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Quit Smoking
03:39
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She woke up on the wrong side of the wrong strangers bed again,
Swears the grass is greener but the colour fades in the end,
She goes dancing in puddles during a lightning storm,
A sincere kiss could make a frog a prince but her lips are the barrels of a shotgun,
She's riding off the rails again,
Starts with a whisky and ends up on the gin,
A flamethrower at a water fight,
She plays darts with dynamite,
She's riding off the rails again,
One misstep on the floor and the lads line at your heels,
One drink to twist your tongue and two to untie your briefs,
She tickled a sleeping dragon just to hear him roar,
A good night didn't end out so grand face down down passed out on the floor,
She's riding off the rails again,
Starts with a whisky and ends up on the gin,
A flamethrower at a water fight,
She plays darts with dynamite,
She's riding off the rails again,
She's riding off the rails again,
Starts with a whisky and ends up on the gin,
A flamethrower at a water fight,
She plays darts with dynamite,
She's riding off the rails again,
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2. |
Diamond Gem
04:54
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Miss dances on the head of a pin,
She’s got good rapport with the devil,
A pocket full of broken hearts,
And a lung full of cherry tobacco,
So be mine all the time,
My pulse skips when you kiss my lips but my brain won't let it die,
So be my lullaby,
A storm cloud in an empty sky,
You're a diamond gem and I'm,
Scratching at the walls trying to keep you satisfied,
I thought that the war was won but we've barely begun with the battle,
When love is a gilded rose and we’re grabbing the thorn by the handles,
So you can be my red queen, I'll be your joker until I die,
a star studded kiss to excite my heart before it's left by the riverside,
So be my lullaby,
A storm cloud in an empty sky,
You're a diamond gem and I'm,
Scratching at the walls trying to keep you satisfied,
Short fuse, tall boots,
In the crosshairs, so don’t move,
Short fuse, tall boots,
Kiss me honey I’ll take any excuse,
So be my lullaby,
A storm cloud in an empty sky,
You're a diamond gem and I'm,
Scratching at the walls trying to keep you satisfied,
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3. |
Sunday Sunrise
03:23
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I'm all eyes and I like to witness,
The smart shirts at war with the fishnets,
Secluded brain in tow,
A brain begging to go home,
Spot some sharpshooters in the concourse,
These toothpick chewers and oh of course,
I kind of like it though,
Especially the part where she said,
Meet me at the taxi rank at 3am,
When I lost my lover but you've found your friends,
So we'll start the war again,
When sunday sunlight burns my eyes,
The warning shots are no longer warning,
That trainwreck headache I despise, I'm coming down,
With distant memories calling,
The sunday sunrise coming up,
All for prosecco and champagne,
A spine snapped in half or a back pain,
Silo one primed to go,
Reaping what we have sewed,
Alé and Andrew' got cold stares,
Moving the party on upstairs,
We'll all claim not to know,
Remembering a time when she said,
Meet me at the taxi rank at 3am,
I've lost my love but you found your friends,
So we'll start the war again,
When sunday sunlight burns my eyes,
The warning shots are no longer warning,
That trainwreck headache I despise, I'm coming down,
With distant memories calling,
The sunday sunrise coming up,
Golden rules, playing fools,
Lads lads and greasers,
Locking horns and playing finders keepers,
Cross my heart and hope to die,
Truth killed by the fireside,
Promise we’ll forget it by the sunrise,
With distant memories calling, Sunday sunrise coming up
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4. |
-With Love, Pig.
03:56
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There's a myriad ways to Rome,
Hope the piggy at the market made it's way back home,
To flee the streets with a contract made of gold,
All it cost was twice the worth of your soul,
Fat cats trigger finger is itching again,
The magazines, the tabloids and the trends,
The fame game's going 'round the bend,
Your fifteen minutes is up,
You're a deer in the headlights love,
The bright flash, red light, show me some,
You convinced Icarus to soar into the sun,
Watch the world as it turns it's back now,
And make a penny, you'll find a way somehow,
Reality TV, take your shirt down,
Last float to grab before you drown,
Fat cats nuclear matchstick is priming again,
The drug busts and the lost love mark the end,
The fame game's going 'round the bend,
Your fifteen minutes is up,
You're a deer in the headlights love,
The bright flash, red light, show me some,
You convinced Icarus to soar into the sun,
Living supreme, oh
Flattering photos,
Height of your fame, it’s the time to go before,
You vanish into snow,
Ebbs joining in your flow,
Don’t try to say I didn’t tell you so,
The fame game's going 'round the bend,
Your fifteen minutes is up,
You're a deer in the headlights love,
The bright flash, red light, show me some,
You convinced Icarus to soar into the sun,
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5. |
The Carrier
05:10
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As steep as the gun
The path is
That we walk
As loud as the shot
The pain is
That we feel
As deep as the soul
The anger lies
It never dies
But I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
As cold as the grave
Our heart is
At its sight
As violent as the thought
The will is
To kill you back
But I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
I’ll carry you home
Don’t you forget about me, about me
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