1. |
Goodbye
03:26
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When you told me you were done
That you’d miss me, this was fun
I hid the ring I got you
Never showed it to anyone
Then the weeks went crawling by
Now I’m done with all my crying
I’m gonna miss your mama
Tell her I said goodbye
The best part of my day
Is when I feel the way
I used to feel when I thought
That I had a say
Now I know not to believe
Any damn thing
But I can’t help but wonder
If you miss how I sing
For the first time in a while
I can live with my denial
I think you think about me
And I think you crack a smile
I’ll be wheezing on the floor
Before I wash ashore
I’m gonna hold my breath
Till you walk through that door
Better fill my lungs up before I die
Better fill my lungs up before I die
Better fill my lungs up before I die
Better fill my lungs up before I die
Better fill my lungs up
Say good —
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2. |
The Fake
02:47
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I bought a house with a view
But I get my money from you
I dipped my foot in the lake
That might have been a mistake
I’m a handful, I’m an ache
I’m a loser, I’m a fake
Don’t listen to a word I say
I want to know what it’s like
Not to be alright
I want to sleep on the floor
And I don’t want any more
I’m a handful, I’m an ache
I’m a loser, I’m a fake
Don’t listen to a word I say
I’m a handful, I’m an ache
I’m a loser, I’m a fake
Don’t listen to a word I say
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3. |
Lie to Me
02:30
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I guess I was wrong
Well maybe, but
I still meant everything
I said on the phone
And I guess I’m not strong
Cause I don’t like
Feeling this feeling when
I’m all alone
Hand me down, tell me it’s new
Lie to me, I want you to
Let me hold on
Let me sink
As low as I can before
I touch the ground
Then let me lie down
And dream about
Feeling this feeling while
I’m in your arms
Hand me down, tell me it’s new
Lie to me, I want you to
I want you to
I want you to
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4. |
Knowing Pains
03:37
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Can you feel it rising slowly
Can you tell me what’s wrong
Is it something someone’s said or done
Can you feel it
Or is the feeling just gone
In the morning, when you wake up
Do you think about me
Is the future still a thing you can see
In the morning
Do you just go back to sleep
If I call you just to call you
Will there be something to say
Is it better to close the door on this thing
If I call you
Will you just screen my name
Is it open
Is it open
Are you done
Can you feel it
Or is the feeling just gone
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5. |
Think of Me
02:13
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If you draw a flower
Does it grow?
If I draw another
A little bit taller
Would you know?
Could I make it so?
If you write a letter
With ink
Does it last forever?
And will you remember
That you said
You’d think of me
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6. |
Better This
03:30
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I don’t need my friends
They don’t know me, good
I don’t need my body
It does me no good
I don’t need anything, I’m doing fine
Nobody I know is taking their time
Better this, and then
We could start again
Maybe in a few years
If I catch my breath
Maybe I’ll do something you’ll even like
Make something worthy of wasting your time
There was nothing wrong
There was nothing wrong
But this is just a song
There was nothing wrong
There was nothing wrong
There was nothing wrong
Now it’s just a song
There was nothing wrong
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7. |
Fortune Teller
03:14
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I’ve been a fortune teller
I can read your mind
I’ve been a mime, but it’s been unkind
I made a bad bricklayer
All my walls came down
But they call it art when it’s on the ground
I’ve never been alone
And I don’t know myself
But I can do anything
What does that make me?
I was a decent lover
You never seemed to mind
But you left to climb and I fell behind
I had a space endeavour
I’ve been among the stars
But when I got back I still had no job
I’ve never been alone
And I don’t know myself
But I can do anything
What does that make me?
I think I’ll do it again
I could make something
using both of my working hands
I could do better
Cause I know how the whole thing ends
I know there’s a fortune
Hiding underneath my bed
And I can do anything
I can do anything
What does that make me?
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8. |
Matter of Time
02:17
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I can feel the whole world crying
Crying
It makes me laugh
Makes me laugh
I can feel the whole world dying
Dying
But when you wake up, you’ll be in love
I can feel the whole world dancing at my feet
I want to cry
Want to cry
I believe it’s only a matter of time
Before we are all drowning in our love
We can bathe in this water
I’ll be holding your hand
We can bathe in this water
I'll be holding your hand
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9. |
Come Home
03:20
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When the planes touch the ground
I’ll be waiting around
Cause I just can’t sleep
When you’re not in town
Till the morning I wait
Hope you had a good day
But I miss waking up
To your pretty face
If the pictures don’t tide me over
Will you sing me to sleep on the phone
Until you come home
I’ve been counting the days
Can’t believe it’s still may
I hope you don’t feel
Too far away
If the pictures don’t tide me over
Will you sing me to sleep on the phone
Until you come home
When are you coming home?
Won’t you come home
Won’t you come home
Won’t you come home
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10. |
West Again
03:05
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Whenever I go home I’m not open enough
Someone is bound to notice
Whenever I leave here I’m just playing it tough
I’m back before I know it
Foot out the door while it closes
There’s never a good time to say you’ve had enough
And nobody’s that good at lying
There’s never a better time than this to play rough
Leave without knots worth untying
Or better yet burn the damn rope
Oh, and I’m not that sad
I’ve got lips that are turning
West again, learning to
Oh, and I don’t feel bad
I’ve got ships in the making
Gold letters painting my name
Gold letters painting my name
Gold letters painting my name
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