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Tuesday
05:17
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Swirling inside my head
Images of a Tuesday night
Red and dark, black and grass
Stolen feelings from the kid with no chance
Will you give in, give in, give in?
Wandering down this road
Should know better than to go
The Devil's paying close attention now
I've had it all; it's not enough somehow
Will I give in, give in, give in?
How does it feel to know
That it's me that's trying to show you the door
Would you care to know
That I wanted you every single day
Just not that Tuesday
All that whiskey left
Everybody, everyone was feeling just fine
Only reason why sleep was so good that night
High and light, skin on skin
I'm well aware the line I crossed wasn't so thin
Yeah, I gave in, gave in, gave in
How does it feel to know
That it's me that's trying to show you the door
Would you care to know
That I wanted you every single day
Just not that Tuesday
Don't ask, don't tell
Don't look into my eyes
The couch is fine
For my conscious tonight
Don't ask, don't tell
Don't look into my eyes
The couch is just fine
For my guilty conscious tonight
How does it feel to know
That it's me that's about to walk right out the door, where's the door?
Would you care to know
That I wanted you in every single way
Just not that Tuesday
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2. |
Windowless Mind
04:43
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I don't want to work today
I just want to lie in bed and waste away
I don't want to hurt today
I just want to take my feet and fly away
I don't want to love today
I just want to steal a heart and run away
Cause the sunlight can't make it to this windowless mind.
I don't want to drink today
I just want reality to go away
I don't want to cry today
I just want to crack a smile and look away
I don't want to laugh today
I just want to destroy it all, then throw you away
Cause the sunlight can't make it to this windowless mind
I don't want to die today
I just want to cause a crash and walk away
I don't want to know today
I just want to feel your words and fade away
I don't want to live today
I just want to take my world and give it away
Cause the sunlight and these cold, lonely walls
Yeah, the sunshine just can't make it to this windowless mind
Every day it's like this, every day I wonder
Am I really gonna live to see tomorrow
Every day it's like this, every day I wonder
Am I really gonna make it to tomorrow
Every day it's like this, every day I wonder
How in the hell we're gonna live to see tomorrow
Every day it's like this, every day we wonder
Are we really gonna make it to tomorrow?
Well, I don't want to be alive today
But I don't have anywhere else that I can stay
I could be alone every day
I don't need someone to tell me that I'll be okay
In this windowless mind
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3. |
Nothing More
03:52
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It's unknown what I'm doing 'round here
Sneaky little smile on your face
All nervous and nobody knows
How long I'll be away
Some little girl, lost in the world
Lookin' for a hand to hold
Vulture ways led to terrible days
Drunk and broken on the floor
The bottle's been gone now for awhile
Nothing more of this cigarette
Sunshine ain't smiling down
Now a storm of hate and regret
Some little girl, looking around
Looking' for a hand to hold
Selfish ways led to terrible things
Shifting in and out of hell
And I told you once before that from me you'll have
Nothing more
It's unknown what you're doing 'round here
Subtle crooked grin on your lips
Plotting, planning your approach
Since you showed up around six
Some grown man, searching for love
Looking for his prey to kill
Selfish ways led to terrible things
Shifting in and out of hell
Thought I could play this better than you
A guitar and a game of wits
Armed yourself far better than I
Yeah, you practiced all your tricks
Some grown man, sneaking around
Hoping that this is the time
Self ways led to terrible things
What about your lies?
And I told you twice before that from me you'll have
Nothing more
Words you spoke, no, you didn't mean them
Things you stole, oh, you didn't need them
Hearts you broke, oh, you didn't see them
And from me nothing more
I won't tell you anymore cause from me you'll have
Nothing more
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4. |
Words Like Water
03:43
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Your words are like water when you try to tell me anything at all
I'll drink them up and swallow them down but after awhile just piss it all away
I know you don't mean anything that you say to me but
It feels so nice to have the thrill of a compliment linger in my ear
This is you; this is me and loneliness makes three
We are real. We are here. In loneliness, nothing's clean.
My words are like water when I'm holding you, whispering things I like about you
You open your hand, watch it pool up but after awhile just let it all slip away
You know I don't mean anything that I say to you but
It feels so nice to have the thrill of a compliment linger in your ear
This is you; this is me and loneliness makes three
We are real. We are here. In loneliness, nothing's clean.
I've made my bed now it's time to leave
I've got a mess that I don't want to clean
Loneliness is loving this, holding my hand
He's staring me in the eye, telling me that he understands
He understands that
This is you; this is me and loneliness makes three
We are real. We are here. In loneliness, nothing's clean
This is you; this is me and loneliness makes three
We are real. We are here. In loneliness, nothing's clean.
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5. |
The Phone Call
03:24
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The phone call was intentional
I'm not calling just to say "hello"
You know damn, damn well what I want to talk about
Be a man, pick up your phone
Only take a minute or so
You wanna hear, hear me lay it all out for you, well
Then answer my damn phone call
I'm tired of listening to "Peaches for Free"
Don't even care if you believe me
Just gotta come, come clean about our evening
Some mighty God you think you are
Saw the fear when you got out of my car
Should have said, said it then but I didn't, no
You're too scared to answer my damn phone call
I don't call every time you're at work
Realize you're just being a jerk
Can't I just tell you all of my feelings?
