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For The Love Of Nothing
04:09
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It’s like a hot one that’s stuck in your chest
The feeling of a stomach of lead
You know it weighs down right on your breast
You can’t believe you want me to go
Oh who could ever thought it’d be so?
It sends your heart rate up by the mile
Until you could be clinically dead
Oh don’t you hate how it the last of the smiles
Coz my baby’s gonna leave me alone
To wander aimlessly round this home
Get taken by the need to be so unhealthy
Coz my baby’s gonna leave me alone
Oh she knows
It’s been taking me far too long to get my head in a state
Of being cool calm and confident enough to calculate
Does she really love it?
The weight of my world falls down upon her everyday
For the love of nothing won’t you come over dear
And give me your reasons to stay
Or send my heart in dismay
It’s like a mortar that goes off in your head
Your body’s paralized from the dread
You can’t wait to crumble right down to the bed
And never get up out of our throne
Just sit here aimlessly in this home
Get taken by the need to be so unhealthy
Coz my baby’s gonna leave me alone
Oh she knows
It’s been taking me far too long to get my head in a state
Of being cool calm and confident enough to calculate
Does she really love it?
The weight of my world falls down upon her everyday
For the love of nothing won’t you come over dear
And give me your reasons to stay
Oh she knows
Does she fucking love it?
The weight of my world falls down upon her everyday
For the love of nothing won’t you come over dear
And give me your reasons to stay
Or send my heart in dismay
When you break me off once again.
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2. |
Tomorrow
04:13
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Oh won’t you drink your tea
Then have a little dance and leave with he
You’d like to think as though you’re really loved
You’d like to think as though he’s from above
When he holds your hand and pulls you close
And he oozes out with oh so much charm
But all he’s gonna do is just ruin your hair
Oh that’s just another cross you’ll have to bare
Let’s be strangers
Who get real dangerous
And love how it hurts
Knowing that you’re just a number
Go back to sleep
So unsatisfied
Now that you see
He never really cared about
Tomorrow
But darling don’t you get too down
You can try it all again in a week
Don’t you feel like you’re starting to go insane
Coz all these pills you take just bring you pain
So get dressed down and fall about
With the pretty little people you love
You know that you’re a queen in your own right
Without you there would be no real nightlife
Let’s be strangers
Who get real dangerous
And love how it hurts
Knowing that you’re just a number
Go back to sleep
So unsatisfied
Now that you see
He never really cared about
Tomorrow
He’s gonna give her his silent love
He’s gonna give her his loveless touch
He won’t give her the feelings of
He’ll be leaving her just half done
(And over time you’ll surely find he never really cared about tomorrow)
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Please keep all your Sundays free
To show him what he means to thee
Oh lordy’s such a tease
To stifle through hypocrisy
Walk head held up full of crass
The days been spent breaking your back so
All he really needs (is another)
Hit of anxiety
So long oh how you’re gone
Go on tell me I'm wrong
(mmh it’s gonna getcha)
Lovely lonely stole away
To get off to a better place
So load him up on glass (or whatever)
To get him off his ass
Watch the fork in their road
Oh we live our lives in such a hole
So long oh how you’re gone
Go on tell me I'm wrong
(mmh it’s gonna getcha)
In your head
You’re so scared of the shit
That’s contradicting him
To compare him to
Makes you feel so blue
Where’s your god then?
You’re terrified in your bed
What a tranquil way to be
Completely numb or devout to he
So deprevate your sense
It ruins the suspense.
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4. |
The Pretty Voices
04:28
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Everyday gone
Forget about tomorrow
Yesterday’s been borrowed
Keep me in a state lost
Cover me completely
I’m broken so you’ll be beat me
I feel it in your gaze love
Inebriated heartache
Feels just like an earthquake
There’s covet in your brain doll
Listen to the
Pretty voices in your head
Pretty people wind up dead
Pretty lies you’re told everyday
In your siege I’ll
Battle through till morning
With your stoned compulsive yearning
Keep it in your veins doll
And listen to the
Pretty voices in your head
Pretty people wind up dead
Pretty lies you’re told everyday
Well you’re losing all control now
You feel it as you come down
The crux of your reliefs your souls in love
You’re such a pretty sunset
You’re lovelier than breathing
Pretty voices in your head
Pretty people wind up dead
Pretty lies you’re told everyday
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Something’s in the water it seems
Something’s creeping up on me
Hold yourself together don’t bleed
Cause something’s in the water it seems
Not knowing it with certainty
Where ignorance is bliss for coping steadily
We need time, and some of that lime, as he goes
La La La...
Something’s in the dirt now it seems
I’m cold tired stoned now believe
Bitch, beat, broken, by greed
Something’s in the dirt now it seems
Not knowing it with certainty
Where ignorance is bliss for coping steadily
We need time, and some of that lime, as he goes
Somethings in the water it seems
Tainted by the cordial dreams
The lime was wasting time
And squeezing out the signs
That somethings in the water for me
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