1. |
Look At Me
03:08
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I want to know
That everything is going to be okay
But it's all falling apart
Yeah it's all falling apart
I want to know how it is you see me
Am I just a bunch of fake memories
But I want to be
Someone you see
Look at me
You broke my heart the other day
It's only Tuesday it's all the same
But my heart is falling apart
Yeah my heart is falling apart
I want to know how it is you see me
Am I just a bunch of fake memories
But I want to be
Someone you see
Look at me
You walked away
I didn't know what to say
Now you are fading away
Yeah you are fading away
I want to know how it is you see me
Am I just a bunch of fake memories
But I want to be
Someone you see
Look at me
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2. |
Broken Now
03:30
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Told you what's inside
But I felt so denied
I guess I'm flawed
I'm broken now
Can't seem to hide
This distorted pride
I guess I'm flawed
I'm broken now
Faint glimpse
Wish I knew you well
But you can never tell
Who cares who cares who cares
I want you around
But I hate the sound
Of your goodbyes
I'm broken now
It's all the same
Day after day
I'm fading away
I'm broken now
Faint glimpse
Wish I knew you well
But you can never tell
Who cares who cares who cares
Faint glimpse
Wish I knew you well
But you can never tell
Who cares who cares who cares
I'm broken now
I'm broken now
I'm broken now
I'm broken now
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3. |
Cheap Rocker
02:00
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Young dum full of cum
You think you're the shit
Drinking some until you see the sun
Just getting life over with
Everyone knows your name
And they spit on it
You sold your soul to Satan
And the devil returned it
Pay to play you're on your way
Cheap rocker fuck
Yeah you're on your way to fame
Broke and out of luck
I see you standing there
Thinking you're winning life
But all that you have won
Is cheap beer and a girl for the night
Pay to play you're on your way
Cheap rocker fuck
Yeah you're on your way to fame
Broke and out of luck
Pay to play you're on your way
Cheap rocker fuck
Yeah you're on your way to fame
Broke and out of luck
Pay to play you're on your way
Cheap rocker fuck
Yeah you're on your way to fame
Broke and out of luck
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4. |
Telling The Truth
01:44
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I don't want to hide
But I still dream of you
And I don't know what to do
It's always you
And I
Want to believe
That you are telling the truth
Telling the truth
Truth
You are opaque
But you make the same mistakes
You say you care for me
But I can't see
And I
Want to kiss you all the time
But I know it will never be
Never be
Never
I still lie in bed and think about
How it all could be
And I want to believe
That it could happen to me
to me
And I want to believe
That you are telling the truth
Telling the truth
Telling the truth
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5. |
Don't Stay Asleep
02:59
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You crawled inside
My lazy mind
Here's where I lie
Beside your tired eyes
Wake up
I take back everything
I just want to be in your dreams
Just want you think of me
Baby Baby
Wake up
Don't stay asleep
Right here beside you
While you're dreaming
Inside my mind
You constantly reside
Days go by and by
And I can't sleep at night
Wake up
Don't stay Asleep
Right here beside you
While you're dreaming
Every time I think about it
I want to call you up
Every time I think about it
I hope you show up
Every time I think about it
I want to wish you luck
Every time I think about
Hope you give a fuck
Fading from your dreams
I'm reaching out for you
Reach out for me
Don't stay Asleep
Right here beside you
While you're dreaming
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