1. |
More Than a 10
02:56
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None of this easy, 151 liquor
We have to look at the smaller picture
We have to think less and act much quicker
I have trouble to walk, she’s my Achilles heel
Blindfolded and behind the wheel
We rely only on ability to feel
Love’s a slot machine
She’s a pretty penny
I don’t have the odds
But I still envision winning
And I'll keep spinning
And I'll keep spending
I’m a socialist
What’s the difference to me
Pep talk slow clap
Been there been back
Real life no laugh track
If all this has just been an act then I’d give her the part
If she’s just trying to be hip I’d give her coffee and art
When I asked her for her phone I knew I had to be smart
I don’t care how this ends I just care how it starts
Love’s a slot machine
She’s a pretty penny
I don’t have the odds
But I still envision winning
And I'll keep spinning
And I'll keep spending
I’m a socialist
What’s the difference to me
Pep talk slow clap
Been there been back
Real life no laugh track
I still have my delusions
And my delusions have contusions
Everything I learn about her
It only adds to the confusion
If she was a loan I’d call yen
Such money in the bank it’s un-American
If she were a founder she’d be Alex Hamilton
More than just a 10
More than just a 10
More than just a 10
More games than ESPN
Love’s a slot machine
She’s a pretty penny
I don’t have the odds
But I still envision winning
And I'll keep spinning
And I'll keep spending
I’m a socialist
What’s the difference to me
Pep talk slow clap
Been there been back
Real life no laugh track
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2. |
Everything Else 2nd
02:42
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The night kicks off like a blank canvas, clean
Before it starts looking like a Jackson Pollock painting
If you don’t wear clothes then you’ve got no scene
And it’s harder to be found during hide and go seek
It’s a quiet neighborhood except for us
Skinny jeans and vans we don’t take the bus
24 hours aren’t enough in a day
With the sun coming up and the beach a bike ride away
I’m not saying we can change the Earth
But this summer we’ll turn southern Sweden into Perth
Everything else second friends are first
No matter how good she looks or how hard she tries
Black v-neck overdressed
Too much fabric too little chest
About to hit the stage and starting to sweat
Serve it again because the first was a let
I shower in the front yard with the garden hose
Klokken 3 no sleep nobody knows
24 clocks aren’t enough in a day
With the sun coming up and the beach a bike ride away
I’m not saying we can change the Earth
But this summer we’ll turn southern Sweden into Perth
Everything else second friends are first
No matter how good she looks or how hard she tries
Don’t tip off TMZ because I have my whole crew right here with me
Hightalkers on level ten
It’s the fastest three months there’s ever been
I’m not saying we can change the Earth
But next summer we’ll turn southern Sweden into Perth
Everything else seconds friends are first
No matter how good she looks or how that hard she tries
Don’t tip off TMZ because I have my whole crew right here with me
Hightalkers on level tio
Banging out all the best songs we know
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3. |
Hold My Breath
02:48
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We can't learn anything new
This is all we know how to do
We make a gamble and then we make two
Dial tone
Die alone
We have nowhere left to call home
Our favorite memories become the first ones that we wish we could lose
We were turning a corner
Then we turned into to a wall
The reflection in the rear-view mirror was the last thing that I saw
No chance to turn over new leaves
On the last day of the Fall
Nothing that we did before will ever matter at all
She was a part of me now I am a part of myself
There's no less weight hanging your fears on someone else
Dial tone
Die alone
We build walls when we're on our own
With cannons and moats to fortify the ground we've battled to gain
We were turning a corner
Then we turned into to a wall
The reflection in the rear-view mirror was the last thing that I saw
No chance to turn over new leaves
On the last day of the Fall
Nothing that we did before will ever matter at all
I'll hold my breath before I let the water fill up my lungs
I fell asleep in the Midwest and woke up in the ocean
I'll hold my breath until the death of wishes that she'll write or call
I don't forget
The day we met
Was just the first day of the fall
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4. |
The Best Revenge
03:12
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Living well is the best revenge
Second best is dating one of her friends
She moves on like an 80’s trend
In a hipster district at the season’s end
Your world is upside down
And you’re not a bat you don’t sleep like that
If I wanted her less she would want me back
If I could play defense I know she’d attack
All my muscle memory remembers you pressed against me
If walls could talk then they’d have some things to say
And all my muscle memory remembers you on hands and knees
Everything else just keeps on fading away
It must have been like a cactus
Trying to grow leaves
And I was so out of practice
Locking the world out and losing the keys
And I second guessed it
But still I let her in closer
And as we got closer
We only got closer to the hangover
All my muscle memory remembers you pressed against me
If walls could talk then they’d have some things to say
And all my muscle memory remembers you on hands and knees
Everything else just keeps on fading away
How can you feel imprisoned by the one who let you go
Like your life is a song and you’re missing every note
I am making a mess of love messages she wrote
Naked photos going in the trash
All my muscle memory remembers you pressed against me
And all my muscle memory remembers you on hands and knees
And all the rest fades away
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