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Sleep Alone Tonight
02:57
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It's time to leave this town,
the only memories left are sour.
'Feels like it shouldn't make sense,
to talk about 'us' in the past tense
The fireworks are boring now that smoke has filled the sky, we've dug a trench in this bed, we sleep spine-to-spine.
We know we're living separate lives,
now we've got stars, not hearts, in our eyes
We'll sleep alone tonight,
with nothing in our beds, they're empty on one side.
And as our bodies lie,
we'll dream of waking up and having not to say goodbye
Strangers in our own home,
my mind won't leave me alone.
'Feels like it shouldn't make sense,
to talk about us, in the past tense.
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2. |
Not Around
03:20
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I lie awake at night and think of times we traversed the city, your hand in mine. Through traffic lights and unseen sights with hearts colliding, at 23 it sickens me to see you sighing.
We bide our time in factories of words, from the cradle to a grave with the others in the herd. Something sometimes helps us on our way, until the cold world returns us to our symphony of decay.
When you were by my side, everything was alright. I'll see you in a next life. Now i'm not around, fake smiles and scars abound. I'll see you in a next life
I lie awake at night with these thoughts of mine, stalked the empty city a thousand times. I can't fix a gaze, exhuasted ways to say that I miss you. I can't write these wrongs with thoughts of songs, the ones that we both knew.
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Whites Of Your Eyes
02:50
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Up the stairs to your small room, close the door and I'll disappear into you. Now I can't see, I just grope air. Your heartbeat's enough to know that you're there. The moon throws light back in, illuminates
your perfect skin. Your incandescent eyes burn into mine and we're each others.
I can see the whites of your eyes, I can see your lips when you smile. Don't wake me, don't wake me up. I can taste your tongue when we kiss, I can feel the warmth in your lips. Don't wake me, don't wake me up.
Down the stairs to another late bar, grab a seat and let's forget where we are. Now I can't see, I just grope hair, your heartbeat's enough to know that you're there. Your hand it brushes mine as sour's downed then saccharine. Collapse into my fumbling arms now we're each others.
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Home From Home
02:41
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Those eyes, this pounding heart, kick this night off to a perfect start. These drinks, this lighting dips, I love the way words trickle off your lips. Don't change, this moment's right, start it and end it a perfect night. Three sips, these drinks are done. Do what you can, while you can, when you're young.
One day we will die but forget that tonight,
Let me hold you close, keep it in mind the most beautiful thing, we have here in our hands and it's ours.
When the stars shine we'll stay up all night, with our love we'll paint this town black and white. If you said 'where is your home'? I'd say that it's here, in your arms.
This clock, this ticking time, waiting and wanting your hand in mine. Three sips, these drinks are done. Do what you can, while you can, when you're young.
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Lean Towards The Light
03:39
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You woke up from a bad dream, threw out a hand to catch a scream. I see the two of us, arm in arm but poles apart. Is this messy love better than none? And will you think of these times when you've left and I'm gone? It's so strange how you decorate your pain.
The sun shines at mine, there's only rain outside your window and it tells me it's time I let you go.
'You lean towards the light' I said, 'then you take a turn and dive into the dark'. And all the things they might have said won't help you now (you hug your sadness like a doll).
You took up dancing to forget, another drink brings more regret I see the two of us, hand in hand but poles apart. You know your hair hides more than your eyes, is it a headphone headache or a flimsy disguise? It's so strange how you decorate your
pain.
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Chauffeurs
03:29
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We twitch in time to songs that we pretend to like, smoky hair entwines in purple light. Half-truths slip from lips as eyes gravitate to hips, we'll be lovers just for one night.
But you can't fall in love over 160 characters, when the dark obscures our real intentions.
I will only break your heart, I'll only let you down. I'm only human not the heroes in your stories. I will only break your heart, I'll only let you down. I'm only human now.
We twitch in time beneath your broken bedroom light, as I fall into your arms. Sunday morning head that wishes we were back in bed, but we
were lovers just for one night.
Drink up and tell each other lies, we touch with hearts we've cast aside. Bed covers hide our eyes, with no more warmth or comfort in them. As if by magic something's said, through neon lights of green and red. Wrong number saved in a mobile phone, like a chauffeur shame will drive us home.
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