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Mercedes
05:19
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The skies reflect off you
The lights follow on queue
But I try not to stare
But it drives me insane
Oh why does July look so good on you?
Through auburn days and midnights
You walk the same because it feels right
You never know, they never hide
Cinnamon pearl, what’s inside?
What’s inside? What’s inside of you?
What’s inside?
There’s fire, There’s FIRE,
Fireworks on your face
I get high, you get higher
Fire works on your face
Can you feel her? Or believe in her?
Because I know, no one is there
The girl ain’t home
I’ll drink your face through both my eyes
This is the place we realize
The night is yours and so am I
Cinnamon pearl, what’s inside?
What’s inside? What’s inside of you?
What’s inside?
There’s fire, There’s FIRE,
Fireworks on your face
I get high, you get higher
Fire works on your face
And I swear, I could feel her
Burning up from my skin
And that’s why I can’t deny her
Fireworks
What a night for a ride.
But what’s inside?
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2. |
Through The Hell
05:06
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20 thousand miles of air beneath our feet
That’s where both our eyes first came to meet
It’s where you told me you were running from your family
Grounded to the world wanted from afar
Quick to burn your heart for the morning star
Though you’re far from home
I get the feeling you know just what you’re doing
The longer I want her
The more I think that she can tell
I’m lonely but I’ll go
Through the hell that you put me through
You know I would
Your word is like a narrow bridge and I’m trying not to be scared
What’s on the other side of this? More lies and eyes to make a vanity fair?
But the longer I want her
The more she keeps on doing it well
I’m lonely but I’ll go
And as for the landslide
That knocked you away and swept you right into my life
It once more came to take you from me
As word made it’s way about the homecoming queen
Who’d return on the day of reckoning
To be given to a man of their choice
But you were down with an American boy
Sing my little Helen of Troy
Thank God you were down with an American boy
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3. |
Wicked For Days
07:49
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I remember when I met you
Your fourth eye was open
Your words were soft spoken
I remember when I let you
My fever dreams worsened
From the arms with the serpents mouth
But who am I to scream?
I’d bow at the altar that brought you to me
If you’d let me stay, I would
and surrender to you despite signs from fate that say
She’s been wicked for days
Playing all her wicked little games
She’s been wicked for days
And I know it, I know it, I know
I’m not afraid
Of love ever since I lost in a sense
So just make me believe
That our relationship runs off more than denial
I hear the voice of my defeat
You map it out with the stars that nourish me
I give in to the craze
So willingly, to spite my own face
But she weaves all things together
She is the earth after all
She breathes moonbeams and ember
She’s the rise of the fall
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4. |
Vice Grip
06:46
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Decide what you want from me
Release me from your vicing machine
Won’t you let me go?
Though our futures are not aligned
Are we so helplessly intertwined? Oh yeah.
So far the finger’s pointing right at you baby.
It’s too bad we’re letting go
But I don’t know, I don’t know
No no, I said NO, I don’t know
I don’t know, NO.
Stand by yourself, by yourself
You know what it’s like
When I align myself to you
Push, pull, falling
Euphoria galore
Too good to be true
So far the finger’s pointing right at you baby.
It’s too bad we’re letting go.
But I don’t know, I don’t know. No no,
I said NO, I don’t know, I don’t know, NO.
Comparisons, always comparisons
That come by consequence of who we are.
And common sense
Oh where’s the calm in sense
Your holy eminence, before we restart?
This time I think it’s coming right at you baby.
It’s too bad we’re letting go
But I don’t know, NO
I don’t know, NO
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5. |
Cracks In The Mirror
08:03
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I sing for the once lost love and the lightening footsteps use to leave.
I sing for who I know you used to be.
It’s a chance in a million, a scar that is brilliant,
but someone’s got to believe.
I know that you could hear me underneath.
So I sing - to gods I hope will slowly bring you down.
Down to me - for all to watch you float on level ground
now…
The cracks in the mirror could not be clearer to me.
They show me who you are and used to be.
Those cracks in the mirror could not be clearer to see.
They show me who you are when you see me.
And I see - the gods I hope they fucking bring you down.
Down to me - crash land baby, you know I’d love the sound,
right now...
I’ll stay away of memories that still deceive,
of how I wanted you to be.
Now I see - The gods I hope they, hope they bring you down.
Down to me - oh I hope you’ll always be around...
Cracks in the mirror, in the mirror.
Show me what you are and used to be.
Cracks in the mirror, in the mirror
show me what you are when you see me.
Now I see - the gods I hope they… I hope they...
Bring you down to me, down to me.
Oh I hope you’ll always be around…
I said show me what you are,
you’re my lucky star.
Show me what you are when you see me.
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6. |
LasVegasAngeles
04:31
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Like the devil, you’re the worst one.
You give me the first taste.
There’s beauty on the way down,
you could see it post-haste.
You don’t have to wonder why,
you just gotta let it be.
Possibilities, baby.
Put a cover on my eyes, anticipation is crazy.
You know it gets better, better, better.
I know that you go wild and you know no one’s coming to save me.
So it only gets better, better, better.
I come around for the badness,
stick around for the madness, front row seats to you.
She’s not the kind of girl that you wanna meet,
she’s just the kind of girl that you do,
and you know it’s nothing serious.
She’s here to work, work,
she don’t give a damn about you.
She’s got a job, her job, she’s got a job to do.
Space ships and karma, are all I give a fuck about.
Streetlights and armour are all I need to make the route.
And this is what I’m feeling now, send me home full of doubt.
Follow up with a text saying:
“We only get lost at your discretion, alone just you and me.
You’re the only one who understands my nature.
Our way home is off our feet, so I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.”
And I guess I never learn,
all this time and all this effort, you’d think I like getting burned.
But the story on the pages, yeah they all remain unturned.
But I still don’t give a fuck because I know.
Back and forth.
Go to work like a hobby,
connect the dots on her body,
and it ain’t over yet.
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