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Hooligans Intro
00:42
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2. |
Hooligans
03:10
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When you finally make it to heaven
It’ll feel just like 7-11
It’ll fit you
Just like a glove
And you won’t have to travel
To the sky above
You won’t have to
leave your driveway
And you
Don’t have
To wait til you’re dead
Because heaven is
Is in your head
You gotta
You gotta believe
You gotta dream big
Like Christmas Eve
Maybe I’ll be your fool again
Like English hooligans
Like we’re back in school again
Oh, I don’t wanna go
And then maybe you’ll know
How not to be someone that hurts
The people that love you
Would you be my friend?
Yes I’m with you to the friend
But can’t you see that it depends
On the shape that I am in
Oh, I can see
I’ve been missing the point
I can see that you
Are out of joint
All the things that you fear
Combined into one garbage year
Where’s she go when she disappears
Escalations talking into mirrors
Putting fingers to her ears
To the secret place where she drowns her fears
I meet her at the well
Piece by piece, the feelings cease
We’re putting this beast back on the leash
Close to home licking the bones
Of the people you love most
Sometimes it gets too heavy
Sometimes it gets too hot
Sometimes you’ve gotta be
All the bad things that you’re not
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3. |
They/Them Intro
00:21
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4. |
They/Them
04:21
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I met a gal in my dream
Wasn’t a gal at all
Their city it changed me
Catalysts come and they go
Sat down on my bed
And sang to me
I cried when we sang a song together
The playboy of the western world
That was a long time ago on the mountain
They took a new love and moved to the ocean
I don’t hold any hopes of reunion, still
How are you?
The color blue
Do you still think about me too?
They them
Since their departure
Things have been slow
That’s life in a small town
That’s life on the low
Met another Capricorn
Abandoned again
Met a Cancer polyamorous
She is my friend
You set a side of myself into motion
You tend to blow back in with the season
We have our peculiar reasons, still
How are you?
The color blue
No one is telling you what to do
They them
Those fearful old hippies
They tried to make a mess out of you
Those fearful old hippies
They didn’t know what to do
Abode of the Message
They tried to make a mess out of you
Abode of the Message
They didn’t know what to do
How are you?
The color blue
It’s better to search for the truth
Than to wait for it to find you
Are you always where you wanted to be?
They them
They them
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5. |
Caffeine Intro
00:49
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6. |
Caffeine
03:24
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Me and caffeine got a good thing goin
She keeps me goin
I keep goin goin goin
Me and caffeine are living in lust
In her I trust
My sense of shame
She takes my memories
And forgets me my name
Gives me adrenaline
So I don’t rust
Me and caffeine are living life lean
While I resist her wicked sister
Nicotine
In my head we’re dancing
In a sugar shack bar
There’s a mariachi band
And she takes me by the hand
And she puts it to her face
And we embrace
And we fall
And we never
Hit the ground
Me and caffeine, got me screamin'
Tearing through the city
Trying to get even
Against a clock that never ever stops
Trying to find my girl
But I can’t
Slow down
I had a dream
I was in Ecuador
I was swimmin in beans
And these men came with swords
And they opened up my seams
And I lost all my dreams
And I lost all my dreams
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