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4 Darkest Hours
02:49
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It's five minutes 'til two and I haven't got a clue
Where to find my next brew
The sand's running low as I take in each drop
outside the tower clock just tolls
Marking the hours I no longer hold
My chances now gone, oh well
The thirst begins to grow, as tears begin to flow
Hours to go, nightmares too slow
4 darkest hours, 4 darkest hours
With every day my patience wears thin
Sickness sets in, quivers break out
Eyes pressed tight, as tears begin to flow
My staggering heart stumbles and falls
4 darkest hours, 4 darkest hours
It's 5 minutes 'til 2 and I haven't got a clue
Where to find my next brew
It's 5 minutes 'til 2 and I haven't got a clue
Where to find my next brew
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Creature of Habit
02:50
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I'm drying up now turning into stone
I take a look at my flesh and i can't believe it's mine
Cut me open and toss me into the sea
I feel the riptide in my veins I'm coming to now pushing through
Holding on the something real, something near and dear
I don't want to go this way living out my past
Diving in too deep rushing up for air
I'm coming to now pushing through
Holding on to something real
I'm drying up now turning into stone
I take a look at my flesh and I can't believe it's mine
It can't be mine
It can't be mine
It can't be mine
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3. |
Look Me in the Eye
05:31
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Time after time reality raids my mine
they can say what they want about
you talk about my crimes with a pen in hand judging every step I take
There ain't no use in all your lying
It's the abuse I can't take
Time after time, reality raids my mind
Let them say what they want about me
Look me in the eye
Tell me what you see
Is it just me or my past history
Don't look back at me
I'm not what I seem
Don't look back at me
I hold back my thoughts my final epilogue
Mother Cabrini please
Please forgive my sins
Let the moon shine low for Madame D' Pompadour
She's no saint in your eyes
Lady love of her time
Oh, there you go through the door your looking for
Let your mind escape, for just one single day
I ain't no Saint, I never said i was
Look me in the eye
tell me what you see
Is it just me or my past history
Don't look back at me
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4. |
Urban Rebels
03:53
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Urban rebels of the world
we stand alone
Urban rebels of the world
All the stories left untold
Nothing is real,
After all thoughts are just words
Nothing is real,
but sticks and stones
The thrill is real stiller than life
We dance along trying to belong
A game hardly won
A game hardly won
Aren't we all just the same
Out to do some wrong
Troubled souls singing our songs
Aren't we all just the same
A cult demonstration of the brain's intellect
Crucified by the misjudgment of narrow minded whims
A clever orifice for the weary devotee
a Speculation I intent to confess
Cryptic cynicism draws forth such illusive gallows
A raws touch send quivers down the spine of vice
Dead euphoria stiffens the seal
We are the weirdos
The thrill is real stiller than life
We dance along trying to belong
A game hardly won
A game hardly won
Urban rebels of the world we stand alone
Urban rebels of the world All the lies we've told
Nothing is real after all thoughts are just words
Nothing is real but sticks and stones
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5. |
Lush
03:52
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Last night here alone
I'd call you up but you're not home
First shot well here's to you
For all the memories that you've made true
Sinking thoughts i'm drowning in my dreams
like a dead star I can barely see
Desert dawn meets my lonely street
Underground i lay beneath
Round two well here's to us,
for all the times that we've messed up
and when the third is gone and the nightmare's here
I call for you but you're nowhere near
Sinking thoughts I'm drowning in my dreams
like a dead star I can barely see
Desert dawn meets my lonely street
Underground I lay beneath
Last night here alone
I'd call you up but you're not home
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Disguised Delights
02:42
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Disguised delights got me feelin' high,
They got me feeling like I'm 10 feet tall
These creature comforts seem to carry me through,
but when the day ends it's the same gray hue
Stuck on you and I can't break free,
You got me chained up like a dog in heat
I'm in love with you baby
You got me callin' you
You got me wantin' you
Baby you're spell's on me
Take this pill it will set you free
but now I'm fiendin' for the next great thing
Lost in haze far from reality
Nobody told me it would end this way
I'm in love with you baby
You got me callin' you
You got me wantin' you
Baby you're spell's on me
Disguised delights got me feelin' high,
They got me feeling like I'm 10 feet tall
These creature comforts seem to carry me through,
but when the day ends it's the same gray hue
Stuck on you and I can't break free,
You got me chained up like a dog in heat
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