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Mystique
02:20
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Hey there green eyed girl staring across the room.
Do you mind if I come over and sit next to you?
Don't mean to be a bother, just wanted to say
You're the most wonderful thing I've ever seen in this place.
And I know I just met you but please tell me what's it gonna take
To get you out of this bar and somewhere more subtle.
It's too loud for good company and conversation.
I know you'll never make it easy for me.
I'm awestruck. Feeling foolish, drawn in by your mystique.
Drinking a scotch neat as I try to break the ice.
Nothing comes out right as I stare into your eyes.
They're so stunning, yet so judging.
¿Qué estás pensando dama? Yo no sé.
I hate these games, but I know you're a sure thing.
And I know that the night's not through but please tell me what's it gonna take
To get you out of this bar and somewhere more subtle.
It's too loud for good company and conversation.
I know you'll never make it easy for me.
I'm awestruck. Feeling foolish, drawn in by your mystique.
To show you how I feel all up in my chest.
I can't believe what happens next.
Why is my heart inside your hand?
Why is my heart inside your hand?
This is what I get. It's not fair. Just answer the question.
Why is my heart inside of your hand?
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270 & Counting
02:51
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I remember way back to my first crush.
She didn't care if it hurt, saying "I wouldn't date you if you were the last man on Earth."
You don't know what it's like to be me,
Barely fitting in double x tees.
I fell in love and broke it.
Do you ever feel so insecure?
The pain you feel that you deserve?
Never do it for me, but for somebody else.
I gotta do something before it's too late.
Maybe it's time for a change.
My body is a temple but I treat it like the streets.
Filling it with garbage, letting anyone walk over me.
I gotta keep these bad thoughts at bay.
Let's pretend that it's raining.
Wash the grime and footprints away.
Do you ever feel so insecure?
The pain you feel that you deserve?
Never do it for me, but for somebody else.
I gotta do something before it's too late.
Maybe it's time for a change.
What will it take?
A heart attack.
It's too late.
As the sun hits my face
And I ignore my alarm
I will dread this day and ask
For strength and pray.
Man, I swear sometimes God screens my calls.
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Kona Blues
03:01
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I wanna feel the sunburn.
Man, I'd kill to feel anything.
To distract me from anxiety.
A different kind of pain.
So don't pass the sunscreen.
Don't feel bad for me.
I could lay here for hours.
It's nothing new to feel the sting.
Let the waves crash over me.
Let the tide pull me in.
So I can see, in this moment,
If I miss this.
I wanna be back there again.
At a house by the sand.
Chilling with a couple friends,
And a case that never ends.
But no, back here again.
No one seems to listen.
They can't stop for a second.
They're always moving.
Don't they know there's a world outside?
Are they even happy? So content?
They think they have their whole lives,
But that's the problem.
They think they have time.
I don't wanna waste away.
I don't know if I want to stay.
I don't want to stay.
I don't wanna waste away.
But it's these four words that haunt me everyday:
Nothing gold can stay.
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Daydreaming On The Clock
03:21
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Looking back at age eighteen
Where I was told to follow this old routine,
Where you go to school and pay your debt.
You work, lose your hair, and succumb to the stress.
If only I had a dollar for each condescending remark that I'm working blue collar,
It would turn white.
Been overthinking these things that are racking my brain.
Trying so damn hard to live against the grain.
I don't wanna be left behind but did I fuck up this time?
Maybe I should've went upstate when I had the chance.
Go back to school for a better job, a whole new set of friends.
Taken my old mans advice in the pursuit of a better life.
To sell my guitar, and give up my dreams.
Oh no, I do this every damn time.
I learned how to make a living but not how to live my life.
I don't want the weight of regret as I crawl to my death bed.
Maybe I should've went upstate when I had the chance.
Go back to school for a better job, a whole new set of friends.
Taken my old mans advice in the pursuit of a better life.
To sell my guitar, and give up my dreams.
Alright, it's time to incite.
And rewrite my fate in spite of a seemingly hopeless future painted black and white.
And I'd rather not waste my time and fight with someone who don't treat me right.
Tonight, my chains are broken.
And now I'm free.
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