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Faces I
05:15
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There's a certain darkness, but it's all contrived
Must be a loose connection, or too much overdrive
We're dying to be heard now, to be bought and sold
A branded sonic value, isn't that the goal?
Playing rock 'n' roll
No one hears the words
I recognize the faces, some they know me too
I start a conversation, my mouth it turns to blue
There's really nothing else now, just energy and time
A little dedication, I'll live a life that's mine
There's a certain darkness, beautiful and real
If I live a life of comfort, will I ever heal?
Try not to think about it, all that's left unseen
I'm a creative animal, not a human being
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Watching & Waiting
03:49
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I'm just sleeping and waking
Two men watching and waiting
Time goes by, but I don't notice
Left and right, never slowing
Yeah you're looking real good in the underground
Just like every other guy that you see around
You can lose yourself while you change your mind
Or you can wear yourself out in the waiting line
Yeah you're looking real good in the underground
But we're just screaming in a void, it don't make a sound
And when you try so hard but all you feel is defeat
And you just want somebody to make you feel okay
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3. |
Denim Jesus
05:22
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Your eyes been down so long
Always waiting for a taste
Make your record, carve it out
Something no one can erase
Everyone’s a hero
No one left to be saved
We’ll get our turn in time
So long as we’re well-behaved
They say I’m doing fine
Miss that California life
All your compass points are gone
You see the world in blank and white
We never asked for this
But we’ll take it anyway
And we’ll always be too young
So go on and turn the page
Shake it off
Shake it off in time
Shake it off
We’re taking off this time
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4. |
Everywhere I Look
04:52
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Everywhere I look, faces the same
Everywhere I look
Everywhere I look, faces are strange
Everywhere I look
Going back to the place where I saw that girl in the window
'Cause when I see that face I know just where I've been
Anything I do, I'm gonna be fine
Anything I do
Anything I do, I'm taking my time, yeah
With anything I do
Going back to the place where I saw that girl in the window
'Cause when I see that face I know just where I've been
Going back to the place where I saw that girl in the window
I gotta keep on going to know where I began
Everywhere I look, faces the same
Everywhere I look
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5. |
Faces II
04:41
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One day I was standing in the backyard
You could barely recognize my face
And everything was packed in little boxes
Yeah everything was all done up with tape
One day I was standing in a white room
All these tiny faces look the same
And even though to me he was a stranger
Somehow I already knew his name
Some days I can't seem to get it started
Some days I can't recognize my face
It seems as though I just missed my connection
Could be I knew the time but not the place
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6. |
Night of the Knife
03:33
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I filled the pages every single day
The numbers changed the words all stayed the same
I woke up from a life I never wanted for myself
Turned it in and then I turned away
A better life; a longer shopping list
The photoshopped allure I can't resist
I woke up from a lie I never wanted for myself
A mandate for a new domestic bliss
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7. |
Time Being
03:22
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Hanging around here again
Forgetting the names of my friends
It's hard to see the other side
Does anyone feel satisfied?
This should feel new, a change of pace
Just stand and gawk as I run in place
But oh, I won't look back
Who's got time for that?
I've weighed the small victories
Against what I'll never achieve
I've read it all, the things I said
Typo's aside, it goes to my head
This should feel new, a change of pace
I long for chaos when things fall in place
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8. |
Naked
03:21
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Woke up way too late
It’s noon on Tuesday
Been stoned a few days
That’s how you lose days
You might die young before you make it
You might just feel like you are naked
Stayed up for too long
And wrote a new song
Where has my youth gone?
Why can’t I move on?
You might die young before you make it
You might just feel like you are naked
You’re close enough, but you can’t taste it
'Cause you’re so bored from all the waiting
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