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Broken Cups
02:51
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Broken cups, dirty dishes in the sink; it's been a week. All your clothes on the floor, never replace the toilet paper rolls. But each and every time we get into an argument, we both feel terrible to take back every word we said. And each and every time we're making each other mad, we'll joke about it to remember it's not so bad. It's not over, it's not over; it's not over as long as we believe. It's not over, it's not over; it's not over as long as we believe, believe in you and me. While your hair clogs up the drain, maybe I could work on my aim. Waiting for half and hour; when can I go take a shower? And is it my turn yet to pick stuff on the radio? Are you just kidding when you tell me half the things you know? So what if I've been wearing these shorts for 3 weeks straight? Maybe you should've asked that question back on our first date. (CHORUS)
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Rejected
02:23
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The day I got rejected I was aiming way too high and it ended up destroying me as I crashed right into the ground while no one helped me get through this awkward moment where I thought there was a chance but in the end it was all just in my head. And the stars and the stars they laugh at me and fade away. How could I? How could I believe in everything they say? If I could travel back in time and change the course of this, was it doomed, or was there something that I should have fixed myself? I never got a chance to explain how I would have been okay, and now she probably laughs with her friends behind my back if it's real bad. But now that I'm in my room alone, it's anything but okay, so won't you please cut me some slack before engaging in attack? (CHORUS) And all the nights I spent up thinking out all this, and if I knew I'd be rejected, I'd probably quit and I'd go out to higher ground and fresher waters and greener grasses. Somewhere to help me take my mind off this, because any place is a better place than here right now; any place is a better place than here right now. The day I got rejected I was aiming way too high and it ended up destroying me.
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Cursed
03:11
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The weather's nice but I'm not impressed by what's outside; there's nothing to appreciate. I'll stay in bed, rolling over and over and over the words that you said that broke my heart and shredded up my mind; I'm sorry but I need some time. These memories play over and over and over inside my head. Were you deaf or were you blind? Didn't you see how hard I was trying? Walking on a thin white line, why'd you lie if things weren't fine? Bury me down in the dirt; you don't know how much it hurts. Let me float out in the surf, so I can be a shark's dessert. My luck soured long ago, waiting for my chance to show. Even when it's all rehearsed, still feels like I have a curse. Don't want to hit the gym tonight; been getting picked on by some guys. Bodybuilder Frankenstein shooting steroids in his thigh. Can't even walk near busy streets; somebody's giving me the creeps. Every dog that's in my sight's been chasing me to get a bite. My luck soured long ago, knocked down by repeated blows. Finished now I've come to terms, just too dumb to ever learn.
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Joanna
02:37
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Joanna, I never catch you in a sour mood. I plan to hear you out, sticking in my memory like glue. Joanna, can I follow you through the city streets? What are your songs about? Why do they tend to haunt me in my sleep? Joanna, can you sing another lullaby? I haven't gone to sleep just yet. Joanna, I can't go on living without you, so please don't die before I do. When you run out, the colors drain from living things. Never want to let you go, question everything I know. Try not to look back at me for too long, or I'll melt right where I stand. Take my hand but I can't dance; make my life flash in my eyes. (CHORUS) Keep reminding girls not to be self-conscious in their skin. A little mole here or there, warm complexion, glowing hair. What makes you beautiful, the way you act, the person who you are. Writing music on your harp; I close my eyes and fall apart. (CHORUS)
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Backyard
02:30
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I never had the patience to sit and wait indoors; spend my days outside where we could go out and explore. Pretend to build a rocket ship with boxes as the parts; blast off into the atmosphere and walk around on Mars. And I was happy capturing slugs and coming in for dinner still infested with bugs, and if you want me to go have fun, I'll try to spend it out under the sun. In my backyard it's not that hard; it's not that hard right where you are. And once you start imagining, it takes you far, so very far. In my backyard you can race a car; you can grow a garden or be a star. And once you start, don't want stop when it gets dark. And anyway do you believe there's buried treasure on every island? Is it okay to be a pirate or would you rather be an astronaut? Or if we practice our karate, then we'd make weapons out of our bodies. And if we take some time to study, then we could master the Zen techniques. (CHORUS)
