1. |
Play Happy
03:09
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2. |
Bike
02:52
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There's too much room
This kitchen could be smaller
This house could house a family or two
Sleep on the couch
If I don't feel like moving
I'll move into my daytime living
I'll blur that line again
I'll sleep with all my friends
And show them all my bitter ends
If I head west
The gravity is homeward
I'm bound to land of safer ground
Well I don't think I'm weak
For missing easy living
I've fallen off my bike
Broken by heart twice
Discovered what it meant to love me
If I could make out what I say
And I could learn from my mistakes
Then maybe I'd find home someday
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3. |
What We Heard as Kids
02:57
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Waking the children
TV's been malfunctioning
Haven't seen my favorite show in several weeks
I still miss watching
On the news most every night
All the games that we used to play in real life
Cops and robbers on the screen
Looks a lot like make believe
Hid under houses
Other boys discovered me
Skinny kid who ran much faster than he seemed
Watch what I'm saying
To keep what's left of my pride
Because every time we play football I cry
Oldest boy was nice to me
And made me never want to leave
Everyday, there'd be something he'd say
That he didn't want me to repeat
Acquiesce and deny to address any doubt
To a worrisome mother
She met him at his house
He stopped coming around
Heard that he's a Marine now
Playing cops and robbers everyday
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4. |
Doubt
04:39
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How did I get to be where I stand
Alone in my kitchen
I had a vision, I had a truth
And in my mind I'll make it to you
Don't touch me
I'm thinking
Who will I betray
To keep dreaming
I'm not as alone as I think
Still I pray to an entity
To prove that my happiness now
Isn't all that is left for me
I won't live for free
I will live for me
Don't touch me
I'm thinking
Who will I become
When I'm finally living
I'm calling out
Take all my doubt
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5. |
Hick Parade
03:44
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All out at once
The neighbors have their fun
Shooting bottle rockets, scaring my dog
Anxious, she runs
To escape the flash and bang
Only met with walls, hindering her getaway
I've never seen her get this way
Before they came
I swore one day
That every last one of them would pay
But maybe I'm projecting
And maybe I know better
Two weeks flew by
The new neighbors are nice
Never shoot off anything to start a fight
Now that they're gone
I miss them more than not
Because there's no one to direct my anger on
So I hope you take your time
Getting to South Carolina
Leaving your hick parade behind
In the quiet suburbs of Pennsylvania
So I hope you take your time
Getting to South Carolina
Leaving your hick parade behind
In the quiet suburbs of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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6. |
Heathen
03:48
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Holier than I
You peer into a dark part of my mind
Terrified to find
A lack of anything you think is right
Fearing for my life
You're begging me to open up my eyes
I might have even tried
Had you not spurned to visit when I die
It's time to make amends
With everything I am
And wake up with a friend somewhere
I don't feel scared anymore
Brother, I love you
Trapped beneath
An ocean of eternal, rapturous grief
If not everyone's meant to live eternal
Why mourn the heathens killed for your survival?
It's people like me who give you and yours a chance
To live in heaven justified by our expense
Sublime deliverance
It's time to make amends
With everything I am
And wake up with a friend somewhere
I don't feel scared
Of getting burned anymore
Brother, I love you
Pressed beneath
The weight of non-belief
I did not ask for
Nor could I lift off
For your sake
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7. |
Stitches
06:02
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Tied to a tree
A zipline brings your feet to me
And my teeth
It barely hurts
At least at first
Until the blood begins to creep
From my lip
To my chin
Oh God, I fucked my face up again
What will my mother say
You've got pictures in three days
I'll say I'm sorry
I wasn't thinking
Say sorry all you want
It won't repair your scar
You made the choice you made
I hope you're ready
I know you're dreading
Being immortalized
For a lifetime
Six stitches left
Until my chin receives an artifical cleft
Right on time for picture day
My mother bought them anyway
She told me not to be afraid
Everyone gets stitches
At one point or another
That may be true, I said
They don't always scar this bad
Who'd ever want to look at that
Say sorry all I want
It won't repair my scar
I made the choice I made
I hope I'm ready
I know I'm dreading
Being immortalized
For a lifetime
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Steven Katona
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