1. |
Not Yours To Take
03:31
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Under your spell
In the games that you play,
I’m going to Hell
for everything I wanna say
when the night comes in, will you still be alone?
when the night comes in, would you take me home?
Hurry up and wait
Well the streets are dead,
and I can't catch a cab
it's a Sunday I guess
We danced in the apartment,
sweaty mess and barely dressed
it's Sunday I guess
nothing ventured, nothing gained, new friends make love but don't know names
and every Kelly on Queen wants the same damn thing
Hurry up and wait! Hurry up and wait!
Under your spell
I wait for the fever to break,
I'm going to Hell
with all your favourite mistakes
hurry up and wait
nothing left to say, there's no love to make, I'm not yours to take
hurry up and wait
nothing left to say, there's no love to make, I'm not yours to take
hurry up and wait
nothing left to say, there's no love to make, I'm not yours to take
hurry up and wait
nothing left to say, there's no love to make, I'm not yours to take
not yours to take, not yours to take, not yours to take
I’m not yours to take
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2. |
Drown
04:04
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Drop dead
Go to hell
Spent your fortunes in the wishing well
Can’t keep everything
Surrender what you got to me
One time is never enough
The thirst is always untouched
Money comes, and money blows
Through your fingers, through your toes.
Drown
A thousand sapless souls wait at the well of her word
Her word, very much like her love was hollow, black and gutted
And from there I dive head first into the abyss,
Waiting for water in the bottomless pit
Will I ever reach it?
Will I ever reach it?
Drown
On and on the story goes
Through your fingers through your toes
One time is never enough
And the thirst is untouched
Money comes and money blows
Through you finger through your toes
On and on the story goes, on and on the story goes
Money comes and money blows
Through you finger through your toes
Once you know its never enough
On and on the story goes
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3. |
Abattoir
03:10
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Endless summer, workin' in the Abattoir
I clock in vacant like the trucks that leave
Fear the man with the genocidal hand
I can't wash the blood off of mine.
Sweet fallen angels they light up the sky
I'm In the back seat watching you drive.
Come on baby I can see that look in your eye
We'll get by another night, 'til the look of love is gone.
Spent that summer reading your mind.
Felt so alone when our bodies collide.
Like the wage thief gets denied, there's no return on stolen time.
Sweet fallen angels they light up the sky
I'm In the back seat watching you cry.
Come on baby wipe the tears from your eyes.
We'll get by another night, 'til the look of love is gone.
Here come the bad dreams, here come the nightmares
Here come your fears and your doubts.
Here come the nightmares, here come the bad dreams
Here come your fears and your doubts.
We'll get by another night, 'til the look of love is gone.
We'll get by another night, 'til the look of love is gone.
We'll get by another night, 'til the look of love is gone.
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4. |
Not There Yet
03:57
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I know that you gotta go
And I always keep you waiting Overthink another drink, all your friends are gone
To make love to strangers while the city sleeps
Not there yet Not there yet
I know, that you gotta go
(but I'm not there yet)
And I'm getting tired of waiting (but I'm not there yet)
Vicious waves of fear, hold your breath and ride the tide
No ones fault at all Days that slip away Try and sleep it off Try and sleep it off
Not there yet Not there yet Not there yet
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5. |
Luxor Shoes
02:37
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I saw you walkin through the city
Your face looked dead
Your actions too
I’d rather see you leavin in some Luxor shoes
Apathy is not an option
When your heart is true
In your Luxor Shoes, ya those Luxor Shoes
Donate my adidas,
you know I don’t need ‘em
I walk around town
My soul feels right
My heels don’t bite
My toes are shined
In my Luxor Shoes, my Luxor Shoes
I saw you walkin through the city
Your face looked dead
Those actions too
I’d rather see you leavin in some Luxor shoes
Apathy is not an option
When your heart is true
In your Luxor Shoes, ya those Luxor Shoes
Donate my adidas,
you know I don’t need ‘em
I walk around town
My soul feels right
My heels don’t bite
My toes are shined
In my Luxor Shoes, my Luxor Shoes
Donate my adidas,
you know I don’t need ‘em
I walk around town
My soul feels right
My heels don’t bite
My toes are shined
In my Luxor Shoes, my heart is true
I’m my Luxor Shoes, my Luxor Shoes
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Sitting in ignorance
of every bottle ever emptied
Some lives were meant to just be poured away.
If the rain decides to fall, will it wash away your ashes? Wait to be reborn again some day.
Well the Pill Mills are runnin, they hallow out the rust belt cities holding on for dear life.
Abandoned factories become a tool shed for your vices, the bodies come and go every night.
Salvation in the Neon Light
Out in the streets, were you lookin for me?
Out by the tracks, your face lit up in red.
Out in the streets, were you lookin for me?
Salvation in the Neon Light
Salvation in the Neon Light
Salvation in the Neon Light
Salvation in the Neon
Out in the streets, were you lookin for me?
Out by the stacks, your face lit up in red.
Out in the streets, heartbreak at your feet
Eternity in your eyes.
Will we make it out alive?
When it’s half-cut night after night
I heard you lookin for me out in the streets
I found salvation in the Neon Light
Will we make it out alive?
When we’re half-cut night after night
and you’re lookin for me out in the streets
I found Salvation in the Neon Light
I found Salvation in the Neon Light
I found Salvation in the Neon Light
Salvation in the Neon Light
X.
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