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Where's Pierre?
03:49
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I'm walking around with my hands in my pockets, I'm making my way towards
The heat and the sound of the silver screen dreams I wrote onto the note I slipped under your door that said, "I'm on my way up, you're tearing me down. I'm on my way up, you're standing around."
I keep telling myself, "It's okay to be troubled, I won't become stagnant like them."
Just keep dragging your feet, turn those days into weeks, into years then lose count and cave in.
The worst that could happen is cracking the whip and dictating what's safe and what's sin.
Don't lie down, tell yourself, "You'll turn out just as well if you do what they say," don't give in.
I'm on my way up, you're tearing me down. I'm on my way up, you're standing around.
These aren't the answers that you've been dying to give.
They've been twisted around all the heat and the sound of these silver screen dreams in my head.
But your words don't mean a damn thing.
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Mr. Monday
04:05
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You're developing an attitude that I'm finding hard to ignore.
I'm giving up on what we've both been fighting for.
And we don't owe each other any time to explain.
I know you better than to think anything could change.
I'm standing at your front door. Yeah, I'm right here at your doorstep.
And I'm waiting in your front yard, cursing up and down your white fence.
I swear I'll do anything to make you mine, so don't stay up waiting.
(Why would you say that to me now? You're just afraid of finding out.)
Your telephone in your hand as you pry open my car door, and suddenly the conversation becomes a chore.
I love it when you lie to me like that. Give me what you think I want, I'll give it right back.
I'm standing at your front door. Yeah, I'm right here at your doorstep.
And I'm waiting in your front yard, cursing up and down your white fence.
I swear I'll do anything to make you mine, so don't stay up waiting.
I swear I'm really giving you up this time, so don't act surprised.
(Why would you say that to me now? You're just afraid to know.)
I'm standing at your front door. Yeah, I'm right here at your doorstep.
And I'm waiting in your front yard, cursing up and down your white fence.
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I want to be wrong in saying that you just said what I've been saying all along.
And it's neither a stretch, nor too farfetched to think that it could still be wrong.
And I'm trying not to stress, but I'd rather be high and dry than at a low.
I'm not impressed by all the useless things that you know.
You don't know, but I know.
Don't believe what you haven't seen yet, I'm standing alone on this steady road.
You see what you don't believe in, I'm standing alone on this steady road.
You won't be seen if you leave here, you're treading alone on that steady road.
You'll see if you never leave, yeah, you're treading alone on that steady road.
Take it back, I don't need you here. I wouldn't have stayed if I had known.
Wind up - hit me again, I didn't feel it.
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Johnny Forearms
03:29
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I am the coast closing in, casting my shadows on those within.
The taste of evil is all we know, disguised in light.
Why did my ego have to go to compromise?
You're tearing the line apart, you're scratching in,
the way to the heart of the beacon, buried with my sin.
I am the coast closing in, casting my shadows on those within.
And I know that you're no good without it.
I'm not saying it's impossible - we were all built in spite of obstacles.
The crowd's always laughing at you, wouldn't revenge taste so sweet?
Pushing all your problems on someone with nowhere else to be?
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