me, floating out to sea,
and was designed just to trick me.
It feels like I’m happy.
It feels like we're happy.
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6. |
Sticky Rice
03:01
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Thursday morning.
Walking H Street in the rain
when you occupy my brain
without warning.
We had a bite at Sticky Rice.
Smokin’ a cig in city lights.
Hide and go seek with our feelings.
You left me weak, and I’m still healing.
Habit forming.
Still addicted to your perfume
and the laundry list of issues I’m ignoring.
Fire burning.
We had a bite at Sticky Rice.
Little Miss Whiskey’s DJ night.
Hide and go seek with our feelings.
You look so happy, and I’m still healing.
We’d watch a couple TV shows,
get underneath each other’s clothes.
That was back then, things are different.
And that’s ok, I just kind of miss it. A lot.
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7. |
Critical Issues
03:29
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Stop, stop – hold the applause.
It’s been a week since I’ve escaped your claws.
Better not forget where I was.
It’s been a long time coming, now I’m in charge.
I want you bad – but it’s complicated.
The love we have is unadulterated.
Caught in a moment like this,
it would be easy to reminisce
about all the brighter, better days.
Hey hey hey
Critical issues came to pass.
We couldn’t seem to make it last.
A million memories fading fast.
And it fades away.
Critical issues.
Flash back, insomniac –
It’s gonna break, break, break the hourglass.
Sad sack, under attack –
I can’t shake shake shake you off my back.
I want you bad – but it’s complicated.
The love we have is unadulterated.
Caught in a moment like this,
it would be easy to reminisce
about all the brighter, better days.
Hey hey hey
Critical issues came to pass.
We couldn’t seem to make it last.
A million memories fading fast.
And it fades away.
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8. |
Union Station
02:55
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Seems like summer’s slipping away.
I swore I wouldn’t miss you.
Dropped you off at the train.
Couldn’t find the nerve to kiss you.
What if you’re right and I’m wrong?
Walking around, spacing out.
Wondering where your face went.
A different place, some other town
where you can rent an English basement.
What if you’re right and I’m wrong?
Never minded the noise upstairs,
but now it feels you’re gone for good.
Never minded the noise upstairs,
but now it feels you’re gone.
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I feel fucking fantastic.
Like a child, like a dream.
I’m not being sarcastic.
Though that might be how it seems to you.
Crawling out of my hardened shell,
warming in the sun.
Standing on my own two feet,
ready to run.
I feel fucking fantastic.
Thought I’d seen it all before,
then you showed up and opened up new doors.
Sky is full of fireworks.
Wrapped in plastic, feels like nothing hurts.
I feel fucking fantastic.
Like a child, like a dream.
Colors bursting at the seams.
Swimming butterfly in a sea of dopamine.
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10. |
Shadow Sickness
02:30
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I’ve tried a thousand times
to drink your face out of my mind.
I can’t erase those emerald eyes.
The way they looked at me
when we were broke and 23,
underneath the California sky.
Nice to know you’re getting by.
Why do I even, even try?
I can’t help this shadow sickness.
I lie awake at night,
wishing for a different timeline
when you and I are side by side.
Listening to records that
we used to spin like every night –
mouthing out the loud parts line by line.
Nice to know you’re getting by.
Why do I even, even try?
I can’t help this shadow sickness.
Try as I may, can’t help but to
stay inside all day
thinkin’ bout the one who got away.
Really nothing more that I could say.
I can’t help this shadow sickness.
Nice to know you’re getting by.
Why do I even, even try?
I’ve tried a thousand times
to drink your face out of my mind.
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11. |
Broken Glass
03:20
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When it hits me, it hits me hard.
Suddenly I’m back
playing with your dog in the front yard.
But that’s not real life now.
We’ve both moved on and out.
But I miss you.
I don’t even know you now.
Would I want to?
If you would only show me how?
And just like that, I’m brought right back.
I know the past is the past
and in between you and me is a path of broken glass.
When it hits me, it hits me bad.
Suddenly I’m back
playing rummy with your mom and dad.
But that’s not real life now.
We’ve both moved on and out.
But I miss you.
I don’t even know you now.
Would I want to?
If you would only show me how?
And just like that, I’m brought right back.
I know the past is the past
and in between you and me is a path of broken glass.
Shattered and sharp, yeah it happened fast.
In between you and me is a path of broken glass.
What’s your favorite restaurant?
What have you been reading?
What TV show are you on?
What’s your favorite season?
A million questions about how your life turned out
after our love burned out.
I miss you.
At least I think I do.
I don’t even know you now.
Would I want to?
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