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Pathological Liar
02:48
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You’re not a pathological liar
Someone from your class really jumped to their death
From the top of William James Hall one February morning
The timeline checks out
I wish the Harvard Crimson could be my witness of that night
Buying sodas at the 7/11
I hate the end I saw
I was full of shit when I was 26
You’re not an ugly crier
But I was, so I broke up by text
Freeway backseat flier
Would you admit you miss the sex?
When I was sick at Christmas
You took care of me, you said you loved me
I hate the end I saw
Sorry I invoked Andromeda, sorry I spoke too soon
No, I wasn’t out, barely knew myself
You’re a painting of the moon
I was full of shit cuz I was 26
You got the wife you wanted
Got the babe you wanted
I got the life I wanted
Every day’s a new song
Gonna be hard to forget that love
Gonna be hard to lose that part of myself
Gonna hurt to move on, make a new start
Know myself and learn my heart
Gonna be hard to get locked out
Gonna be hard when you never wanna talk
Gonna hurt to move on, make a new start
Know myself and learn my heart
I know the end I want
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2. |
Big Mirrors
02:34
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Step into my office
Big mirrors in the closet
In the barysphere
Thermal convection
Lateral variation
Superrotation
Now you’re at it again
Thinking with your other head
Losing your friends
What did you expect to happen when you went and listened to your heart?
Four flights of stairs
Had enough of the glare
In the photosphere
Big lips are swollen
Saturn’s returning
Magnetic moment
You’re at it again
Messing with your closest friends
Losing your head
What did you expect to happen when you went and listened to it?
What did you expect to happen when you went and listened to your heart?
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3. |
DB3
02:57
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I’m in love with how you think I must be doing now
I’ve accomplished so much more this year
Ready as I’ve ever been for vengeance and renown
You put yourself together then you tear it back down, yeah
Bi, straight or gay
He, she or they
It doesn’t matter
We just wanna get laid by someone pretty
Show me your stripes
I’ll show you my bite and I’ll
Rip down the walls for you
Do you wanna, do do you wanna wanna
David Bowie party dancing in heaven yeah
Do you wanna, do do you wanna wanna
David Bowie 3way
I’m in love with how you think I must be holding on
I’ve improved, there’s no going back to normal
Ready as I’ve ever been for taking on the town
You put it all together then tear it back down, yeah
Bi, straight or gay
He, she or they
It doesn’t matter
We just wanna get laid by someone pretty
Show me your stripes
I’ll show you my bite and I’ll
Rip down the walls for you
So do you wanna c’mon!
Do you wanna, do do you wanna wanna…
Do you wanna, do do you wanna wanna…
Do you wanna, do do you wanna wanna
David Bowie party dancing in heaven yeah
Do you wanna, do do you wanna wanna
David Bowie 3way x2
Bi, straight or gay
He, she or they
It doesn’t matter
We just wanna get laid by someone pretty
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4. |
Seeds
03:11
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Plant seeds in mind
On my birthday
Startled enterprise
Collecting money
Clap hands to mics
Put on that record, dummy
A crooked hairline smile
Are you trying to kill me?
Sleep deprived starry eyes
Collide, the constellations call
Shining in silver lies
Don’t ask, don’t tell, just play guitar
Bite the Northern Spy
I bloom belated
Dream about my life
Illuminated
Lay down the tracks
And tell another story
Tearing up the reel
Sanity is a hook you play
Sleep deprived starry eyes
Collide, the constellations call
Shining in silver lies
It’s way too bright to call it a night
You’re never what I think
If you’re rhythm, I’m the lead
Revolving round basement bars
Don’t ask, don’t tell, just play guitar
Don’t ask, don’t tell, just play guitar
Don’t ask, don’t tell, just stay here
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Comeback
03:36
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Sewing a stitch in my right
Retouched and running all night
It’s just a twitch of the eye
That pent-up visceral fight
Living in hours too late
Collective consciousness weight
Last calls and long-lost restraint
In thrall and mouthing all the words
You look perfect
With your mouth open wide like you came
Don’t you know that?
You were made for this stage
And I wish that I could leave and I could come back
So I could be there in the day
Comeback, comeback
Distortion on my guitar
Scattering dust on the floor
There’s Francis coming along
Blonde hair and coke in the john
If Teri’s climbing the pole
Downstairs and changing the pulse
Then Marfred’s holding us all
In thrall with starlight with no words
You look perfect
With your mouth open wide like you came
Don’t you know that?
You were made for this stage
And I wish that I could leave and I could come back
So I could be there in the day
Comeback, comeback x3
Catching the rain at Royale
In line and shaking the cold
Messed up among the unknowns
Our Thursday best at the church of Michelle
How did it go?
Monira said with a joke
Well, of course I went home
Of course I misspoke
Shining the hours to gold
Unfolding mirrors in the dark
Preserving character arcs
In thrall and waiting for the words
Comeback, comeback, comeback
You look perfect
With your mouth open wide like you came
Don’t you know that?
You were made for this stage
And I wish that I could leave and I could come back
So I could be there in the day
Comeback x11
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