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Champagne

Lacing your sneakers on the soles that you have worn so thin Timber wolves hunt on a night like this Your headache prone Your muscles groan You better be ready for the heat From the coal beneath your feet Run. Oh run. Yes I know now, I know now The...

Don't Ever Tell Anybody Anything

And it's times like these I confide in sleep I'm in a forest of knowledge Without an apple to eat And we're a yellow brick road away From a selfless acquaintance A marriage of faith So toss all the colors to the floor For the aesthetic hand, I shan't a...

I'm A Giant

See, I'm a giant I'm the noise in your head I don't know who I am And I haven't been there Yet. Well, the nerves in the vestments Clothe the boxed brains of a comedy Or tragedy And Drama holds her name As my tides follow their order She's proving mi...

If Your Eyes Were The Sun

It's a question we ask Why does it end? A year A life A number of things Cause seasons change and months go by And all we'll do is think of you Remember how you'd laugh and sing along Things aren't the same without you singing my song But I'll lift m...

Machines

When machines hum your dreams A plastic scene from in the magazines I was never good at walking blindfolded Whiskey themes, my tongue it wreaks But blinded by the bottle and blinded by screams Are two different things? When lines cross on corners From r...

Off White

Come quick darling there isn't much time He was standing by the door With his raincoat on. As the clouds began to cry. We know how it goes When these songs start to breathe Once a lifeless collection, Now puzzle pieces to the name And who was the last...

Saints

You're the party in my bones And the second thought my brain can hold On how to live life Even when it gets stolen Cause yours was taken And I blame the sky But you'd never waste your time On blaming the clouds You'd raise your glass And make a toast...

The Rest Is History...

Yeah, we're a burden. No, no we don't try real hard. We just get by strumming our hearts, All by ourselves. Yeah, we don't see a purpose. To the fights you sell. Cause you're just seeking cheap shots in sweet spots, I keep my hands to myself. Some say...