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Control
05:17
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Look at me sitting here in all this mess. I'm slowly coming out of my idleness. I'm fading in, I'm surrendering to my consciousness. I've got to figure out what's been going on since I've been gone. (Who am I know? Was I missed?) See I've been staring at the ceiling for hours. While there's fighting in my mind, I'm playing with lights. But something feels strange. No, something's not right. My rhythm's changed, and these hands aren't mine.
I wish I knew what changed.
I wish I knew what changed.
So won't you tell me please, was it all for nothing? Am I someone's someone doomed and condemned? Nothing I can do but learn to lie, and learn to lose, and learn that starting again don't mean something new.
So set up your front row seats for my meltdown, it's coming quicker than I know how to control. It's time to realize it might just be me in this alone. But truth be told I'm not afraid. It's just the same old shit on a different day, and if I push too hard, I might just fade away. Is this who I was, before I knew my face?
I wish I knew what changed.
I wish I knew what changed.
So won't you tell me please, was it all for nothing? Am I someone's someone doomed and condemned? Nothing I can do but learn to lie, and learn to lose, and learn that starting again don't mean something new.
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Matador
04:59
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So you call yourself the Matador? The strongest bravest man that this city's ever seen. You say you're doing nothing wrong, but you've got blood on your hands. How can your conscious be clean?
And when you find out what we're gonna do you'll wish you'd washed your hands and thought it through before you ran. A trail of blood drops from your fingers into the sand. And there's nothing you can do. There's nothing you can do. It's too late. It's too late. For you.
Now the gloves are off you start a war. But your vision is clouded by all the things that you choose to ignore. So you step foot in the wrong place, and now you've got the world's attention and they're staring and they're laughing in your face. You've messed it up big time my friend. I can't see you making it out in the end. I hope it's the end of your days. It's about time ignorance paid. (Fuck you Mr. Matador).
And when you find out what we're gonna do you'll wish you'd washed your hands and thought it through before you ran. A trail of blood drops from your fingers into the sand. And there's nothing you can do. There's nothing you can do. It's too late. It's too late. For you.
(You're your own Matador).
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I guess I thought I knew a lot of things I don't know. But give me just a second and I'll rewind, I'll take it slow. I'm in no hurry to finish what I started. (But now my alter ego's choking me I'm telling him): "It's my decision, to go this road alone. I know you're trying to help, but you're better off at home. I'm in no hurry to finish what I started." I'm just trying to be the best I can be. Is that not what you want for me?
Don't ask me again if I'm out of my depth. Yes the water is deep and it's over my head. But don't say it's the end before I've even started to figure it out.
I see a boy in the mirror, his eyes are stone cold .He says his mind is broken, but looking at his face you wouldn't know. He squares me up, and says he's gonna put me in my place. (I try to run but he catches up with me. I get a few bloody knuckles and a bruised left cheek.)
Don't ask me again if I'm out of my depth. Yes the water is deep and it's over my head. But don't say it's the end before I've even started to figure it out.
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Dog Days, Forever
02:26
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Top me up and cough it out. We'll make do in the Spanish drought. In the sticky heat where the tiles burn our feet.
And I would never hurt you, desert you, leave you alone. Time's moving faster than I'm moving one. But even so, when, if and whether you're mind turns blue: dog days last forever, I'm spending them with you.
And there are things I can do without. Not winter's warmth. Not being close enough to hear you speak. 'Cause you might be gone in a week.
And I would never hurt you, desert you, leave you alone. Time's moving faster than I'm moving one. But even so, when, if and whether you're mind turns blue: dog days last forever, I'm spending them with you.
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04:37
03:18
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His eyes grow heavy as white noise fills his mind. He's drowning himself in hard liquor and wine, and deep thought as he convinces himself, that what he's going to do, is long overdue. And that if he ever pulls through his words remain true. His words remain true.
The clock says 04:37am as the silence outside breaks the silence for him. Two lines on paper that he then rips out. Some random words he's just fucking about with. He looks back at the clock that now says 05:00am, and he says: "Oh well, it's not too late to start again".
He puts pen to paper, and starts writing an ode to the boy that dies too young. Killed off in an episode, that saw the main star quit and director say he couldn't handle it. But short on reasons for the public to amuse, he sat down to write episode two. But his hands and mind are numb, and it's all gone wrong. It's all gone wrong.
The clock says 04:37am as the silence outside breaks the silence for him. Two lines on paper that he then rips out. Some random words he's just fucking about with. He looks back at the clock that now says 05:00am, and he says: "Oh well, it's not too late to start again".
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6. |
Instrumental 1
02:58
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Hole
02:36
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Three spoonfuls of dirt and soon he's back for more. Revealing life below, revealing his thirst for something raw. Something fresh and close to home. Something small that he can swallow, and keep coming back for more.
Now there's a hole and he's sitting in it, living in it too. He swallows ground up as his feet fall through. Through time he feels he's happier and healthier than before. The hole's so deep he can't see out at all.
But the people that he knows that he can no longer see, he's in plain sight for them. Yeah the hole's that deep. "Dig yourself out man, we can get you help" they say. But he doesn't want help, "Life's easier alone." he says. "I'm better off alone.", he says. "I'm better off alone.".
