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Take The Cake
02:37
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I used to know someone before they became somebody else.
The faces change, but I have not.
And characters from the same book
are now all songs with different hooks,
and they all live on different shelves.
Words are all I got now.
Missed the mark,
hit with the curse.
Midas touch thrown in reverse.
Wanted what's best, but got the worst.
All I want is what you took.
Friends don't last
I thought you would.
I'm glad I was wrong.
Words won't break your bones,
but I hope these cut you deep.
That's good enough for me.
I'm glad you like your new found friends.
Never too old to play pretend.
When they're gone you're alone again.
So make your choices.
No one cares.
Take your cake.
I'll take the stairs.
Tie the rope and I'll kick the chair.
Words won't break your bones,
but I hope these cut you deep.
That's good enough for me.
I see you falling out
and your shadow beneath.
I'm eager for the two to meet.
Being around you now is like pulling teeth.
It's more than just a phase.
Let me hold you down.
I'd love to show you the way pulling teeth can be
more than just a phrase.
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2. |
Casino Night
02:37
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This oxygen is burning my throat.
All I want's a hot knife
to cut me open
and turn me on
under your microscope eyes.
I will try to but I can't.
Fool me once won't happen again.
The hardest way is how I learn my lessons.
The punches coming one by two.
My eyes as black as yours are blue.
Nothing cuts quite like the truth.
Brought you some flowers and a card that read
"Don't get well too soon."
Cause I'm not.
This oxygen is burning my throat.
All I want's a hot knife
to cut me open
and turn me on
under your microscope eyes.
I saw you just the other day.
I bet you have a million ways
that you'd love to watch me die.
But that's just not my style.
I'll just sit and smile.
It's not even worth a try.
I've got my nose against the glass.
I need more tickets for the prize.
This oxygen is burning my throat.
All I want's a hot knife
to cut me open
and turn me on
under your microscope eyes.
Misreading everything.
Misreading everything.
Misreading everything.
Misery in everything.
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