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After The Bomb
02:19
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Only two more minutes to go before the end of everything we know,
People seek outlets to voice their displeasure,
It's tragic and comic in equal measure,
The average, middle-aged male automaton with latent ambition never called upon, asks
"Who will fulfill all my potential after the bomb?
Who'll care about me after I'm gone?"
Just over a minute to go before the end of everything we know,
Foolishness finds a quicker recourse, a last minute marriage, a quickfire divorce,
The conspiracist screams "I was right all along! There's a smoke-shrouded room with old pros and old cons, wondering how in the hell they'll spend their millions after the bomb, who'll care about me after I'm gone?"
When our remains are filed away,
Who'll take out the thrash, wipe the sink, mow the lawn?
Who'll be a shoulder to cry on?
Everything was so much better prior to the bomb!
Only ten more seconds to go before the end of everything we know.
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Throwing Knives
03:15
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You wish you could go back,
When you were young and life strayed off the track,
But you grow, now all you favourite songs are sad and slow,
That's how it goes, your prime was just a year ago
I'm sorry it didn't work out, I'm sorry it didn't work out
What the hell just happened?
Youth dissipated like a shitty weekend and nobody noticed it,
There are those who would cling to it,
But I could not go through it,
We were wasteful and young, now we're old and making the most of it
I realize we can't spend our whole lives throwing knives, and hope the ones that we love survive,
I've seen the future before my eyes,
Note to self: Stop throwing knives
We don't have to wither and decay
There was a time when we felt at home among hypocrites and fakes,
But you know that things are different when you look for girls who'll embrace you with their arms,
and not just with their legs
I realize we can't spend our whole lives throwing knives, and hope the ones that we love survive,
I've seen the future before my eyes,
Note to self: Stop throwing knives
We don't have to wither and decay,
Let's flare like star fire, gently fade away,
We can play better though the result is not in doubt
I'm not sorry, I'm not sorry
We can't spend our whole lives throwing knives, and hope the ones that we love survive,
I've seen the future before my eyes,
Note to self: Stop throwing knives
whole lives throwing knives, and hope the ones that we love survive,
I've seen the future before my eyes,
Note to self: Stop throwing knives
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3. |
Start Again
04:09
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When did we ever have to try so hard to meet face to face and not feel oceans apart?
Can we draw a line and start again?
This was my fault and I'll gladly raise my hand,
Woah, can we start again?
No-one deserves what I put you through,
No-one could ever love you like I do,
This time can we go back and start again?
There's this notion that our films promote,
it can't be love unless it's hurting us both,
Throw it in a fire, only we can know when our world can resume turning again,
Woah, can we start again?
Woah, can we start again?
No-one deserves what I put you through,
No-one could ever love you like I do,
This time can we go back and start again?
Woah, can we start again?
Woah, can we start again?
This desire, this desire can make me feel hardwired to mess it, and hurt the ones I love,
This desire, this desire can make me feel hardwired to mess it, and hurt the things I love
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