1. |
What I Think About
03:05
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Take a look can't you see that you're killing me
Here I go let you know how it should've been
Fall apart yeah, right in front of me
Yeah yeah yeah it's what I think about
Celebrate, all the hate, of the past six years
Empty space, wiped out face, all the forced out tears
Say it loud, yeah so everybody hears
Yeah yeah yeah it's what I think about
How can we still dance like it's 1999
When we're running out of time
And I'm so not doing fine
How can we still live just like 1984
When we're walking out the door
You won't see us anymore
Call me back, cut some slack, what do I have to do?
Start from scratch, here's the catch, the path leads back to you
And I don't care how, but I know why
Yeah yeah yeah it's what I think about
How can we still dance like it's 1999
When we're running out of time
And I'm so not doing fine
How can we still live just like 1984
When we're walking out the door
You won't see us anymore
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2. |
Stop Right Dead
03:59
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I'm growing older
I feel it in my bones
And I'm talking louder
With subtle undertones
I'm moving faster
I see it in those eyes
But I'm slowing down
Indefinitely
She said that this is for you
But looks down at the floor
Hands me a crumpled up note
It read
I'm climbing higher
I sense it in the air
Won't touch the fire
I'll leave the pieces there
I'm swimming deeper
But I must come air
I think I'm drowning
Most definitely
She said that this is for you
But looks down at the floor
Hands me a crumpled up note
It read
It read
Forgive all the words that I said
Forget all the thoughts in your head
Cause you're making my heart stop right dead, dead dead
Dead, dead dead
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3. |
Got Me Singing
03:03
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Too young too reckless is what they said
Once wrong twice right to stay ahead
She had that little bit something else
She walked and talked like how I'd thought
And when backs turn her games been bought
I saw that little bit something else
And now I know, she's coming back round tonight, tonight, I'm feeling it now, got me singing like
Woah Woah Woah
Got me singing like
Woah Woah Woah
Got me singing like
Ripped jeans, surely, you have to see
Got me singing I'm never ever gonna leave
She had that little bit something else
And now I know, she's coming back round, she's coming back round tonight, tonight, I'm feeling it now, got me singing like
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4. |
Stories
04:07
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Sometimes there are stories that should never be written down
I told you they're not for me
But for you to read aloud
I tell you that I miss you
But you won't hear a word
So I won't be coming home tonight
No I won't be coming home tonight
I wrote this perfect story
I only let you down and if this
Roles is just not for me
Then please just tell me now
I tell you that I need you
But you won't hear a word
So I won't be coming home tonight
No I won't be coming home tonight
Not tonight
Not tonight
Baby run for the moon
Don't think they can stop you
Listen to your heart
Cause your head won't believe you
Run from home
You're not alone
Baby run for the moon
Don't think they can catch you
Listen to my voice
Cause my heart won't believe you
Onward bound
Don't bring me down
Please stay
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5. |
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Remember way back when, it was all so easy
Needed back by 10, but no one believed me
A little too late, but I'm not scared anymore
It started with a friend, and ended with a daydream
Never disappoint, I fell for the way she
Looked me in the eyes, I'm not scared anymore
There's a place where you
Go if you want to
Feel the need to say goodbye
I don't wanna say goodbye
There's a lot to be said
'bout the stories that we read
There's no need to say goodbye
I don't wanna say goodbye
Remember we were there, one summer evening
Missing every step cause my minds on the ceiling
things to remember, when you're trying to forget
It started with a friend, and ended with a daydream
Never disappoint, I fell for the way she
Looked me in the eyes, I'm not scared anymore
There's a place where you
Go if you want to
Feel the need to say goodbye
I don't wanna say goodbye
There's a lot to be said
'bout the stories that we read
There's no need to say goodbye
I don't wanna say goodbye
Woah oh oh oh ohhhh
Don't say goodbye
The stories that we read
There's a place where you
Go if you want to
Feel the need to say goodbye
I don't wanna say goodbye
There's a lot to be said
'bout the stories that we read
There's no need to say goodbye
I don't wanna say goodbye
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6. |
Chequerboard
03:30
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Take this life one square at a time
This life-size chequerboard of mine
Too busy looking down
And I'm following the cracks beneath me feet along the ground
And I'm waiting for you to take my hand
So we can link arms and make a stand
I'm holding on
Watching as you take your turn
Holding on
Time kicks in and colours fade
And I don't know who I'm supposed to be today
But as long as your by my side
I don't need it any other way
I'm holding on
Watching as you take your turn
Holding on
If you're the King then I'm your pawn
And I truly swear I've never felt this strong
Take this life one step at a time
This life-size chequerboard of mine
If you're the Queen then I'm your knight
And I truly swear I've never felt this right
Take this life one square at a time
This life-size chequerboard of mine
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Paris In Paint Perth, UK
Power hungry power trio with a passion for smashin' tunes.
Perth, Scotland
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