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Too Tired to Try
03:56
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Can cope with high or low-brow
All the time, I don’t know how
Behind the facade, there’s something wrong
Voice and hands and ego shaking
Fret about every waking moment
It’s not funny
Opening up old wounds for money
Too tired to try anymore
Too tired to try
You of all people should know why
Too tired to try again
The charade is over
And anyone who knows her
Knows this has happened to stronger men
Knows this has happened to stronger men
Knows this has happened to stronger men
Knows this has happened to stronger men
Fantasies self-sadistic
Might be one more statistic
Aggressively negative advice
Gin and wine and cider flowing
Affable but ever-knowing
Late night conversation
Leading to misplaced indignation
Too tired to try anymore
Too tired to try
You of all people should know why
Too tired to try again
The charade is over
And anyone who knows her
Knows this has happened to stronger men
Knows this has happened to stronger men
Knows this has happened to stronger men
Knows this has happened to stronger men
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Leaving
03:17
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Look past my glasses please
View you as so much more than an ace talk skirt like those before
She tracks talkie times passed
Lack at strike, always try to convince you we are so much more
There’s a twitch known as a stalker’s tick
I have to know, I’m prodding with a talker stick
I talk rackets, your clear task kit
Is here, it’s a lark’s ticket now
I won’t give up, say you’re not leaving after all
I won’t give up, say you’re not leaving after all
Look past your glasses, please
Don’t you think altar kick set is the best thing for you to do
Attacker’s ilk, he waits
Look outside to the sky, lack star kite whispers her thoughts to you
There’s a twitch known as a startle tick
You’ll slack at trike and creak at kilts for years on end
My scare talk kit has you wondering
A stark tickle from just a friend
I won’t give up, say you’re not leaving after all
I won’t give up, say you’re not leaving after all
(Dress is picked, all of the cake karts lit
Tackle at risk, and take one for your future team
My race stalk kit keeps you guessing
Attacks liker, that’s all you’ll seem)
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She Called Time
03:23
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Don’t know why she has faith
With a open heart, no one can ever be safe
Stare at shots on your phone
Keep your vanity and leave her on her own
Jesus christ, try to imagine the scenes
For sycophantic likers and slick retweet machines
Even though she’s real and she will hold you
You bite the underhand that feeds
She’s calling time on you
She’s calling time on you, when you leave tonight
Almost there, calling time
Her rose-tinted glasses shrouded all the red lines
Please do call Mr Sands
If her profile change is hard to understand
Nothing glamourous about what you have
Laughable and low, what you claim to be
Blame it on your mother and your micro-dad
Spin all your tales of debauchery, but end every night with cold KFC
She’s calling time on you
She’s calling time on you, when you leave tonight
Too late, that’s time for you
She’s calling time on you, when you leave tonight
That’s your lot, she called time
Her rose-tinted glasses shrouded all the red lines
That’s your lot, left alone
Huddled in the cold with nothing but your phone
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Two Face
02:41
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Don’t know why you ever even tried
To persist with your sad therapeutic lies
Looked so doe-eyed and upset
Turned it on, turned it off
That’s what I don’t get
Two face, two face, two face, two face
A performance so sincere, then acts like I’m not here
Two face, two face, two face, two face
Gutted if we can’t be friends, gone before the night ends
Couldn’t tell this never would go well
Left without ceremony, with no farewell
Couldn’t discern, if you lied
Or meant all that you said
Pushed real love aside
Two face, two face, two face, two face
A performance so sincere, then acts like I’m not here
Two face, two face, two face, two face
Gutted if we can’t be friends, gone before the night ends
Why’d you think I came here for a drink
Sorry I can’t keep up with your doublethink
Is it guilt or sympathy?
Fell for your fakeness which
Dismissed poor old me
Two face, two face, two face, two face
A performance so sincere, then acts like I’m not here
Two face, two face, two face, two face
Gutted if we can’t be friends, gone before the night ends
Two face, two face, two face, two face
A performance so sincere, then acts like I’m not here
Two face, two face, two face, two face
Gutted if we can’t be friends, gone before the night ends
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Empurpled
03:32
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Whiskey drowns your shame
Gaunt leather frame
She looks like royalty
But your taste is so obscene
Bastard makes you gulp
A monkey skip
That hair can jump the queue
You can’t see she’s much too good for you
Empurpled thing, behind the bar
Left your comfort zone, went too far
Still never, forever
Defeated, unneeded
So hopeless, can’t hold this
It’s over, down your West and go
Empurpled thing, behind the bar
Left your comfort zone, went too far
Just hide your fear, the bell is near
Dark corner, nurse your last order
Embarrasing, my underling
All the old boys don’t say a thing
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The Slosh
04:16
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Couples are arguing, children begin to cry
Drunk aunts and uncles, why are we even here?
