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Stamp it out
Move your feet around
Make it seem like it never was.
Reach back down
Wear it like a crown
Make a trophy from a part of me,
With your family.
You've got the keys to the deadbolt
You turn the knife that's in my chest
Regardless I hold you like a regret.
Take my eyes as vacant holes for wine
Veil them with your love
Take my eyes as vacant holes for wine
Take me home.
Are you not aware? Self unraveling
Not prepared enough chemically
Veil of wine
Aggressive smiling
Pull it down.
Pull it off and down.
Make it seem like there's anything
You've got the keys to the deadbolt
You turn the knife that's in my chest
Regardless I hold you like a regret.
Pull it down.
Pull it off and down.
Make me feel like I'm anything.
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2. |
Miss Out
04:38
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If I choke, well, I'm breathing embers
If I don't, well, its just another night.
This clock reads half-past time to settle down
To close the box, to lock the door, to leave the town
I'm not the first to read it
Can't clocks read wrong?
Move out, move on, miss out
It's just not my time.
On the clock at the whim of the fingers
In the palm where its just another life
Put it down, silence mode, your hearts not a phone
You're not some device
Sometimes I don't wanna hang out
Sometimes I don't wanna be seen
Sometimes I don't wanna hang out--miss out
Sometimes I don't wanna be seen--move on
Sometimes I don't wanna hang out--miss out
Sometimes I don't wanna be seen--move on
Sometimes I don't wanna grow up
This clock reads, it has a mind.
Fingernails scratch in the wood;
'It's just not my time'
This clock reads half-past time to settle down
To close the box, to lock the door, to leave the town
This clock reads half-past time
to move out, move on, miss out
If I choke, well, I'm breathing embers
If I don't, well, its just another night
If I choke, well, I'm breathing embers
If I don't, well, its just another night
Move out, move on, miss out
It's just not my time.
Sometimes I don't wanna hang out
Sometimes I don't wanna be seen
Sometimes I don't wanna hang out--miss out
Sometimes I don't wanna be seen--move on
Sometimes I don't wanna hang out--miss out
Sometimes I don't wanna be seen--move on
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3. |
Little Loafboy
03:45
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Don't hold back. Push away your jitters
A lit match touched to gun powder
There's a violent thought
Reaching out of your grip tonight
Whoever knows what the midnight shows
Dancing for your delight
The blow-back! Don't touch the spiders!
A new gap, a new gutter
These hands
Only sentence I wanna hear
Catch these hands
Only sentence I wanna hear
The weekend, next Friday, a long way to wait
How will we ever make do?
How will we ever make do??
How did we ever make do?
Put my sanity on the line.
Someone to hold when your time's not sold
She's pulling me down and that's perfectly fine.
All signs point north when you're headed south
All signs point north when you're headed south
There's still so much to figure out
You're the only one.
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4. |
Waking Up (Good Morning)
02:08
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That's the moment I've been waiting for
Past this second you will see
Curtain call, ten feet tall
I'm up to the sky
Thanks so much for being here
The pleasure was all mine
I'm waking up
Another day to waste away
Forget the badness you can't fight
I'll see you tonight
And that's the moment I've been waiting for
Past this second you will see
Curtain call, ten feet tall
I'm up to the sky
Thanks so much for being here
The pleasure was all mine
I'm waking up
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Recipe for Regret
04:47
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You never keep in touch
No calls, no catching up
You plant the seeds of love
The flower never opened, the farmer couldn't sell the crop
Hide yourself from them
The friends you want to love
Only given one
How many do you give up, how many days are getting lost?
And they're fine without you
They're worlds away
Everything you couldn't be is always on your mind
People passing pamphlets preach intelligent design
And if I had a hand in it I'd hold it with desire
You're not around, domain is not found
A different underground
A recipe for regret.
Living in a house that's haunted by a stranger
Where's the nearest exit ask yourself
Laying in the soil, spoils of our failure
A kindling of trust now smolders like an ember
Never gonna regret
Live to tell.
Come home
Keys hung up by the door
Half expect a ghost of love, once cherished most
Only given one
How long until you give up, how long until you lose them both?
We should have known this garden wouldn't grow
We should have known this garden wouldn't grow
Salt, shallow holes we fill with wine, fragments of my skull
Peace of mind
Salt, shallow holes we fill with wine, fragments of my skull
Peace of mind
Everything's on someone else, you won't apologize
A narcissistic double think to blur and skew the lines
The ones who feel superior can't love another mind
When we're not around to blame and to doubt you'll make up other lies
A recipe for regret
Living in a house that's haunted by a stranger
Where's the nearest exit ask yourself
Laying in the soil, spoils of our failure
A kindling of trust now smolders like an ember
Never gonna regret
Live to tell.
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Alright, Goodnight. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
BAND/ARTIST FROM PHILLY
Alright, Goodnight is a celebration of the mysticism in late night conversations where anything is possible and dreams are the only things that matter. Cameron Davidson makes the music.
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