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Chromatic
01:35
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Who would have thought we’re getting older
Looks like we’re never gonna make it out alive
And the things we love are getting older
And the things that don’t well we just watch them go on by
Oh god please wake up
In all the things we tried all the freedoms they were lies
And oh my god you are contagious
In all the wrong ways
Who would have thought we’re getting older
Looks like we’re never gonna make it out a live
And the things we love are getting older
And things that don’t well fuck em watch them all die
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Once We Were Warriors
01:29
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Once we were warriors
We held our hands so tight
Well it couldn’t have been for love cause we were to young
And now were always criticized by others
The summer drew us bright
The sun made us grow so long
And we laughed at our shadow's names as they danced across the pavement
And now were always criticized by others
And I don’t think they’ll ever understand us
Once we were warriors
Till you grew wings and laid your body low
I pressed my lips on your knuckles
Saw that your skin is still sunburned
And now were always criticized by others
And I don’t think they’ll ever understand us
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We've Gotta Go Now
02:09
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The winter snow sits pretty
A white glow beneath my city
And I’ve never wanted out of here more so in my life
Cause there’s not much left to do here
No new friends just drinking new beers
No no new adventures it’s time for a change, yea
Well it’s not far south I would go
Cause I miss sweet home Chicago
And I miss the bars and all my friends and everyone I know
But I’m coming home to see you
In a few more months I’m one of you
We’re old enough to know that now and it’s time for the change
We gotta go now
It’s 25 to life
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Knapp St.
01:42
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You fell in love in a hotel
You fell apart in a room on Knapp St.
You’re having problems finding new friends
So hit the bottle once or twice before you go
Now it’s hard to find your own way home
It’s getting hard getting older
It’s getting old when you know life’s getting hard
Those fucking people that you cling to that stab your back once or twice before you go
We’ll throw their bodies in the ocean
After all you know they wouldn’t change
And You shouldn’t change the way you are
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Oh, Baby
01:58
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Oh baby baby get your act together
Come on over and see me let me buy you a drink
Woah baby baby put your arms around me
Let me lighten the load and we’ll light up a smoke
And we’ll dance until we’re free
Oh baby baby come a little closer
Don’t let the fire in your eyes burn out tonight
Oh baby baby come a little close don’t let the fire out tonight
Let me take you away
Woah baby baby get your act together
Come on over and see me let me buy you a drink
Woah baby baby put your arms around me
Let me lighten the load and we’ll light up a smoke
And we’ll dance until we’re free
Oh baby baby let me lighten the load let me buy you a drink
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6. |
Hangover Girls
01:01
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Then I felt it, like a bullet
Like a lightning bolt right through my soul
I moved like a monster and I sang like a drunk
I saw her hair flip, I saw her eyes blink
I nearly fell right on the floor
I knew then I had to know her
I asked her how she liked her drink
She likes em easy I call bullshit
I’ve gotta heavy hand and I pour them strong
Even when were on the dawn patrol
One more time cover up the ice
And we can stumble home
She’s the best hangover I’ve ever known
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7. |
Contracts
01:55
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I made my mark dagger blood and all
I know the guilt that surrounds it
Last details outline all of what it’s worth
But that blood there is still haunts me
We had a deal
I don’t wanna feel anything
I wanna wash this blood from my skin
But it’s too late for me to change
I’m just a goddamn sinner still
Along the lines of healing I was burned
Self-inflicted wounds thereafter
Swinging from my fraying rope I cried
“You said that you would save me”
We had a deal
I don’t wanna feel anything
I wanna wash this blood from my skin
But it’s too late for me to change
I’m just a goddamn sinner still
You want to see my rage
To know that I'm still breathing
To know my heart is still beating slow
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Few hours until sunrise
You know we can carry these problems home
And leave them in alleys to wither to dust
Drinking the words we stole you know we can polish this bottle off
And make our names holy as blood
And now we carry on just like the good old days
Don’t worry about tomorrow when there’s hell to pay
And now we carry on just like the good old days
Just like the good old days
When we were dumb enough to care and we were something in the world we buried that
We changed ourselves for those we love and fell apart from all our friends and benefited nothing in the end
And now we carry on just like the good old days
Don’t worry about tomorrow when there’s hell to pay
And now we carry on just like the good old days
Just like the good old days
Woah oh
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