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Single Bed
04:18
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you got your nails done,
back when you were young,
but now you’ve bitten them down,
till they’re flat and they’re round,
what a shame so
you used to have fun,
back when you were young,
but now you’re being followed round,
by a black rain cloud,
what a shame so
so what is there left to enjoy,
when all we do is disappoint,
and after every words been said,
you always did prefer your single bed
have you had too much?
or not enough?
and are you gonna flick the match to burn,
all that we built up
and maybe one day we might realise
under covers is no place to hide
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2. |
Colour Me In
03:22
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colour me, colour me in
use your best, set of pens
black or white, red or blue
i leave the shade, up to you
i've always been, so colourless
just pick a shade, and colour me in
stay in my lines, take your time
that's all that i can ask of you
change your mind, wipe me clean
leave me for your memories
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3. |
Flip The Tables
02:41
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your stern green eyes
your phone on hold
you'll never know
how to use some self control
been here before
both silent over the board
making pieces fit
even when they don't
you let me win just so you can flip the table
you let me in just so you can flip the tables
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4. |
Bus Stop
04:00
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you met him at the bus stop
to take him to your house
so you can show your parents
this nice guy that you’ve found
but when you got inside
you both kicked your shoes off
and b-lined for the bedroom
cause he was never one for showing off
you spent the next eight months
just kicking it together
doing boring shit that always felt better when
you had him around, thought you'd always have him around
but did he start to drift?
did he start to lose his interest
in all the small little memories
he said he's never gonna forget
you spent the next eight month
just piecing it together
doing boring shit that always felt better when
you had him around, thought you'd always have him around
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5. |
Smarten Up
02:46
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sunsets over death bed, under ceiling panes that hold all the lights up
regrets float round my head full of all the things i don’t get to say now
and still you ask me “what’s the problem lately?”
expectations set too greatly
think over trouble i’ve made, on nights we lay awake
will i ever smarten up?
useless like an old dress shrunk too small to sit on my shoulders
progress felt so pointless i walk away to hide all my pain now
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