You look away when I enter a room
Good things I used to think about you
Turned into bullshit; you can't lie no more
Inevitable I'll see you 'round town
Keep your eyes wide, don't talk too loud
Tell the story one, one more time for everyone
Unaware of the damage that's done
Can't really say who has won
Don't wanna know, know what your thoughts are about it all
Changed my mind, don't answer my damn phone call
It's all right, don't answer my damn phone call
Don't you worry, you won't get another phone call
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6. |
Morning Air
03:45
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The mirror reflection is one I didn't think I'd see
Somehow this girl just waltzed in and snuck up on me
I appreciate her honesty, sometimes her humor
Just make sure that no alcohol gets near her
There was an understanding between her and her bottled friends
All the fun that she could have, lack of memory in the end
Eventually, they decided that it wasn't fair
Now they'll hand back pictures from the night in the morning air
In the morning air, nothing's fair
The names and faces and actions start coming back
"Why'd you do this to me? I thought we were friends, Jack."
He said "Whoa, no, it just wasn't fun for me anymore.
Just wait till you see what happens after the door."
Then suddenly, suddenly voices begin flooding in
All along she thought that she could always turn to Jim
He let her down that night. Yeah, he lead her through the door
So sloppy, anxious, uncaring, they just fucked on the floor
And, in the early light as the world began the day
She's standing in the bathroom, drunk, wondering which up is way
The mirror reflection and the shame it caught her eye
She stared it down, she stared me down, finally stuttered "I.. I..
I know I've seen this face before
I've heard it all, can't seem to learn though
Experience is the best teacher but
How many lessons do I need?"
I know I've seen this face before
I've heard it all, can't seem to learn a damn thing though
Experience is the best teacher but
How many lessons do I need?
In the morning air, nothing's fair.
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7. |
I'm All Right
03:36
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It is all my fault
I am the one to blame
It was my idea
Have you no shame?
I asked for it all
I even folded my jeans
This was perfect
Now please just hold me
Who, oo
Who, ah
Who are you to tell me how I feel?
I remember
There's photographs in my mind
A fifth of whiskey couldn't be enough
To leave it all behind
Who, oo
Who, ah
Who are you to ask me how I feel?
How do you feel now?
I feel fine
I am fine
I'm all right
How do you feel now?
I feel fine
I am fine
I'm all right
I'm all right
I'm all right
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8. |
Blues in June
03:09
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I got all these ideas rushing out of my head
I don't know if they want me to sing or if they want me dead
I got all of these things trying to leave me behind
I just wanna get a little organized and take back my mind
I got all of this fun wanting me to come play
It's asking and telling me in the sexiest way
I got all of these things trying to leave me behind
I just wanna take all this useless guilt and show it a damn good time
I got all of these fools telling me what to do
So many options and opinions but no follow through
I got all of these things trying to leave me behind
No, I'm not interested in any type of compromise
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M.
03:46
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Manipulation
Oo, baby, you're so good at confrontation
Take my time, time, time, don't forget to say what's on your mind
Make conversation with me
Remember last night on the phone
I called, you picked up "Hello?
How you doing? Where you been? I miss you so, and
How much have you been drinking?"
But I say "Oh, honey, don't you worry about a thing."
Manipulation
Oo, baby, you're so smooth and not frustrated
Take all the time, time, time, tell everyone what's on my mind
When you have a conversation with me
I've been let down again by a friend
Who wants my heart in her hands
But every time I try to walk away
I can feel the reigns tightening
But I say "Oh, no, I don't feel anything."
Manipulation
Oo, baby, you cause such a situation
Take all the time, time, time, don't care to hear what's on my mind
When you have a conversation with me
I'm staying in bed with a man
Who wants to fuck but don't understand
I know he thinks he's got me rolled over, laying down
In the palm of his hand
But I say "oh, no, I'm just playing dead."
But I say "oh, no, I'm just playing dead."
But I say "oh, no, I'm just playing dead."
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10. |
Your Tears
03:16
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There's such a comfort from the cigarette smoke
Let the alcohol chill my bones
Never knew there'd be this taste in my mouth
Of regret and questioning and oh, self-doubt
Your tears can't stain my cold, cold heart
It appears I never cared at all
Cause I lied through my eyes when I cried and told you why
Words have failed you for about an hour
Still you refuse to give up power
Twist my mind until it fits like yours
Where's your pride? This is proof that you're insecure
Your tears can't stain my cold, cold heart
It appears I never cared at all
Cause I lied through my eyes when I cried and told you why
Pink and blue, swirling through all your skin
And I never saw this coming
Red and green, here's your dream now the reason
You lie awake and scream
And I'm over this, I can admit it
In your eyes, you don't want to hear this
Sadness seeps into the booth where you are
I cannot understand why this is so hard
Your tears can't stain my cold, cold heart
It appears I never cared at all
Cause I lied through my eyes when I cried and told you "good-bye"
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