1. |
Alright
01:51
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I'm always crying
crying for more
whether I'm begging or I'm banging on doors
who needs tomorrow when I'm living right now
not gonna stop until I'm dead in the ground
You're alright
Speeding by getting more blurry than clear
throwing aside all my worry and fear
you've got me stumbling now
help me remember how to forget somehow
You're alright
My knees are shaking
my head is racing
what's gonna happen when I gotta start paying
I'll keep on spending
I'll keep on sinning
not gonna stop until the whole world is spinning
Shame shame
they're laughing at me
they think that I don't know but I can hear them scream
Look out look out
there's new blood in town
the wolves have caught your scent and kid there's no one around
Backed in a corner while they're baring their teeth
the end result of all my lust and my greed
Who's gonna save me
You're alright
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2. |
Stand Me Up
02:47
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Well baby my honey
tell me why don't you love me
is it all in my head
or is this relationship dead
I can't tell anymore
Just know your ship's left the shore
Well baby, my honey
tell me why don't you love me
is it because of my friends
or is it something I said
I can't tell anymore
you're walking right out the door
Just stand me up
don't lead me on
you say it's love
we know it's gone
Don't turn me on
just cut me off
your game is won
let down the cloth
Just hang me up
leave me to dry
won't take too long
no tears to cry
Leave me alone
then I can fly
or better yet
maybe I'll die
Well baby, my honey
you say you're gonna love me
but my last girl's gone
she left me here all alone
how can I trust you
you're gonna leave me too
Well shame, my honey
You say you don't love me
don't bother asking why
said there's another guy
you don't like my charm
you look good in his arms
Just stand me up
don't lead me on
you say it's love
we know it's gone
Don't turn me on
just cut me off
your game is won
let down the cloth
Just hang me up
leave me to dry
won't take too long
no tears to cry
Untie the noose
stop telling lies
just cut me loose
then I can fly
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3. |
Grow
01:25
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Who needs her
gotta leave
way better off if I do
Her grip gets tighter when I try to fight her
says she loves me through and through
Condescending
stop pretending like I need this more than you
my head is fried and my hands are tied
while you bend me till I break
Who needs her
finally free
and I think I like it too
sweet sovereignty's got a hold on me and I'll be damned if I crawl back to you
Stop offending
I'm not pretending cause I need this more than you
my eyes are wide and I've found my stride
while I leave you in my wake
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4. |
Bled Dry
04:48
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Babe you got me stuck like it's a fucking bear trap
hope you don't like my arm cause I'm gnawing on it
begging me to stay like I'm a dog on your lap
you're looking for my wallet
you're gonna bleed me dry till I don't have a dime
you're gonna bleed me dry
Babe you toy with my like I'm your fucking lab rat
now I'm starving in my cage cause you forgot about it
only keep my round cause I'm someone you laugh at
you've got me in your pocket
you're gonna bleed me dry till I don't have a dime
you're gonna bleed me dry
I gotta spend more money
I gotta spend more time
I gotta call you honey
why do I even try
Babe you toss me round like I'm a fucking ball cap
now I'm lost behind the couch cause you don't care about it
you're sweet talking, slow me down now I'm like tree sap
you're reaching in my pocket
you're gonna bleed me dry till I don't have a dime
you're gonna bleed me dry
I gotta spend more money
I gotta spend more time
I gotta call you honey
why do I even try
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