1. |
Put an End to This
03:18
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My Lamps are glued to you
There you go
Burning a whole right through
You like a natural disaster
Forthwith, don't persist
Lets put an end to this
'Cause you're tormenting me
The catalyst
You chuck a spanner in the works
Speed up the reaction
Increase the perks of a fatal attraction to you
You're the thorn in my side
You're causing havoc whilst you lurk
about did I mention
I've gone berserk with a fatal attraction to you
You're the thorn in my side
Taking me for a ride
If looks could kill
I'm already dead
You're focussed and piercing through
me as if this was your first nature
No use trying to resist
Don't persist, lets put an end to this
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2. |
Guess What I Did
03:14
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Guess what I did
I flipped my lid
I tried to keep my cool
Was unsuccessful
Guess what
I burnt the bridge
I lost my cool
So typical
Remember the way it used to be?
Before the wave of reality
Remember the day you got the picture?
Bad luck is forever a fixture
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3. |
The Same Light
03:26
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It was a cold, cold night
and all I can do is think about you
You're adamant
That this was the right thing you should do.
You've come to the wrong conclusion in every possible way this time
It was a cold, cold night
and all I can do is think about how
In retrospect
Wish I showed my hand before now
You've sadly picked the wrong occasion to reveal this information
I'm unsure with which reaction that the matter should be taken
Bad decision in it's own right
You're not envisioned in the same light
No regrets judging by your lingo
I've been waiting by the window
Though you'll never change
Plain old same
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4. |
Man About It
02:47
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I'm gonna be a man about it
and lie through my teeth
Find a hole and I'll wriggle out
Pray to God it'll fizzle out
Follow the light as I tunnel out
Pray to God it'll fizzle out
Means nothing to me in all honesty
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5. |
Rewind Last Night
02:44
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Get a grip
wasn't a freudian slip
I didn't say what you thought that I said
Get a grip
wasn't a freudian slip
I've tripped my self up into a single bed
If I could I would rewind last
Slip of the tongue
It was a slip of the togue
Nothing more nothing less
Thank God the night's nearly over
Echoes round my head like cannon balls of lead
Slip of the tongue
It was a slip of the togue
Nothing more nothing less
Oh there's no way out
Echoes around and around
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6. |
Drawing Board
02:44
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7. |
Strange But I
03:10
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Strange, but I
Thought it would cut like a knife
Hearing details of your social life
Can't get my back up
Can't cast no blame
I've been doing exactly the same
If you've got a bone to pick with me don't bother
Cross my heart and hope to die
The word don't revolve around you or I
I've got bigger fish to fry, no lie.
Strange, but I
Have cottoned on
Wonder why it took me so long
To see the bigger picture at last
I figure forget about It fast
I'm aware you're unaware
I don't care, you're unaware
To be frank it'd be hard to repair
So take it or leave it yeh.
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8. |
This Club
03:14
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I've put my foot down so hurry right up
I just can't wait to get out of this club
Grab your jacket, I can't hacket no
I just can't wait to go
I just can't wait to get out of this club.
Itching to buy another round
Afraid we don't share common
Spent all my cash and now my bank account is empty.
I hear least orders at the bar
This night has dragged right from the start
Would rather have headed straight home coincidently
Next time remind me
Leave after the pub
After the pub kicks out
I've put my foot down so hurry right up
I just can't wait to get out of this club
Forget goodbyes, stop walking so slow
I just can't wait to go
I just can't wait to get out of this club.
Sieving my wallet for small tender
Collecting funds still left to render
Shrapnel proves to be the main contender
Quids in, about as far away to the matter at hand
I pray tonight concludes at any point in the near future
'Tis a must next week to visit the city
Can't end up back here again it aint to pretty
'Tis a must next week to visit the city
I would have this place shut down
Flee this God forsaken town
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9. |
If There Was a Time
02:49
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If there was a time I could boast the most It's now
But you're blissfully ignorant all year round
If there was a time I could gloat the most It's now
But I'll bite my tongue.
I'm down to the last dregs
I'm on my last legs
This is by far the worst case scenario
I might as well be in better company
If there was a time I could boast the most It's now
Head screwed on, nonsense gone, I'm moving on
If there was a time I could gloat the most It's now
There's no use, so obtuse
I'm down to the last dregs
I'm on my last legs
This is by far the worst case scenario
I might as well be in better company
Aint got a clue
Still in the dark
Unaware you don't meet the bench mark
I might as well be in better company
Wave good bye to me now
Would be a mistake sticking about
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