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Rogue
03:12
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Turn all the lights on, another fight song; the crowd is half-gone away to some other place. They seemed to hate you, shame and degrade you. You must've really struck a nerve and gave them a taste. Step outside; keep sticking it to the man (nice try, hang tight up as long as you can). Add more stuff to burn the fire out of hand (hang tight as long as you think you can). You can say all you want to me; you can do just as you please. I don't have to listen to your words; I don't have to care about you. What are we all fighting for; are you trying to start a war? I don't want to pay no more attention to you anyway. It's not a safe place; the way I like it; when there's danger all around, I like to go out to town without a sidekick. Nobody's special; the world's a letdown, because nobody ever gets what they deserve. Step outside; keep sticking it to the man (nice try, hang tight up as long as you can). Add more stuff to burn the fire out of hand (hang tight as long as you think you can). (CHORUS)
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Overrated
06:15
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I know I'm a coward for hiding from you; for giving up on everything I wanted to do. For setting expectations that never turn out true; a history of planning out but never seeing through. The noise is growing louder and ringing in my head, distracting me from simple things like going to bed. Laying under covers and completely awake; just passing time by thinking of you. Looking out the window at the dots in the sky reminds me of the first time that I gazed into your eyes. Your each and every signal left me weightless all inside. I've never gone to space but still you took me up so high. And if I had a rocket ship and I knew how to fly; if I could take you anywhere would you come for a ride? Sometimes I want to have a shuttle take me far away; a fresher place for starting up anew. Here I am, up on this mountain; taking the highway, I'm running away. Better than me thinking so loud when your image is shouting and bringing me pain. Time on Earth is ticking away; my love for you beyond words to say. I'll spend all day alone and afraid you'll shoot me down. This world that I made is haunting me, a message relayed this might be fake and leaving me jaded. You're finding out that I hate it; living is so overrated. Just take me to a black hole and put me on a track; stretch me to infinity until my body's flat. Beyond any escaping, I'm never coming back; just like I've spent so much of life inside a social trap. And if u want to see me, I'll be up in my room; looking through a telescope and plotting my own doom. No one ever needs me, and I'm left so confused. I just can't think of any more to do. (CHORUS) Am I the only one? (CHORUS)
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Takeoff
04:36
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When there's a chance, when I need to occupy my time, when I get bored, I like to stare outside my window. Lift off the ground; gentle and up without a sound as a way to distract me from the goals I fell so painfully short of. I thought I made you happy, but is there something else? I always wonder why you spend the day all by yourself. I know the best inside you; why can't you bring it back? I'll take you anywhere as long as you stay next to me. If I could just fly; spread my wings out into the sky. Up in the clouds; the greatest feeling I have no bounds. No one may know if they hold a purpose in this universe, but mine revolves around you, so please don't make it collapse into nothing. (CHORUS)
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Guiding Light
04:34
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We're all suicidal sometimes; crucify me for my crimes. We're all suicidal sometimes; every time we're falling behind. We all have a reason to cry; another unwelcome surprise. When nothing seems like it's fine; someone needs to throw me a line. I've been looking for somebody to save me, when everyone seems so disappointed in me. I need support because I feel close to caving, from being empty inside. My guiding light; I get excited and I feel alright. My guiding light; walls closing in the pressure's feeling tight. My guiding light; getting excited just to feel alright. My guiding light; it's been so long since I was feeling so alive. Feels like no one's on your side; feels like there's no place to hide. Nobody seems to understand why; everyone's ignoring the signs. Feels like my head is covered in slime, of what was once considered my mind. We're all suicidal sometimes; every time we're falling behind. (CHORUS)
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Conglomero Raleigh, North Carolina
Zach - guitar/vox
Hunter - guitar/vox
Steve - bass/vox
May - drums
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