1. |
Dead Letter Box
05:33
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Going down on Westwood I'm divine again
You're gonna be a father soon old boy.
I don't wanna come out on the other end,
when I get away from all this joy.
And so it's on the record, show me how to live.
How to save an engine from the freeze.
Even when I kick at your achilles,
Would you still fight for me.
Seeing you,
The other day.
Guess it never went away.
False walls and cigarillos.
The same ghost.
Walk around the building,
Get a feel for,
How its gonna be from now on.
Baby, the dead letter box is empty.
And its been long enough to mellow wrestlers.
Seeing you,
The other day.
Guess it never went away.
Kid's TV, and cigarillos.
Seeing you,
The other day.
Guess it never, went away.
Thirty years,
Could pass.
I know I'd never,
Find a lasting peace.
Peace.
Peace.
...
Have you seen her when she runs.
Facing down the heavy guns.
They could never chaste your light.
It's getting darker.
Have you seen her when she drives,
These cars aren't street legal, I'm just,
Betting on your better side.
It's getting darker.
Have you seen her when she runs.
This love aint street legal, I'm just,
Betting on your better side.
It's getting darker.
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2. |
Beasting
03:29
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And as summer abandons her stowaways.
She puts her clothes on facing the other way.
And I know now,
You're holding onto me.
And I AM BEASTING.
I always wondered why you never threw the book at me
I was like, come on, I wanna take you on a killing spree
And I know now,
You're holding onto me.
And I AM BEASTING.
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3. |
First Light, My Escapist
06:10
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And what if you were to stay an extra day.
Make it an even three,
One last coda.
A stone's throw from the water and I know,
We are just skin and questions.
Blindfold.
Casting around for that old magic.
Do you believe I can turn, this coin,
Into your missing bracelet.
I've got a bed set to burn.
At first light,
First light, My Escapist.
And I know the pace of things has changed,
but every day now I find myself staring into nothing.
And then i realise... This is the only thing I know about.
that man i could use, hearing your voice about now.
Do you believe I can turn, this coin,
Into your missing bracelet.
I've got a bed set to burn.
At first light,
First light, My Escapist.
Are you still unmoved?
Are you still unmoved?
Do you believe I can turn,
This round.
When d'ya get so faithless.
You know I walk into town,
At first light.
First light, My Escapist.
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