1. |
Uno
02:15
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Uno
we were born of a certain fire
we ran on the balls of our feet
towards the sun
leaned forward
blonde hair and two awkward knees
shaved heads, missing teeth
that god-like magic
have we lost it? what happened?
don’t let it be dead
wake it up, wake it up
with our eyes wide open and wild
in hopes to find
reasons to breathe
in these scraps of life
there’s a fire in your chest
let it spill from your mouth
with our eyes wide open and wild
in hopes to find
reasons to breathe
in the scraps of life
shakey hands clinch a fist
this is it, this is it.
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2. |
Dose
02:50
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Dose
if there’s a hope left in this world
i’ll stick around and help you find it
and while i may not hold it dearly,
perhaps we all could be reminded
when frustration overwhelms
and a love decides to leave us
all the grief is spread around
the way a verse becomes a chorus
it’s not that i know,
but that i have weighed
so as you levitate somewhere
between the carpet and the ceiling
and the drugs help you slip into
o’ that old familiar feeling
and the sleep it never comes
every day just finds you angry
throwing punches at the ghosts
of all the things that you find shame in
And who you are, is not the messes that you’ve made
it is the sum of what you’ve lived through
it is the things that haven’t killed you
this is the gray we call home
every day is a fight we’ve already lost
this is the gray we call home
each day is a fight that we’ve already lost
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3. |
Tres
02:47
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Tres
pacing halls with folded hands
i swear i am on fire
swinging hammers at my thoughts
i’m just so frustrated and tired
should I be forced to face tomorrow
world, forget my name
the sun sinks down on southern towns
and for me, it does the same
and this is not a song about balance
though i understand it’s hard
but if you love me, ask me nothing
let rest my worried heart
leave a trail of smoke to trace
where all my troubles start
surely others feel the same
i just don’t know who they are
they say that home is where the heart is
well mine’s spread across the map
in the corners of my mind
and in moments long collapsed
every word i couldn’t say
every time that I retract
it falls apart and fades away
until the house is all but black
but i can still find my way
run my hands along the walls
every door frame and tile
with careful steps when i walk
but i guess that’s what it is
to be alive, i mean
keep moving through the dark
’til the sun comes up again
they say that home is where the heart is
well mine’s spread across the map
in the corners of my mind
and in moments long collapsed
every word i couldn’t say
every time that I retract
it falls apart and fades away
’til the house is all but black
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4. |
Quatro
03:16
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Quatro
maybe if we traced our lives
back to the very moment
that we realized everyone
we’d ever love or trust
would leave us
we would find
ourselves
in pure form
It’s just so hard to swallow
the choices that we’ve made
the hearts wrung dry
and all of the walking away
poison, medicine, whatever
it’s bitter to the taste
hindsight's something that will haunt us
for all our natural days
but I will stand next to mine
in the warmth of the sun
feel it shine on my face
and start the moving on
crack loose the cage of my heart
unclinch the hands of the dark
for a change
for a change
if you’ve done me wrong
here and now it’s washed away
free and clear, it’s all gone
go and stand in the sun
It’s just so hard to swallow
the choices we’ve made
the hearts wrung dry
and the walking away
poison, medicine, whatever
it’s bitter to the taste
hindsight's something that will haunt us
for all our natural days
but I will stand next to mine
in the warmth of the sun
feel it shine on my face
and start the moving on
crack loose the cage of my heart
unclinch the hands of the dark
for a change
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