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99 Reasons
03:43
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I'll try to interject with you, spoil your conversation
The words that I said weren't strictly true, open to interpretation
I debated, if you were wasted
I can't tell with your eyes dilated
I was shaking, hesitating
I'm so close I can almost taste it
I'll keeping acting out of greed
Til it's curtains on the scene
I hope you're enjoying yourself
I hope you're enjoying yourself
I can feel you inside me
In every lungful that I breathe
I gave you one good reason to stay
But ninety-nine reasons to leave
I tried to disconnect from you, abandon the cracked foundations
The strength that we had has fallen through, destroyed by the bad vibrations
I’m outdated, deflated
When things got too complicated
Aggravated, medicated
I became all the things I hated
I want you to know, that I’m not alone
And, yeah, I’ve been better, up off the ropes
I took myself off, left you a note
I laid in the dirt, and waited to grow
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2. |
Check in on Your Mates
03:27
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I know your mum she missed you even though you hardly ever talked
And all the boys you drink with down the pub never noticed something off
Was it something bad at work? Or your ex-girlfriend being a jerk?
She wouldn't let you see the kids, Snuck out while you were asleep
Be a man, be a man, be man, just tuck it all away
And I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed I didn't call you
(didn't call you)
I could spill it all but you wouldn’t believe me
No one gives a damn 'bout boys and their feelings
Keep that shit at home, deal with it alone,
My bro, oh whoah-a-oh
Bottle it all up ‘cause they don’t wanna hear it
No one gives a fuck til the boy stops breathing
Keep that shit at home, deal with it alone,
Oh mate, oh wha-a-a-ayy
Are you okay?, oh whoah-a-oh
Or am I too late? oh wha-a-a-ayy
I know it’s hard to open up when you’re expected to be strong
The world thought you were bulletproof but they,
Couldn’t be more wrong
It can’t be a coincidence, it’s the leading cause of death
Society will never change, gravity don’t go both ways
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I don't know why i woke up so
God damn sad today
There’s nothing all that wrong with me
And I’ve only just been paid
By 3pm I’m back in bed
Oh I'm so sick of playing dead
There's a certain shade of misery that
Paints the walls inside of me so grey, grey
I don't remember all my dreams,
I'm not myself when I'm asleep
Waking up with my fists clenched,
Is just predictive self-defence
I'm just happy to be home,
Somewhere warm to thaw my bones
I'll play along to pass the test
If you just give me time to rest
…up until I’m fit and able
I tried to help you get along,
I tried to help defuse the bomb,
Admit you both were in the wrong,
But I got caught in the middle
I got better things to do,
Than try to make sense out of you,
Don't wanna play a cryptic clue
Or catch the curveball that you threw
…up onto the dinner table
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Bring your grandpa's knife, Down to the park tonight
We’ll open up our skin, And let the blood collide
I wanna wear a scar reminding me of all the things that died
Bring your crooked eyes, Down to the bar tonight
We'll open up our hearts, And see the sorry sight
Of all the wasted days and broken brain cells that we sacrificed
With the rain smashing down on the front porch
I'm giving you a piece of my mind
Giving you a piece of my mind
You were born
Under the wrong star
But you don't care
Bring your landlords dime, Down to the pub tonight
We’ll open up our mouths, And probably start a fight
With all the drunken arseholes only out to watch some heads collide
Bring your biggest crimes, Down to the church tonight
They’ll wash away your sins, And let you live the lie
You said you wanna be a better man without being crucified
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5. |
Funeral For A Fridge
03:18
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My echoes are all liars
You can’t believe a single word they say
And the dangerous thoughts
Rattle round the spaces in my brain
I’ll fake an alibi, try not to cry when I confess
‘Cause out of sight, is just out of mind I guess
(Hope….)
I hope the poison on my tongue
(Is enough…)
Is strong enough to stop my lungs
And the words that bounce back off the walls
Oh, they’re not what I said at all
They make no, sense
The sun is in my eyes
But I don’t mind being blinded for your fate
In all the books you read
We never seem to land on the same page
I made a smooth escape, I know I left things in a mess
Another big mistake, yeah I’m out of touch I guess
(Hope….)
I hope the poison on my tongue
(Is enough…)
Is strong enough to stop my lungs
And the words that bounce back off the walls
Oh, they’re not what I said at all
They make no
They make no sense
They make no sense
They make noooooo….
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6. |
Brain Full of Weeds
02:44
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I hope you don’t get in my head
The ugly scene
You got us all, hooked on coffee
And dopamine
You don’t have to say you’re alright
Or pretend to me everything will be just fine
‘Cause if you die tonight
I die tonight
Our troubled brains are full of weeds
Struggle to sleep
Self diagnosed ADHD
Anxiety
You don’t have to say you’re alright
Or pretend to me everything will be just fine
‘Cause if you die tonight
I die tonight
Tuck me deep enough in the dirt an’ I won’t make a sound
I think it’s time you pick me a good, good spot in the ground
Throw me out when you get bored of me hanging around
Just kick me out when you get bored
You don’t have to say you’re alright
Or pretend to me everything will be just fine
‘Cause if you die tonight
I die tonight
Tonight
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7. |
Thames Water Bellyache
03:58
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As you walk through Ealing Broadway station
You avoid the man who begs
And the pigeons trying to fly between your legs
Yeah the air is dirtier than back home
And you don't know where you're going
You don't know where it's safe to walk alone
After hours the streets seem sooo strange
Plastic gangsters in balaclavas
And crackheads in their pyjamas asking for change
Not sure how you made it home last night
I warned you what it's like
Get used to spending 6 quid on a pint
Well you might as well be honest
This isn't what you wanted
But you weren't doing so great (on your)
Hometown council estate
Spending your weekends throwing batteries in the lake
Don't drink the Thames mate
You'll get a bellyache
Skip a beat, oh it’s easy to lose traction
But you got yourself a job
It pays the bills but the hours ain’t much cop
The people are angrier than back home
Won’t talk to you on the bus, don’t remember you in your local corner shop
Don’t forget to look both left and look right
There’s danger on both sides
The cyclists like to jump all the red lights
Don’t forget that you’re on your on this time
Every copper in your sights
Is just a god-damn dirty parasite
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Mouser Farnborough, UK
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