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A Real Live Girl
04:48
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Every breath she takes the same
And in and out she lets it die inside her mouth
Disgusted by its bitter aftertaste
Every step she takes the same
And minutes pass without her notice
Noticing there's nothing different
Nothing new to show to me
And now your beauty fades like artwork
And we all smile and pass and wave
You stand alone atop your pedestal
The only real live girl in the world
Would you risk your life for what you love?
When you're standing here at the end of the world
Can you feel this? I can feel this
I'll take you far away from here
When the sky opens up and the stars disappear
Can you feel this? I can feel this
I couldn't stand the sight of you last week
You've been like that since March it seems
You've locked yourself inside some kind of dream
Or fake reality
I know you can not hear me now
Inside this display case where they've kept you
Where they've kept you for all of these years
Now we see your paint is cracking
From all those years you've held a smile
And you might just feel like an afterthought
The only real live girl to survive
Would you risk your life for what you love?
When you're standing here at the end of the world
Can you feel this? I can feel this
I'll take you far away from here
When the sky opens up and the stars disappear
Can you feel this? I can feel this
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And so it begins
Another night without you here
Is like another day without medication
My medicated drinking
I scream your name, you’re gone
My hand hits the bottle
And five shots, six shots, seven down
I’ll give you a call when I make it to town
Heart on a platter and my head underwater
I’m yours for you to take, for you to trust
You are part of a private selection
The prize winner too, the newest addition
To all the endless pain I feel
You’re like a stitch that never fucking heals
And that’s what I can’t stand...
Oh, you can’t hurt me anymore
‘Cause you’ve got a plan written down on paper
Leave it to me to claim the surrender
Oh, you can’t hurt me anymore
This calls for an execution
The final defeat of our convoluted love
Oh, you can’t hurt me anymore
‘Cause you’ve got a plan written down on paper
Leave it to me to claim the surrender
Oh, you can’t hurt me anymore
This calls for an execution
The downfall of our convoluted love
So, sit up, sit back, and drop the axe
I said, sit up, sit back, and try to relax
Just sit up, sit back, and drop the axe
I said sit up, sit back...
It’ll all be over soon
Yes, all those honest things I promised you
It’ll all be over soon
Only if you want it to...
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3. |
She Was The East River
07:37
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So, I don’t think you know what you are saying, dear
Your words are awful slurred
And marked with signs of bitter thoughts
And secret men I’ve never
Heard of such a lie, or such a truth
But I can never tell with you
So close those pretty eyes and think of times
When love was something pure
I’m feeling like this pain could drag me under
Feels just like my blood’s ice through my system
Holding onto to silent memories before they’re gone
So days and weeks and months will pass
With every single night just like the
Lasting taste of shame that you
Will shake your head at until it passes
The ring around my finger
Chains the guilt around my ankles
And the current’s swift
So you won’t have to worry anymore about me!
I’m feeling like this weight could drag me under
Feeling like my blood’s sludge through my system
I’m holding on to all my fantasies before they’re gone
And in the end, after all is said and done
You’ll find me on the floor
Learning to swim for the time when the river must answer for the live that she’s taken!
Oh, then you’ll say to me...
Oh, then you’ll say to me...
It’s finally...over.
I remember Paris in the summer
I remember flowers, strewn across a bedside table
I remember long forgotten vineyards
I remember poetry, and how it felt when you lied to me
So we have both fell victims to this current
Drunken sailors making waves across the icy water
Reaching out for something to hold on to
Blind to all the fucked up things you always said or put me through
You are now the spirit of this river
You are now the storm that rocks the boat and throws me over
Feeling now, the undertow
I try to swim, but you’re too strong
And now I’m going under...and now I’m going under...
You are now the weight that drags me under
You are now the victor of another endless struggle
Clutch my throat, and smile sweetly
And stroke my cheek and say to me
“You’re just another silly scene, in another stupid movie”
She was the east river...
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4. |
The Half-Hearted Tango
07:02
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Why do you have to go so soon, my dear?
It’s only been a couple hours since I held you here
Tangled up inside these sweat-stained sheets
Holding on to sex that once meant something
Or another, tell me
Oh, I know
That we haven’t survived this yet
We’re trapped alone
Spinning solo in this half-hearted tango
Oh, I know
That we haven’t survived this yet
We’re all alone...we’re all alone...