Nobody’s quite sure why
Now that you’re off the shelf, want to expose yourself
You know this is the way
It’s all you want to do, I know it’s true
It’s what we want to see, release yourself tonight, you’ll be alright
Everybody’s doing the slosh
Young and old
That means you, on the floor now
Everybody’s doing the slosh
Just move your feet
Don’t be discreet, get up off your seat
All the gents are doing the slosh, all the ladies doing the slosh
All the children doing the slosh, so get in line
Wow what a waste of time, those are not pretty tears
Look at all the snakes, with their human traits
I wish the floor was clear
Now you’re back on the scene, no one knows where you’ve been
Flattened by lead soup
Going wild in the aisles, that’s what to do
That’s where you ought to be, before it all turns sour, don’t be so dour
Everybody’s doing the slosh
Young and old
That means you, on the floor now
Everybody’s doing the slosh
Just move your feet
Don’t be discreet, get up off your seat
Everybody’s doing the slosh
Big and small, one and all, get in line now
Everybody’s doing the slosh
Still incomplete, it’ll be neat, you’re in for a treat
Everybody’s doing the slosh
People you meet, out on the street, can’t resist the beat
Everybody’s doing the slosh
Join our retreat, don’t start to greet, five bars to repeat
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Sketches of Trees
02:30
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Sketches of trees in her notebook
Sketches of trees in her paper bin
Sketches of trees on her forearms
Sketches of trees are far too real
Spending her time flipping birds
Spending her time flipping burgers
Spending her time flipping her shit
Spending time losing peace of mind
Crying out for someone
To become her someone
Past eraser
Ambulance chaser
Focused on cutting her nails
Focused on cutting her new bangs
Focused on cutting her friends out
Focused on cutting precious skin
Nobody is better
At not getting better
New look, old sigh
Lethargy stays high
Sketches of trees in her notebook
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Second You
03:31
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I’ve seen the scene
I’ve heard the herd that doggedly follows you
You know, I know
You’ve stolen heart strings down the avenue
It’s up to me
To tell you what these people ought to do
A second you for those who never second guess
I’m on the case, I will finally make you confess
Picked you up back when you were the mess
A second you for those who never second guess
Control the mole
The only one you feel might drag you back down
You turn them on
Tears of a crocodile or maybe a clown
It’s up to me
To kick your pedestal and melt your crown
A second you for those who never second guess
I’m on the case, I will finally make you confess
Picked you up back when you were the mess
A second you for those who never second guess
(Don’t even try)
I know you think you can turn this around
(But there’s no way)
You’ll fly so far once you’re back on the ground
(Then start again)
Find some new damaged goods you can befriend
(Never, never, never, never)
Never believe in a heart like hers again
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I'm Not a Water
03:34
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I’m not a water wing, I don’t exist
To keep you floating safe, support your shallow faith
Beauty’s tearful, baby’s fearful
You were always travelling, now that isn’t happening
You say you’ve heard enough
Of all the aqua stuff
But it’s plain you did not get it
Then one day at last, broke the viewing glass
I’m not a water slide
Can’t help you as you glide
As your guilt drips inside
Chlorine stings your eyes and your joy subsides
Lifeguard of the hour is nowhere near
I’m not a waterfall but I bubble underneath
And my remaining trust just turns to rust
Awful listener, Sea World prisoner
You’re a feature in the mall, now you wave instead of call
I know you won’t have planned
Left without contraband
You did not predict the demand
You will have to float, you won’t get to stand
I’m not a water slide
Can’t help you as you glide
As your guilt drips inside
You once left me floored, now you’re overboard
Lifeguard of the hour is nowhere near
Lifeguard of the day is nowhere near
Lifeguard of the month is nowhere near
Lifeguard of the year is nowhere near
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One More Tune
02:34
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I had the chance to make new friends
Now I can write songs about them
But then again, I have more time
To write my songs without them
Cross, tick, frisbee, traffic
Bare, packed, don’t call me after the fact
Say hi to the cop and the robber
And the server and the lobber
And the men in white
Say hi to the king and the queen
And the book and magazine
And the old campsite
Do you have time for one more tune, one more tune?
Posing awkward questions to stress me
She prefers Costello to Presley
Wonder how I’ll show her this new dance
Outrageous happenstance
Smile, frown, stand up, let down
Saint, brat, worked it in to love like that
Let’s wave to the yuppie and the ned
And the breakfast and the bed
And your withered hope
Let’s wave to today and tomorrow
And the bliss and the sorrow
And your way to cope
Do you have time for one more tune, one more tune?
Do you have time for one more tune, one more tune?
Reunited, together at last, after so much time had passed
Reunited, no longer free, guess it’s true they were meant to be
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Clifford’s View
03:32
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Clifford’s View is that we don’t have much time to go
Too late to worry about all the things we don’t know
Pick up the phone, you have no choice
Let me try to guess the voice
Seems like the end
For you and your air quote friends
Now we can talk sweet without turning heads
Now we can talk facts without turning our heads
Clifford’s View is that you’re throwing your gift away
There’s songs and drawings inside that you shield every day
You’re reaching for a workaround
Or maybe the other way around
Domestic, not wild
Release your insolent child
Compulsion to keep repeating the traumas from your past
But not any more, that’s why I’m here
We can make this time last
Clifford’s View is that you never have to act tough
You won’t find any rooms with blast doors strong enough
Nobody streams a one man band
Give me a shout if you need a hand
Say you don’t care
While breathing in charcoal air
Clifford’s View is that we don’t have much time to go
Too late to worry about all the things we don’t know
Pick up the phone, you have no choice
Let me try to guess the voice
Seems like the end
For you and your air quote friends
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