Too dark to see now, they let the man be. And the man all alone in his hole he sleeps.
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8. |
Put Your Face On
03:28
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Just for a second I thought you'd surprise me. But it's all the same, over again. It's so typical of you to think that you're not to blame. Now everyone's over you, you've got no one left.
You'll say I lied. I swear. I swear I saw it. Swear I saw it. You were shaping your smile.
You're not turning heads you're turning stomachs mate. And nobody's calling you. You've got no more friends. But you did this all to yourself, nobody was after you. And that is what happens when you lie to yourself.
You'll say I lied, I swear. I swear I saw it. Swear I saw it. You were shaping your smile.
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Home
03:26
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Home? I can't remember the last time I called. Too busy looking in to watch it unfold. And now I'm on my own. So I'll start to build something. Build something new. A place where I can go while I'm waiting for you, 'cause I don't know where to run.
My heart has done enough, waiting for the time to come. I'm wide eyed and waiting by the door. And I'm here to welcome you home.
I start to thaw in winters warmth, I'm changing who I'll be. There won't be much left of me. The road is worn but the sights are new. And my stubborn legs won't take me as far as they used to. I'm getting used to the idea of pain in truth.
My heart has done enough, waiting for the time to come. I'm wide eyed and waiting by the door. And I'm here to welcome you.
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Caught Up
04:53
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He meets up with his friends and they all talk so happily. But there's something not right about the movement in their eyes. They're looking. They're looking for her. But she's not there and she's nowhere to be seen. So they down it in one, and move on to the next one. And now their eyes are all over the scene.
Yeah you. (You'd have told them to be stripped of shackles). You'd have told them to be free. (You'd have told them that you're too much to handle). But you don't know what it's like to be hooked, so caught up in your fantasy. You don't know what it's like to be hooked, so caught up in your fantasy.
Now the drinks are spilled. And people off their heads. And they're all nighttime gazing as they start to dread what'd it'd mean. What it'd mean to go alone, back to where they live, their only company their thoughts and their dreams. (You, you would have told them).
Yeah you. (You'd have told them to be stripped of shackles). You'd have told them to be free. (You'd have told them that you're too much to handle). But you don't know what it's like to be hooked, so caught up in your fantasy.
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Instrumental 2
02:41
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Confession
04:59
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And I could spend all day staring at your cheek bones. But I'm stuck down staring at my fight. And if I dive too deep I'll drown again. No I can never ever leave this place. I'll never leave this place. I'll never this place. I wanna get angry, I wanna shout. I want to take all the things you've done, and say them out loud. 'Cause in the good times and the better days, I hope I never ever feel this way. Don't wanna feel this pain. No I can't make the same mistakes again.
I know this place, where I've seen you smile. But I've lost my way, and now I can't get out.
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Confession, Pt. 2
03:12
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I've ripped up all my papers. (I've got nothing to say anymore). And I've killed all your flowers. (But this feeling won't go away). I've been searching for meaning. (I've never felt so out of place). Couldn't hear myself screaming. (But I feel like I've been here before).
Cracked my head on the pavement. (I'm so sorry to see you go). Lost myself in the moment. (But please don't forget me, no). I can't what I'm needing. (Don't have anywhere else to go). Couldn't hear myself screaming. (This is the only way I know). And it's funny how, you get to leave.
I can only hope that when she goes away, I'll forget her. That my thoughts'll now longer pray on the feelings I had before. No I can't wait for the moment I see you again. When I no longer know your name.
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Easier To Be
05:20
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I've heard the stories about the women and men, and the old carousel that gets them where they wanted to go. Broken benches, their lives in the trenches. And the rats that come out to feed in a wasteland of snakes and ladders, and opportunities long gone.
Who'd of though that it'd be easier to be? Easier to be lost?
Who'd of though that it'd be easier to be? Easier to be lost?
They took another route to get back home. Walking past new places and strange faces. Maybe they were never meant to make it home. The next in line in a wasteland of snakes and ladders, and opportunities gone wrong.
Who'd of though that it'd be easier to be? Easier to be lost?
Who'd of though that it'd be easier to be? Easier to be lost?
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The Mightiest Fall
06:53
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I heard you've been walking around, your eyes staring straight at the ground. You feel that you've reached a new low, alone with nowhere to go. You say that you're broken inside. You say that you're running out of time. Trying to stay out of the flames, trying to remember your name.
Do you find yourself awake at night, too scared to turn off the light?
Stars will die and memories will fade. What once were people will just become names. Children cry and families grieve. Just lay your head down and go to sleep.
Despite it all, you'll never be alone. Even when you don't feel at home. Strange things happen to us all. And even the mightiest fall.
Look out below he's falling apart, there's less of him with every step he takes. Cover your eyes she's drowning herself, she's become the money that she makes. But when they leave their house, they forget themselves. They put on their masks and smile. No wonder they jumped into the flames. No wonder they don't know their own names.
Do you find yourself awake at night, too scared to turn off the light?
Stars will die and memories will fade. What once were people will just become names. Children cry and families grieve. Just lay your head down and go to sleep.
Despite it all, you'll never be alone. Even when you don't feel at home. Strange things happen to us all. And even the mightiest fall.
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