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I tried to write this in the punkest way I can
To help me to breakdown this broadcast without the cliche lines we cannot stand
'Cause I hear you must be sick of pretty words in empty tracks
Promise you'll try my best
I won't talk about your eyes, won't talk about your freckles, won't talk about how long I tried to tell you this
I won't talk about your smile, talk about your laughter, talk about how you make my heart beat faster
It's hard to speak your heart out the way that Gringo does
So i guess i'm stuck to being a romantic buzz
Like Ani on his way to a galactic training, for years to be away from his childhood lady
Guess i'm faded to cliche, so let me make my final stand like Scarface and his little friend
I'm not trying to be rude, but flying Solo on a Millenium Falcon without a port is just cruel
I'm not trying to be cute, but if loose lips can sink ships, then I just wanna sink with you.
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Rolling Boxes
02:07
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Last night we said out last goodbyes holding hands like we should have done all this year
Avoiding words like "miss you" and "i wish you knew", just trying to look so damn cool
(It's getting hard)
To turn my back on everyone i knew
(It's getting sad)
To clean my drawers finding shit i've left there
(It's getting weird)
To see old pictures and trying to go back
Moving out sucks
When nothing gets you so down
And all your luck is wrecked on the ground
The only thing that's left to do is
Start again somehow
(It keeps getting harder)
To feel like this is not a random act
(It keeps getting weirder)
of treason to everything we've shared and what we've said
(Doesn't gets better)
in a web of sorrows and regrets
(Don't wait on me)
Triangulo usado unicamente aos 0:28 por Celso Toledo.
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Dark Blue Drawing Chalks
02:17
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Made your lines, black on white - Now so smooth
Drew your sadness, I know it is naive - Hope you like it
She finally left you, now you're chained up to me
And I am sorry I haven't told you before
It's because through unwalkable paths
I've named myself, without consulting you
- I'm your loneliness.
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4. |
Never Asleep
02:00
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Been scouting around in a sea full of broken thoughts
To find me a gap just for reason to sneak in
Revolutionary chants being cried outloud
By voices and lungs that have no meaning
And i sit alone all recluded in my bedroom floor
Staring at writtings scattered on my bedroom walls
And a killing headache pounding up and down again
Sharing the space in my mind with all my
-
Memories, of the places and people i'm forced to live
And the excrutiating lack of any fuck to give
As the days come and go in my mysery
It seems to be the only thing that
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Keeps me awake when i try to sleep at night
Filling my head with unthought pages
I'm tired of getting up at 7 with no second slept
To finally meet the same old faces
And everyone thinks i'm just going through a phase
When in fact i'm closer to a nervous breakdown
Videogames and movies aren't working anymore
To keep my mind from thinking
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I should split from here
Find a place for myself where people just let me be
Taking care of things my own way or just fuck this shit
To a point where is inevitable for me to leave
Taking with me only the things i've learned that
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Sum up
As the amount of trust that i should give to
Someone
That don't when to bulk up or to
Shut up
With rethoricals to cover all his
Fuckups
Maybe the
Best for me
Is to let it be
But there's a part of me that
Just wants to be free.
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I put all my books in a box
to put them in a concrete cube and
underneath more boxes and hidden behind boxes
I'll get in one too.
I just threw out another gift.
I know it had a bit of thought but
Mary we won't talk soon,
I have no use for Crocs now
I have no use for gifts.
They're gonna be piles.
I'm gonna be a pack rat.
That's gonna shit.
It's hard to empty out my drawers.
It's hard to empty out my home. Now
I'm a vacant home for the last spark of a soul.
Gonna get drunk one last time.
It's gonna get sadder,
it's gonna get weirder
until I'm gone
until I'm gone.
It's gonna get sadder.
It's gonna get weirder
until I'm gone, now it isn't what I want
but regardless thanks a lot
for letting me stay on the futon.
It's gonna get sadder,
it's gonna get weirder
until I'm gone
until I'm gone.
It's gonna get sadder.
It's gonna get weirder
until I'm gone, now
It isn't what we want
but regardless thanks a lot
for letting me stay on the futon.
It isn't what we want, but regardless, thanks a lot for letting me stay on the futon.
I put all my books in a box
to put them in a concrete cube and
underneath more boxes and hidden behind boxes
I'll get in one too.
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