1. |
If You Want
03:43
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If you want to I will
I could be sweet and kind and loving and a beauty to behold
If you want to I will
I could be picture-perfect, poster-girly
All for the small price of my soul
What's it good for, who knows?
Who needs these creature comforts anyway
I could be here or there anywhere, anywhere you say
Who needs these creature comforts to keep em sane
I'll keep a straight face lips laced to see the world I crave
It's a small price either way
Sometimes I wonder how we wake up every morning just to face another day of judgement and blame
When I find myself a wondering if the world is all against us and should I just surrender to cruel fate
I keep my eye on the prize and my mind locked tight
Don't you worry, I won't
Slip up or call your bluff or let your true colours show
Don't you worry, I won't
I'm practiced and professional been in this game longer than you know
I've been taught to toe the line
Composure is my motive
A smile sure travels a mile
I'm here to keep you all in line
The world sure needs a mama
The gloves are on, it seems the job is mine?
Well, where's this cuntract I signed?
Sometimes I wonder how we wake up every morning just to face another day of judgement and blame
When I find myself a wondering if the world is all against us and should I just surrender to cruel fate
I keep my eye on the prize and my mind locked tight
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2. |
Captain
02:37
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Like a rolling wind on a breathless night
Or a ball of fire in heat so high
I'll take my chances
Hold them tight
Captain my boat
On unforgiving tides
The shore I seek
Is an elusive beast
A parched mirage
For tired feet
Like the threat of thunder
I've felt it near
With my heart asunder
It quickly disappears
Written on the page in a restless scrawl
My words seems brave while I feel small
I'll steer my boat
Aim for a home
I haven't found
But I'd like to call my own
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3. |
Found
04:07
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I grew up on the promise of the city
A chance to shed my skin, try new shoes
The promise I clung to, it didn't fit me
The city I thought was mine I never knew
Is it simpler to know who you are or who you wanna be?
How can you tell what's fake and what is true?
I don't feel deep down that there's a part of me
That knows what the hell it is I'm supposed to do
Maybe one day I'll know what it feels like to be found
But I chose what I chose
On this godless road will I truly know
The day I am found?
Is this all a symptom of my age
Where all I can do is learn from what I see?
Or is this all symptom of my brain?
If so, I don't see what hope there is for me
I know what lays behind lies within
Though I tend to romanticise yesterday
I wish I could be generous again
I don't know what possess me to be this way
Maybe one day I'll know what it feels like to be found
But I chose what I chose
On this godless road will I truly know
The day I am found?
I grew up on the promise of the city
The promise I clung to, it didn't fit me
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4. |
Here's To Next Year
03:54
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Quiet rooms and solitude
Fickle glimmers of 'I'd like to get to know you'
And a black cloud and a black dog
To shadow where I go
I'd like to listen to the voice that says
You're never truly alone
Coz if the day's been tough doesn't mean the next one will be tougher
And the sun will rise one morning after another
Tonight we'll raise a glass
And in echoes and cheers
We'll look to the sky
Look each other in the eye
And say
Here's to next year
Oh, what do I know?
As the years get higher the faster they go
Time spent looking in
Detracts from what stands here
I'd like to listen to the voice that says
You've nothing to fear
Coz if the day's been tough doesn't mean the next one will be tougher
And the sun will rise one morning after another
Tonight we'll raise a glass
And in echoes and cheers
We'll look to the sky
Look each other in the eye
And say
Here's to next year
I don't think time has learned how to take it slow
I'm always running hard to catch a moment before it goes
Don't think that I wanna learn how to take it slow
I'm always running hard from what I know
Coz if the year's been tough doesn't mean the next one will be tougher
And the sun will rise one morning after another
Tonight we'll raise a glass
And in echoes and cheers
We'll look to the sky
Look each other in the eye
And say
Here's to next year
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5. |
Mind Over Matter
03:42
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Coming home late from a night of drinking whisky straight
On my knees saying, 'Lord above please won't you give me release?'
The sins that I'm praying for the Lord ignores
He ain't got no, got no, got no cure
But here I am am on my bed at 2am
Singing songs about a god I don't believe in
Coz in the stories that I'm reading, that I'm hearing
Well, he's always featuring
Ain't it funny when the things you thought you knew
Come back as a question
Guess we all need something, something, something to believe in
If I'm mind over matter
Where does my body fit in?
If I'm mind over matter
Is it real the pain I'm feeling?
If I'm mind over matter
Where does my body fit in?
If I'm mind over matter
Where has my control been hiding?
I've always been a fan of coincidence and chance
Have never seen my life as some grand plan
I'm a mind and body taking space, nothin' more
I'm a mind and a body, constantly at war
But here I am am on my bed at 2am
Singing songs about a god I don't believe in
Coz in the story that I'm living, that I'm speaking
Well, I don't need him
Ain't it funny when the things you're unsure of
Come back as reasons
To not find something, something, something to believe in
If I'm mind over matter
Where does my body fit in?
If I'm mind over matter
Is it real the pain I'm feeling?
If I'm mind over matter
Where does my body fit in?
If I'm mind over matter
Where has my control been hiding?
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