Hide behind that doll-like paper face
Emotionless and blank
Just like this feeling you’ve misplaced
Every night is just another trick
Every love so sweet it makes me sick
Oh, I know
That we haven’t survived this yet
We’re trapped alone
Spinning solo in this half-hearted tango
Oh, I know
That we haven’t survived this yet
We’re all alone...we’re all alone!
1, 2, 3...1, 2, 3...so go the days.
1, 2, 3...1, 2, 3...so go the days.
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5. |
Vacant (Acoustic)
05:07
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It must be Wednesday
This never happens anymore
Sunlight crashing silently across the wooden floor
The paint is peeling
We never painted like we should
The light reflects the rented room
A white that shook me when I stood
Take a breath and let it all surround you
And there she was
And there I was
Sitting on a plastic box - the only chair she knew
Looking at the clothes that I have worn
The people that I've been before
It's another me or another form whose boxed up their insides
And I am never traveling that road again
I'm only ending up right back where I began
These thoughts they sink like stones
They're heavy on my soul
But the water surrounds me
Oh, it makes me crazy
The passion's all gone
The color's so few
I'm held in a pose with a smile just for you
And the cut and paste seams
Of each clipped magazine
Left you so much to desire and hold onto
And there he was
Taking in the warmth of summer's glow
A paradise, or a prison, only he could know
I heard the phone across the floor
I thought I disconnected it the night before
Oh, who are they kidding? This room just sits vacant
This man just sits vacant
My heart just sits vacant
And I am never letting go of who I am
And I'm picking up the pieces from where this all began
The mirror's like a clock
The reflection never stops
And the spinning leads to nothing
But I guess I can't complain
The passion's all gone
The color so few
I'm held in a pose with a smile just for you
And the cut and paste seam
Of each clipped magazine
Left you so much to desire and hold onto
The passion's all gone
(I am never traveling that road again)
The color so few
(Coming back from where I've been)
I'm held in a pose with a smile just for you
And the cut and paste seam
(These thoughts they sink like stones)
Of each clipped magazine
(And they're heavy on my soul)
Left you so much to desire and hold onto
They left you so much to desire and hold onto
They left me so much to desire and hold onto
You were so much to desire and hold onto
Take a breath and let it all surround you
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6. |
This Is The Story
04:21
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I’m writing a book of the things we’ve forgotten
Ignored or displaced or just shuffled away
For each chapter I’ve written, I’ll ask your opinion
Each page is a transcript for what you would say
And I might have forgotten all these years
So pass me the facts from your lips to my neck
Don’t let them slip away…
And you might say coincidence is fate
Well it only is if you can make it that way…
So try and make haste and make no delay
Our lives are simply words on a page
So this is a puzzle and this a game
Where everything will just turn out arranged
I’m writing you letters of love long forgotten
Closing the door on the years thrown away
For every sentence there’s another contest
Will I win your hand for surviving the race?
And I am choking or I’m breathing
So loosen your grip on my heart and my throat
Don’t let me slip away…
And you might say that passing time decides
Whether love is word meant only for lies…
And who knows what I’ll do
To stop fate from taking you
So try and make haste and make no delay
Our lives are simply words on a page
So when you’re standing alone with no will to fight
Keep your head above water, it’ll be alright
And this is the story, of the boy and the girl
Who gave up on love
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7. |
Cadence
08:30
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I'll show you everything
If you promise I'm not just another one
I'm tired of this same old routine
Just another loveless awkward waltz
So give me some reasons
And give your attention
Give it to me with all you've got
I'll sing you these words and
Help break this tension
Let's see if this bad boy can float
I've stopped running, I've stopped chasing
Dear, I've missed you, I'd give everything
For one more moment, or one more kiss and
This is what I've always wanted
So no more endings, no more worries
The rhythm set from up above
The cadence to our perfect passion
I'd risk my life for this, my love
Just write me every week
Just send photographs and memories
I guess that we'll just wait and see
Where these pages of this story leave me
So here is the blank page
We'll start it the same way
Just give it to me with all you've got
This mirror's reflection
Has no inhibition
We'll see if we can reach the stars
I've stopped running, I've stopped chasing
Dear, I've missed you, I'd give anything
For one more moment, or one more kiss and
This is what I've always wanted
So no more endings, no more worries
The rhythm set from up above
The cadence to our perfect passion
I'd risk my life for this, my love
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