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Dick Move
03:48
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A car full of dickheads
revving their engine
all the peacocks strut down Oxford St.
then the night falls and we’re doing
the spider walk
some wander off and some of us go to sleep
We’re going places
we’re motivated
we’re making big plans
we’re kicking big cans
$10 hand jobs and slinging cheap cocaine
Stop the dancing
it can only get worse.
a handful of matadors waving their capes
against the new world
trust fund kids
trust the system’s rigged
but the sun never sets over Oxford St.
We’re going places
we’re motivated
we’re making big plans
we’re kicking big cans
filled with envy and the strangest of dreams
Another day
another something breaks
now we’re looking for a place
to lick our wounds in peace
I’m kicking myself back to sleep
We’re going places
we’re motivated
we’re making big plans
and kicking the shit out of cans
and the strangest dreams
Another day
another something breaks
and now we’re looking for a place
to lick our wounds in peace
I’m kicking myself back to sleep
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I Pretend You Believe
03:03
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Easy chains
easy embrace
sing my bones to sleep
Bitter notes
in broken tones
the racket keeps dropping at my feet
I can’t see straight
I can’t be straight
I can’t behave
arguing in pleasantries
I pretend you believe
I’m not waiting
I’m just saying
leave the window open while we sleep
the notion
we’re going through the motions
like strangers passing in the street
empty gestures
debt collections…
Arguing in pleasantries
I pretend you believe
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I Am A Model
03:11
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I forget, I forgot
I fell in, I fell off
we pretend
we’re dangerous.
Melancholy, meaningless
melodrama accidents
adding up the sums
‘til we forget…
What are we complaining about?
Why are we dancing around?
Watching our socks fall down
We’re so useless….
Washing all the secrets and the noise from my hair
this birds’ nest of guilt
comes crashing to the ground.
Each & every thought that ever comes to me
screams I don’t want to care
I think we’re getting there
What are you complaining about?
Why are you dancing around?
Watching our socks fall down
We’re so toothless….
I am a model
What are we complaining about?
Why are we dancing around?
Every sock in this world must fall down
We’re so useless….
I am a model
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4. |
Sisters On Fire
03:31
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Remember the night
your sister caught fire?
I know we shouldn’t laugh about it
but what can we do?
Remember the wine
we drank when we knew we shouldn’t?
And it’s hard to think that it’s all come down
it all comes down, it all comes down
Hard to believe that it’s all come down
it all comes down, it all comes down
Hard to conceive that it all comes down
it all comes down, it all comes down
Falling to my knees and I’m coming around
it all comes down, it all comes down
Remember the lies
we slipped back inside
I know, I know, I know, I know, I don’t know
it’s patently true
Remember the life we kept
when we knew we shouldn’t?
And it’s hard to think that it’s all come down
it all comes down, it all comes down
Hard to believe that it’s all come down
it all comes down, it all comes down
Hard to conceive that it all comes down
it all comes down, it all comes down
Falling to my knees and I’m coming around
it all comes down, it all comes down
to you
for you
to you
for you
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5. |
Just Trying To Meet You
03:10
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Oh my god
this complicated
choreography
I’m just trying to meet you
just trying to meet you
in the halls
timing it wrong
making excuses
running out and into friends
I don’t want to see
it’s driving me crazy
Just trying to meet you
Hiding in a bathroom stall
scrounging around for scraps
of information
anything at all
once by accident
it’s never happened again
writing script after script
after script after script after script
in my head
rehearsing my lines
not getting it right
it’s driving me crazy
Just trying to meet you
I can’t sleep
I can’t eat
hand me my drink
set the stage
to strike me down again
for goodness sakes’
oh for goodness sake
For the love of god
this convoluted
sorry strategy
gets stranger every day
stranger with each passing day
I wait
and I wait
wringing my hands
and grinding down my teeth
Just trying to meet you
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Entertaining while we grind
more holes than not
Alright will have to do, if it must
it always does
it’s catching up with us
you shouldn’t scowl so much
you’re far too young
I’m at a loss for words, for once
believe me.
The old familiar taste
the old familiar mistakes
we can fake it
we we’re not gonna make it
Serves me right, serves me wrong
I’m all but done
There’s no use in lamenting
all that we’re forgetting
now I’m hanging on to the last great gasp of
another tired evening
so much misleading so much
I’m at a loss for concern
believe me
The old familiar taste
the old familiar mistakes
we can fake it
we won’t make it
Serves me right
it done me wrong
I’m not so sure
I’m not feeling so sure
The old familiar taste
of these old familiar mistakes
we can fake it
but we’re not gonna make it
Serves me right, serves me wrong
I’m all but done
It’s time we say goodnight at the end of the evening
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I can’t make it on my own
Don’t want to speak because I think you’ll laugh
just like it always seems to come to pass
and now the time has finally cracked
I’ve forgotten how to dance
Losing all the little things and adding up the grief
trying out our fortune and back and forth it swings
I don’t know what I promised, but I’m praying you’ll forget
and I can’t recall a single step we used to dance
I can’t make it on my own
overslept & underfed & betting on a horse
guaranteed to lose and hate myself a little more
Shaking with a fever in the middle of the night
to think I never stopped to take one long look in your eyes
if it’s better late than never then I reckon now’s the time
before it disappears and leaves me far behind
I can’t make it on my own
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9. |
Sight For Sore Eyes
05:02
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You’re a sight for sore eyes
for sore eyes, for sore eyes
you’re a sight for sore eyes for sure…
I can’t stand this mess
but please don’t let it end
I can see a dumpster from my window
there’s an empty shopping cart in the street
speaking to me and
d’you remember when?
do you remember when we were…
A pair of Army brats
hiding from our dads
and we sang in the night ’til we both turned blue
weary travellers
washed upon the shore
and I know you knew it was true
You’re a sight for sore eyes
for sore eyes, for sore eyes
you’re a sight for sore eyes for sure…
You cleaned before you left
and it was bittersweet
a gentle gesture
that hurt
like you meant it to be
[unintelligible mumbling]
I know I was wrong
I know I was when we were
A pair of Army brats
we painted our nails to match
and I know it was true
weary travellers
we’re wasted on the shores
and some nights I think it might be you
You’re a sight for sore eyes
for sore eyes, for sore eyes
you’re a sight for sore eyes for sure…
[unintelligible mumbling]
You’re a sight for sore eyes
for sore eyes, for sore eyes
you’re a sight for sore eyes for sure…
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