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Stranger
04:16
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You were just a stranger
when we started out
I knew we were danger
but I sought you out
Thought you'd take my body
took my soul instead
There's no being sorry
There'll be no regrets
I'm a slave to the illusion
that this self-imposed confusion
Makes me prisoner to my senses
and yet sets me free
While you cook up my addiction
I'll re-double my conviction
seeking refuge
my indulgence is a sweet relief
I wish I could hate you
and love me instead
but I'd rather stay true
tangled in your web
So when this is over
and we wind up dead
we'll blaze out like fire
or a flood of red
I'm a slave to the illusion
that this self-imposed confusion
Makes me prisoner to my senses
and yet sets me free
While you cook up my addiction
I'll re-double my conviction
seeking refuge
my indulgence is a sweet relief
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Miserable
02:40
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Kept your distance
all the lying
made believe that you were trying
Don't pretend that you're as miserable
you were never here to see
If the love you had was visceral
I find you hard to believe
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Pretending
03:46
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I could tell you that I love you
But a lie won't pull us through
and I wish I shared your feelings
but pretending just won't do
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4. |
Unhappy Home
02:21
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point out all your flaws
play on all your fears
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Regrets
02:33
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by the time I noticed fate
it whispered "now its too late"
lovers had and lovers gone
you're going to die alone
"do you wish you'd had a babe."
I told her I'd been afraid
what if she turns out to be miserable, just like me
doesn't matter now
may as well avow
doesn't matter now
lay down your regrets
wonder will I be forgotten
whenever I'm dead and rotten
and the things that I hold dear
scatter, break, dispensary
its quite easy to forget
self-criticize and regret
what's it matter when you're gone
be glad you were ever born
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izabellizima Houston, Texas
I spend a lot of time in my room with my instruments brooding. It's cheaper than therapy.
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