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I got your message yesterday
I don’t know what you want from me
Thought I explained it perfectly
Five years ago
In every call and every kiss
I tried to feel the way you did
I saw you fall and I just didn’t
So I let you go
I told you goodbye
Said have a good life
Now I’m the bad guy forever
(That’s fine, whatever)
You’re mixing memory
With twisted fantasy
And I bet that sucks
Holding on to what never was
I guess you’re wondering 'bout me
And if I’m single and sorry
You’ll hate the answer by the way
Just so you know
I love your music, you’re the man
I wish that we could still be friends
You, me and my husband could start a band
He’s a baritone
You know I don’t lie
You’re not a bad guy
You’re gonna find someone better
(That’s yours forever)
Quit mixing memory
With desperate dreams of me
Cause I bet that’s tough
Holding on to what never was
Why can’t you move on
What did I do wrong
You’ve kept that sad candle burning
(Mine’s in a landfill)
I know I let you down
But it hurts to see you now
Give it up!
Holding onto what never was
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EMcB - Dig a Phony
04:16
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Look at me, on the stage
Will you come, hear my lie
Do my words, make you happy
Do my words, make you cry
On the dawn, of my day
Will you stand, by my side
Do my words, make you nervous
Do my words, instill pride
I'm a liar, I'm a poet
And I know that blind will be
I'm a puppet, I'm a phony
Dig a phony, pull my strings
I'm a pied piper, I'm a fraud monger
Place the crown on me, the hypocrisy
As I sit, in this chair
Visions of greed, in my head
Put the money, in my pockets
Put the power, in my pen
I'm a tyrant, I'm a glutton
Of the people, with empty hands
A deceiver, great deceiver
Turning progress into sand
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I woke up in a different place today
I’m so sorry I could not stay
For my body has left me now
And I must be on my way
I am here looking down upon you
I know you will be sad for a while
Just Remember the good times we had
I hope that makes you smile.
I am now in the great beyond
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Scott Orr - Next Time
03:50
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There you go again, singing those love songs.
You have a way with words; you make me cry.
I keep saying I won't let it happen,
But then I fall in love again next time.
I shouldn't let you keep on singing those love songs,
'Cause every time you do, I lose my mind.
I keep saying I wont let it happen,
But then I fall in love again next time.
You have found my weakness and you use me. I should know by now, but never learn.
You use sights and sounds to confuse me. When I hear you sing my poor heart burns.
Every time you play your sweet melodies, I pretend I'm not listening.
But you know, and you know just what it does to me, still you do it time and time again.
There you go again, singing those love songs.
I think you understand, and you know why.
I keep saying I won't let it happen,
But then I fall in love again next time.
But then I fall in love again next time.
But then I fall in love again next time.
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This one goes out to the one I dumped
You knew who I was when we went on a date
Did you think you could change me?
You weren’t that great
Sure I liked the attention, the cookies you baked
But not enough to not want someone else’s milkshake
That song you wrote about how evil I was
Got your friends all mad
Got some instagram buzz
That pic you posted to start a boycott
Read the comments honey, girls think I’m hot
I am who I am and you said you were ready
When I told you straight up I wouldn’t go steady
You said that was fine, last time I checked
Then decided to turn me into some pet project
That song you wrote about how evil I was
Got your friends all mad
Got some instagram buzz
That pic you posted to start a boycott
Read the comments honey, your mom thinks I’m hot
You thought our love was up in the clouds
I slept with your sister, for crying out loud
Next time be careful, or you will lose
You’re last bit of respect over who you choose
That song you wrote about how evil I was
Got your friends all mad
Got some instagram buzz
Your bestie dropped by to tell me off
Within two minutes her clothes were off
So write your songs and tell the world
That I’m a cheater, well honey that don’t hurt
You out here flaunting your low self-esteem
I’d like to feel sorry, but you chose me
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Tyler Millard - The Ick
02:10
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I'm thinking this could be it
This could be real
This is how love should feel
But then there’s some little snag
It’s nobody's fault
But there’s something that can’t be resolved
Maybe it was something that I heard or felt
Or God forbid, but maybe it was something that I smelt
I wish that I could tell you, but the truth will only hurt you
So I guess you’ll never know. I gotta go. I got the ick.
