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TIB
01:48
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2. |
Neck Deep
04:30
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When all your friends are gone,
and you don't know what went wrong,
and all those you once knew,
always end up hating you,
Well, you might be neck deep,
but this doesn't feel so steep.
Just don't let it drag you down,
just lift up that head, man, all right?
When all your love is gone,
and you just can't move on,
and the drugs have lost their kick,
now you're stuck in the thick of it,
Well, you must be neck deep,
'cause this time it feels too steep,
and you let it drag you down
'cause you lost your head man, ain't that right?
Yeah, all your friends are cons,
and your love's not that strong,
and life it feels so long,
but please keep holding on.
When all your friends are gone,
when all your love is gone,
when all your hope is gone,
just please keep holding on.
When all your friends are gone,
when all your love is gone,
when all your hope is gone,
just please keep holding on.
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3. |
Losing It
06:22
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I sit in showers and count the hours,
awaiting moments that never seem to arrive.
The water beats upon my shoulders as they
grow so cold, grow so old,
as days go by,
this fire inside is burning out without a doubt.
It's funny how things don't work out,
and when they do, and when they do,
there's only doubt.
Only tears will follow through the years,
and when they come you'll be too numb,
to let them phase you at all.
Only tears will follow through the years,
weighing down on all those dreams,
they never were what they seemed.
Only tears will follow through the years,
and when they do,
don't let them through, don't let them through,
don't let them through.
The water swirls on down the drain,
and I wish to flow down the same vein,
and reach a place to remain.
All we ask is to be loved and understood,
but no one does what they should,
and if they could,
do you think they really would?
See?
That's the trouble in making good.
Well, what's left to do,
when this was all you really knew?
Yet I wait for these moments to arrive,
but until then,
I'll find some hope to revive.
Only tears will follow through the years,
and when they come you'll be too numb,
to let them phase you at all.
Only tears will follow through the years,
weighing down on all those dreams,
they never were what they seemed.
Only tears will follow through the years,
and when they do,
don't let them through, don't let them through,
don't let them through.
Only tears will follow,
always following, always following.
Only tears will follow,
always following, always following.
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4. |
Kuma
04:19
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Today, I lost a brother,
and my best friend.
And although my heart is broken,
it's with bittersweet relief.
Oh, Kuma,
Oh, Kuma.
It seems that time is crystal clear,
we're doomed the day that we get here.
I'll forever miss the way you chased your tail,
and the way you ran around the room,
like a hound straight out of hell.
And the cancer, and the cancer,
it may take your body,
but not your soul,
not you soul, no, not your soul.
Oh, Kuma,
Oh, Kuma.
It seems that time is crystal clear,
we're doomed the day that we get here.
Oh, try,
please try,
oh, try,
Just try and get some rest for the night.
Oh, try,
please try.
Oh, Kuma,
Oh, Kuma.
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5. |
What Will Come of You?
02:38
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What will come of you
when your days are through?
The dust will settle down,
and you'll be in the ground.
Oh, what to do, what to do,
when all your days are through?
What will come of you
when your days are through?
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6. |
Blue Birds Over Folsom
02:14
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Is it over?
Is there really nothing left?
Have all chances been cast off into the sea,
only to spill over the edge,
as does the setting sun,
or do those shuttered eyes plead:
"Stay with me,
stay with me,
stay with me,
please, please, please."
"Stay with me,
stay with me,
stay with me,
please, please, please."
Do you speak?
Do your words no longer flow?
I swear they did back then,
but maybe I was wrong.
Oh well,
it doesn't matter anymore.
Please don't get up to go,
why do you always go?
Please stay,
just this once,
and together, and together
we'll watch the ivory sun,
as it spills over the edge of tomorrow,
as the blue birds fly overhead.
Please, please, please,
stay with me,
won't you stay?
"Not today."
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7. |
What it Means
03:33
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Oh, baby,
I know that sometimes
I go crazy,
and I start to lose my mind,
but when I'm down,
and you're around,
then there's no other gal in town who'd wile up,
and crawl inside my head.
Oh, do you know,
what it means?
To be held,
in your arms, Celine?
When the warmth
closes in on me,
oh baby, you lift me
to heights I've never been.
Oh Celine,
I've seen what you do to teens,
and I worry
if all that is happening to me,
but why bother if I'll end up like my father,
cranked up and dead on some hospital bedspread.
h, do you know,
what it means?
To be held,
in your arms, Celine?
When the warmth
closes in on me,
oh baby, you lift me
to heights I've never been.
Oh Celine,
can this all be just a dream?
You know I wonder,
of the things that you've left unseen,
and are you, and are you, and are you,
the one for me?
Maybe it's best if we
tried things separately,
and you say, and you say,
"Yes, I know,
what you mean,
and I won't go,
so easily.
After all, you're the one,
who took on me.
Just know, if you come back,
I'll never let you go."
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8. |
Starved
03:32
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Why try, butterfly?
Why even try, butterfly?
Why?
Sometimes I go outside,
and I think why even try?
When I got you by my side,
we don't need no other lives.
You got me...
Why?
Why?
Why try?
Why even try butterfly?
Why?
Why even try, butterfly,
when I got you by my side?
You got me feeling blue,
but you already knew,
you got me oh, so starved.
You got me oh, so...
You got me starved.
You got me starved.
You got me starved.
You got me oh, so starved.
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All's well,
that doesn't even end well.
All's well,
and you know it won't end well.
All's well,
that won't even end well.
All's well,
'cause you know it won't end well.
All's well,
and it won't even fucking end well.
Fuck it all I'm done this time,
I don't need no peace of mind.
Fuck it all I'm done this time,
I won't even need these things of mine.
Fuck this guitar.
Fuck these two speakers.
Fuck this recording software.
Fuck this album.
Fuck On Death.
I fucking hate every thing that's about me.
Fuck me,
oh, fuck me.
I'm so fucking done with this
stupid metronome.
I can't even keep on track,
or on tempo, if that's what you mean.
But fuck it all I'm done this time,
and fuck it all, all you friends of mine.
Fuck this whole thing.
Fuck all of you.
I fucking hate everything that you do.
All's well,
that doesn't even end well.
You may find me going elsewhere,
and if you do, don't no one,
'cause I don't want to be found,
I don't want to know,
just please let me go, please.
Please release me.
Fuck this.
Please release me.
Oh, please.
Please release me,
unto me.
I know I want to go.
Please,
oh, please,
please don't tell anyone.
'Cause all's well,
that doesn't even end well.
All's well,
that doesn't even end well.
The metronome has long since died,
but please don't mind, I won't if you.
Please don't go,
I want to know,
won't you please let me go?
I'm making up these stupid lyrics,
I don't have the faintest clue where I'll go.
I don't want to know,
I don't want to go,
no, no, please don't go.
'Cause all's well,
that doesn't even end well.
All's well,
that doesn't even end well.
All's well,
that doesn't even end well.
All's well,
that doesn't even end well.
So don't expect a new album.
Fuck this piece of shit that I am.
So please don't mind, I won't if you.
Please just fucking stop.
'Cause all's well,
that doesn't even end well.
All's well,
that doesn't even - fuck.
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