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JUNGLE
03:53
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When I'm in your aura, I, simply melted
You wan stay with me, well I'm your puppet
We are one in the same, I can't help it
You got the best of me, babe I want it
I won't wake up, I want answers
If I'm with you, I will wake up
Youre not with me, I will stay
Lose your mind girl, be my dancer
I won't wake up, I want answers
If I'm with you, I will wake up
Youre not with me, I will stay
Lose your mind girl, be my dancer
Why stay for the evening, when you could stay for the night
I'll give the best of me, so you could give it a try
You got inside my head, I didn't put up a fight
You are predictable, well so is your, huh
I won't wake up, I want answers
If I'm with you, I will wake up
Youre not with me, I will stay
Lose your mind girl, be my dancerI won't wake up, I want answers
If I'm with you, I will wake up
Youre not with me, I will stay
Lose your mind girl, be my dancer
I want you
Sweet as sap
I won't wake up, I want answers
If I'm with you, I will wake up
Youre not with me, I will stay
Lose your mind girl, be my dancerI won't wake up, I want answers
If I'm with you, I will wake up
Youre not with me, I will stay
Lose your mind girl, be my dancer
Lose your mind girl, be my dancer
Lose your mind girl, be my dancer
Lose your mind girl, be my dancer
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RAT RACE
02:34
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It's obvious now, huh
Under the barrel of a gun
You can really trust no one
It's never too late to run
There's really nothing to it, maybe
Feel like you're one of many
End up dead like kennedy
Or live to be an accessory
Don't place that bet
You wont like what you get
You will never pay your rent
Your girl wont listen to you vent
It's come to this, rat
You wont come back from that
You're not fluent in combat
The director wants to have a chat
There's really nothing to it, maybe
Feel like you're one of many
End up dead like kennedy
Or live to be an accessory
Although this life is decorated
Don't let it get exaggerated
You will make it aggravating
It's not what I anticipated
As you do
Walk like you
Put on a mask and walk around the world in your skin
Hope they won't notice
Stay the coldest
The past will catch up to your disguise walk exposed
So there you go
Walking home
You try to blend in but the sweat is really starting to drip
With nervous eyes
Start to cry
A little weirder than your past self had in mind
There's really nothing to it, maybe
Feel like you're one of many
End up dead like kennedy
Or live to be an accessory
Although this life is decorated
Don't let it get exaggerated
You will make it aggravating
Its not what I anticipated
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THE STAIRS
05:19
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I lost my head, down by the Stairs
Dig out the dirt, wind through her hair
Find someone else, someone who cares
Hide in the church, fear in the air
She knew an aristocrat that said “the path is already chosen for you”
A wishing well and a wish for hell, another promise that you could never really keep
The Crimson times and a thousand lies, you can never take back what you did
Premeditated while You were medicated,
The footage shows you all of the details
Dont text and drive, where’s your Alibi, sometime the low road will drop you off
A philosophy turned a need to please, the return to form was really never quite boring
The horror house and belling the mouse, “it is easy to propose Impossible remedies”
Put up a fight so I reached for the light, but all I could back was despair
Down by the stairs where we met
The first time was the last time I fell through the net
I thought Youd risked it all but in the end what’d you give
Another time in your memories that you’ll probably just forget
I lost my head, down by the Stairs
Dig out the dirt, wind through her hair
Find someone else, someone who cares
Hide in the church, fear in the air
Faith, you're waiting for something to change
A reason to speak on my name
A scapegoat to place all the blame
A book that doesn’t have much to say
The place that you gave your life away
Same time that you made your body stay
The excess love that you would never take
My face could show you that it was fake,
I lost my head, down by the stairs
But I can’t forget, the clothes that you where
I waited and waited so long
So I lost my head, down by the stairs
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Pons Brooklyn, New York
NYC // NO WAVE // DEDSTRANGE RECORDS
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