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Jealousy
03:25
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Jealousy
Aren’t you tired
Of giving up your dreams?
Being called a liar
When it’s only been three weeks.
I'll pick you up, turn you around, we'll backpack baby get out of town
And live like we're free
We'll catch a plane, dance in the rain, live like we've dream't for days
Make them wish they were we
This must be jealousy
All I can think about
Is when can we go?
When’s the next big thing?
Feels like we've been here before
I'll pick you up, turn you around, we'll backpack baby, get out of town
And live like we're free
We'll catch a plane, dance in the rain, live like we've dream't for days
Make them wish they were we
This must be jealousy
Is this our song?
Do we stay do we go?
Who cares where we end up anyway?
Is more than I can say.
This must be jealousy
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2. |
Simon
03:30
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Simon
It's funny how much of this I can’t stand
So many faces, under aided clueless without a plan
And yet it seems there following some kind of silly make believe
the kind that screams money, fake lives and misery.
That's us
Not sitting on our hands
We’re Doing what we can
We’re Singing songs we love
From the pretty parts of us
And it's not right how we can't breed
In our ever changing society
Doing it for money and not for love
What has this place come to I don’t know
So many phonies don’t know how to put on a good show
And yet It seems like I’m hearing the same single thing every day
Too many bands try to fly somehow end up the same.
That's us
Not sitting on our hands
We’re Doing what we can
We’re Singing songs we love
From the pretty parts of us
And it's not right how we can't breed
In our ever changing society
Doing it for money and not for love
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3. |
Move Along
02:34
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Move Along
Like it where we had it
Are friends love psycho manic
Don’t try you’ll never get this song
With a long drum beat and a 1,2,3
We’ve got this shit, vinyl, CD
Alright now it’s on
(O)
We like it yet we move along
Living here for days
This Shit box ever pays
Yet I’ve never got enough of this life
I’ll take it until I’ve had it
Send it micro manage
Find a place where I belong
(O)
We like it yet we move along
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4. |
Epic
03:25
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Epic
Don’t like it got to bring it back
Had it all doesn’t seem to show
Try to buy it gets us nowhere outside our zones
Been trying to see things clearly
Write em up don’t let em get shot down
Is it the next time around?
We did it on our own
And yet it's not quite home
We just lost all hope
Too much of yes and no
Now we’re too far grown
Not a thing to say
They looked the other way
I still have to try
Because this is our life
And yet it’s not quite right
I’ve seen this part before
Hit the wall with nowhere to go
Can’t get it but I’ll do it on my own
Never wanted it so badly
Grabbing something that’s just outside our reach
And yet it means so much to me.
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5. |
Midnight
03:02
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Midnight
Midnight's here and it's hard to breathe
There's something here but i can't see
It picks me up from way up here
Heavens far , but i'm way too down
I see the light, but i missed my chance
Time has stopped, but it past so fast
My eyes are numb, and i can't see
Where i am or where i ought to be
And these words, that i say.
They may burn
And these words, that i write.
They bare the truth
I sing all these songs like salt on a wound,
For all the young hearts that come my way.
I write all these words like truth on a page.
For all the young ears that come my way.
I hear all these words on the top of my head.
Like the sweet little songs from the girls on the rocks
They slip out my mouth and i scream them aloud
Till all the airs out and i hit the ground
Took all this time to make up a plan.
Some kinda map with an "X" at the end
My eyes aren't numb and i CAN see
That where i am is where i ought to be!
And these words, that i say.
They may burn
And these words, that i write.
They bare the truth
I sing all these songs like salt on a wound,
For all the young hearts that come my way.
I write all these words like truth on a page.
For all the young ears that come my way.
I sing all these songs like salt on a wound,
For all the young hearts that come my way.
I write all these words like truth on a page
For all the young ears that come my way.
I sing all these songs like salt on a wound,
For all the young hearts that come my way.
I write all these words like truth on a page.
For all the young ears that come my way.
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6. |
Where Have You Been
05:34
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Where Have You Been?
I’ve made mistakes
Some which no one should know
But i’ll get it out, time to let it go
Days of missing you has gotten me to out of reach
Cornered and pulled, from both sides
No matter which i choose, it’s not right
What the hell was i supposed to say?
Now i’m not the same?
Where have been because you know I've had it she’s only 3 days old
I can’t believe anything that you've said to me you’re just too cold
I was desperate and panicked and looking for a reason to go
When you’re old and finished she won't believe it's you
I've stood around, i couldn't let go
It was big mistake and now i know
We were just kids that wanted everything
Taking baby steps and it’s not right
You’re missing out on life on the other side
Something like this means everything to me
Where have been because you know I've had it she’s only 3 days old
I can’t believe anything that you've said to me you’re just too cold
I was desperate and panicked and looking for a reason to go
When you’re old and finished she won't believe it's you
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These Fast Times Montreal, Québec
4 Piece PC band from Montreal Canada. Unoriginal and loving it.
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