1. |
Everything You Hate
04:26
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took the afternoon off, and walked back home
excitement had grown
I can hear you shouting, as I approach
don't wanna get too close
usual frail attention, wrapped up in what we found
but all you talk about
is every little thing you hate now
all the color's faded, the world's grown dull
there's nothing fun at all
everyone's mistreated, but no one's brave
or willing to change
our normal disposition, wrapped up in what we found
but all you talk about
is every little thing you hate now
with only pure intention, wrapped up in what we found
but all you talk about
is every little thing you hate now
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2. |
In the First Person
03:29
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feeling like I don't know what to say
hoping that it's more than just some youthful rage, so come
we'll have a drink, I'll do my best to explain it
we've a long, long way to go
light a candle on the windowsill
ready your opinion, you want to speak, now you will
but you won't understand, you have not been where I have
and you've a long, long way to go
though I try and pretend
you know it's not fine when
I get silent and
reticent, but you always know
celebrate the days I stayed in bed
cuz no one understands you, no one else is in your head
it makes no difference, eventually I'll forget
but I've a long, long way to go
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3. |
The Object, the End
03:22
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everyone vies for your attention
but they all have to wait in line
ready to pay their admission
it costs only your peace of mind
but I'll still wait
there's always a sense of competition
a measurement of your wasted time
a spotlight on all your bad decisions
a simple excuse to stay inside
let's all give in
when there's a cryptic sort of language
something beneath the surface words
all of your best friends feel like strangers
all your ideas sound absurd
Close my eyes. I don't care.
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4. |
Taipei
03:04
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every time I write you back
I can't help but to sound protective
and I'm nervous to read your replies
cuz I want you to return this december
maybe you're too scared to be alone
I can hear you crying when the sink's on
come with me for three weeks to Taipei
you can be as high as you need to survive
if you've cold feet, there's medicine to ease your fears
and make you forget, for now
we never would have lost a thing
if we weren't so young and impulsive
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