The ick, well, maybe it’s the way you laugh, maybe it’s the way you yawn
Maybe on your next first date, keep your shoes on.
You should know you gotta make a good impression
Especially when we’re all out here living with infection
The ick, the itis is living here inside us.
Sneaking up on us like appendicitis
Now let me demonstrate the power and violence
As I become a flight risk
I got the ick
Maybe it was something that I heard or felt
Or God forbid, but maybe it was something that I smelt
I wish that I could tell you, but the truth will only hurt you
So I guess you’ll never know. I gotta go. I got the ick.
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Luke Payne - Untitled
02:30
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Labels on a photograph
Is all that’s left of me
Lost myself on chalky cliffs
They spread me out to sea
Spinning tales and windy gales
I pray on bended knee
The crashing of the waves
A little song to sweet Marie
I’m gone, I’m gone
Lord help me, I’m gone
Burning grass and mustard gas
The flowing river Somme
Riding down to Maricourt
The sound of German bombs
Meeting fierce resistance
We sang a weary psalm
Missing dear old Blighty
In France we died alone
I’m gone, I’m gone
Lord help me, I’m gone
Saints would you preserve us
The brass are getting nervous again
The tanks, a bloody circus
Thank you for your service, amen
Poorest to the furnace
Served your bloody purpose, we win
General’s pinning medals
On polite society
Blood and guts and darker stuff
Don’t stain their livery
My sister scattered mem’ries on
The cliffs of Normandy
There I flew, to murky blue
A poor and dead nobody
I’m gone, I’m gone
Lord help me, I’m gone
Saints would you preserve us
The brass are getting nervous again
The tanks, a bloody circus
Thank you for your service, amen
Poorest to the furnace
Served your bloody purpose, we win
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Aren't you the busy bee?
Copped a buzz and layed a lame appeal on me
You'd asked for my hand, then, you chose a stand-in
Sorry doesn't make it alright
Kiss Right Off
How'd it come to be- the nerve of you?
There's no standing 'O,' when you've bolted in Act II
You'd asked for my hand, then, you changed the plan when marriage left you standing on ice
Kiss Right Off - Tonight
Go on- press your lips to the breast of human kindness, see just how much milk you can find
Don't crawl to me crying when you come up dry and "Baby, baby, babe- one more time"
Tonight (Kiss Right Off, Tonight)
Tonight (Kiss Right Off, Tonight)
Tonight (Kiss Right Off, Tonight)...
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Is it still dark out?
Could you hold it down?
Can’t keep up with all your
New friends downtown
The deal’s too good
They’re selling cheap
But I’m just praying for
Another hour of sleep
You’re a stolen trick
A house on fire
And I promise baby
I’m the tenor in your choir
But the bill’s come due
they’ve sent out the punks
And your landing party’s full of
Nothing but drunks
if I could spin a gilded cloth
Of gold and stars and vision
I’d share with you the heavens
That I planned
But I am made of simpler stuff
I’m weak and I am weary
No time for
Building mountains out of sand
Do you feel your pulse race?
Do you have no doubt?
It’s the panic you feel
When all your time’s running out
I’ll make some coffee
You can make some calls
Maybe there’s money in the
Space behind these walls
Did you call me simple?
Did you think me small?
I dream of your visions
But I can’t pay for it all
So I’ll send you my rent share
Soon as I’m paid
Hope you find peace before your
Colors all fade
if I could spin a gilded cloth
Of gold and stars and vision
I’d share with you the heavens
That I planned
But I am made of simpler stuff
I’m weak and I am weary
No time for
Building mountains out of sand
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