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Lost That Feeling
02:53
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Who will remember me when I’m gone?
With these walls closing in, I’d say that it won’t be long
Pages balled up on the floor
Not a single line worthy of anyone singing along
I’d rather cannonballs tore me asunder
Than let this treacherous sea pull me under
I’ve got no time left for love keeping the wolves at bay
(I’ve got nothing left to say)
My mind’s a pitch black parking lot and I can’t drive away
I’ve let the cold, hard truths of the world lead me astray
Alarm clocks are ringing in my bones
And the easy way out has been boarded shut long ago
I’m tired of staring at my phone
And this lack of inspiration is seriously getting old
I’d rather pocket knives cut me to ribbons
Than have my living room kill my ambitions
I grind my teeth at the thought of dying all alone
(And I’m never coming home)
My mind’s a pitch black parking lot and I can’t drive away
I’ve let the cold, hard truths of the world lead me astray
Let me lose this anxiety, no good can come of it
I won’t tell anyone, ’cause no-one gives a shit
I used to be so driven but I lost that feeling
My mind’s a pitch black parking lot and I can’t drive away
I’ve let the cold, hard truths of the world lead me astray
Let me lose this anxiety, no good can come of it
I won’t tell anyone, ’cause no-one gives a shit
I used to be so driven, I lost that feeling
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2. |
Damaged Girl
03:20
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Pretty girl from the radio
Bleeding out on the bathroom floor again
As if all the hearts you stole never mattered in the end
She lives for the weekend
Just so that she won’t have to survive for too long
Drunken tears on my shoulder
Like the best part of a sad song
Then she falls asleep in my arms
With the taste of alcohol on her tongue
Things are bad enough as they are
Without whispers of love from the edge of a bar
Hold on tight, my damaged girl
I know that there’s nothing
Nothing that I could say, but I don’t give a damn
I know I’m not the one that she needs
But tonight let’s pretend that I am
Times are hard and they’re getting tougher
And your demons are clawing away at your brain
You lost faith in the things that you love
’Cause they come to an end, all the same
Then she falls asleep in my arms
With the taste of alcohol on her tongue
Things are bad enough as they are
Without whispers of love from the edge of a bar
Hold on tight, my damaged girl
Put out your cigarette and let’s go inside
By the look in your eyes there’s something on your mind
And I don’t really care where we end up at all
’Cause the night just got younger since you came along
And your self-destruction’s put on hold for tonight
Then she falls asleep in my arms
With the taste of alcohol on her tongue
Things are bad enough as they are
Without whispers of love from the edge of a bar
Hold on tight, my damaged girl
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Temporary High
02:53
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I guess my time has come
Yeah, the time has come again
I should hold on to something
But it wouldn’t be much help
My scars are cracking open
And it’s pouring out again
Insanity is calling
Like a long lost friend
Lost control, drive myself up the wall
No escape, no matter how I crawl
Here goes everything
Temporary high
Crashing down tonight
I guess I never listen
But I will pay the price, my friend
Yeah, I just keep pretending
Until it starts over again
I get so tired this dance
Left with a mind that’s broken
I don’t see one familiar face
I wanna crack my cranium open
Abandon ship and fuck the world
This scream just dying to be heard
My lungs collapse from all this breathing
Temporary high
Crashing down tonight
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Highway Rats
02:54
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I’m so scared that I will mess this up
The only dream I have is fading fast
Howling engines pass us in the night
Is this thing built to last?
Speeding
A million miles an hour
We are highway rats
Bleeding hearts all start to clot, my baby
Highway rats
Cut these strings and wave goodbye to all
Here come the demons, son, just move along
White hot concrete in the summer sun
Watch as these walls, they crack
Just don’t look back
I’ve got you by my side
Speeding
A million miles an hour
We are highway rats
Bleeding hearts all start to clot, my baby
Highway rats
Wake me
When it’s my turn at the wheel
Shut your eyes and dream
I know just how you feel
I’ll learn my lesson, someday I’ll be fine
I just need to find my own way in this life
I’ve got you by my side
Speeding
A million miles an hour
We are highway rats
Bleeding hearts all start to clot, my baby
Highway rats
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Well Enough Alone
03:10
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I stayed up all night just to find you there
With your eyes shining on some other guy
I put on the right shirt, ripped holes in my jeans
But if you don’t want me then do as you please
I’ll be on my way may I rest in peace
I should’ve gone home
Should’ve left well enough alone
But I want so much more than I can have
I wanted to see you, I just had to know
If the words that you whispered were part of the show
It’s quite obvious that I should go
There’s no remedy for guys like me
We crash and burn so horribly
The same boring story on and on
Yet tonight your eyes, they burn like stars
Like flickering lights on the boulevard
Though I taste the lies upon your tongue
I can’t believe
I let myself believe it one more time
One more time
One more night
I know I’ll never be
All the things that you are to me
And kisses they don’t mean anything
So blame it on the alcohol
All the bullet holes in my bedroom wall
And the way that you played my favorite song
I can’t believe
I let myself believe it one more time
One more time
One more night
I stayed up all night just to find you there
With your eyes shining on some other guy
I’ve got a ride home, I can’t to leave
This party is over, it’s all make believe
Your words and the nasty scars they leave
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BRAINCOATS Sweden
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