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Dancing by Myself
03:16
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I caught the spill,
when you had your fill,
you've got it down to an art,
you want me out of your heart.
So I'm dancing by myself,
just another weekend warrior,
sipping on the filth,
they tell me dancing's bad for my health.
But I don't mind it, I've got drinking on my brain,
I don't mind it, a rat running through your maze,
I don't mind it, four letter angry little words,
I don't mind it.
That's why I'm dancing by myself.
Just another weekend warrior,
sipping on the filth,
they tell me dancing's bad for my health.
But better than watching my life pass by.
On a sunlit morning landslide.
Dancing by myself,
just another weekend warrior,
sipping on the filth,
they tell me dancing's bad for my health.
But I don't mind it, I've got drinking on my brain,
I don't mind it, a rat running through your maze,
I don't mind it, four letter angry little words,
I don't mind it, my shit's sitting on the curb.
I don't mind it, dancing by myself.
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2. |
Needle
02:58
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You've got scars in all the right places,
carry your story in your negative spaces,
you speak your mind without reservation,
and talk your way out of any situation, oh,
remember how we spoke, of human asymptotes,
you never kiss and tell, you're just that kind of bloke,
feel a chill crawling up my spine, when you ask,
how many lovers have you had?
You know you make me wanna die,
need you like a needle in my eye
you know you make me wanna die,
feel you so bad and I don't know why.
Because you're giving me hope,
and then you take it away,
I need a stethoscope to hear what your lips won't say,
you open your mouth and I am falling inside,
I cling to each phrase to find the places you hide.
there's a curse living in my head,
it's got me thinking that I'm better off dead,
I feel a chill running down my spine, when you say,
you know your smile ain't so bad?
You know you make me wanna die,
need you like a needle in my eye,
you know you make me wanna die,
feel you so bad and I don't know why.
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3. |
Wasted Potential
03:01
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We go out,
we get high,
we're stretchin out
we're gonna fly,
we're breakin down,
we cut it up,
I've learned to like the taste of blood,
and fucking up
I don't care this,
life's a rental,
I've got loads of wasted potential
I'm stretchin out. oh oh
We're breaking down,
we cut it up
I've learned to like the taste of blood,
and fucking up
I don't care this,
life's a rental,
I've got loads of wasted potential,
I'm stretchin out,
we have fun my,
friends are mental,
we've got loads of wasted potential.
We're stretchin out. oh oh
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4. |
Break Shit
02:56
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at this rate,
I'm gonna die in wait,
I'd make a bad call,
over none at all,
I'm caving in, yeah, I wanna give in,
I'm lucid I'm loose, let's go off,
another cost incurred, there's no end game,
I'm lucid I'm loose, yeah, I'm loose change,
I'm on the wrong side of calm and you scoff,
I'm obtuse I go on I go off,
I wanna break shit.
Like a sickness creeping inside,
squaring off with my leukocytes,
when I told you it's cool.
well I lied.
A short fuse,
another gear slip,
a few screws, with their heads' stripped
you raise your flag declare open season,
I'm begging for you to give me on reason.
Break shit.
I wanna break shit.
The things they say and do don't let it get to you.
Out of my mind, cause every single time.
I wanna break shit.
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Jamie Gia Long Beach, California
Jamie Gia is a Canadian alternative, indie-rock songwriter and guitarist.
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