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NYC
03:19
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This has, gone rotten for the last time
You stumble and you fall, and trip out in the stall
This time, buried beneath the wreckage
With all the lives you stole, the junkie and halo
One day, I'll find you, In a homeless shelter living in New York City
Waiting for your meal to come
Relapse, respect for all your elders
Misplaced it in the wind, the angel lost her wings
A square, transformed into a circle
Removing all the edge, the past is what's ahead
And You'll listen on what to say
When your mind is shot everyday
And you'll listen to what's the cure
When nobody knows for sure
One day, i'll find you, and i'll grab your hand from the streets of New york City
And i'll bring you home with me
Where we will, retire, and fuck and fight, collapse in all its glory
Like it's our destiny
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The Whisper
02:56
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I don't know, why she gets so cold
with furnaces and microwaves, she pops her pills then hibernates
Her banzai tree, sings of symphonies
composed of her laughter, a happily ever after
She's blowing kisses like she does jobs
Always screaming at the top of her lungs
It's just a whisper, my little sister
and I don’t mean to do the things I do, that make me laugh the way I do with you
She combs her hair, to the side that's bare
I don't think that she's frantic, when I hear of her antics
I don't know, what she's bought or sold
She's shaking like a wet dog, and spewing out verbal smog
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Apocalyptic
03:37
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I never thought that I would be the leader of the pack
Holding back on intel was the matter of this fact
But the earth will move, the sun will boom, and the stars will have their day
counting down the hours, until catastrophe
The radiation burns, like the love you feel for me
And the tides will shift, the ground will drift, as we take our last kiss
We break, we break, we break, we hold on and we shake, we shake, we shake
But I'll never let you go, I'll never let you go
Laying down a blanket, atop a mountain side
A final meal, a picnic, as tears fall from our eyes
But I'll grab your hand, and take a stand, as if I have a plan
As the skies turn white, with blinding light, we smile for the night
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4. |
Rewrite
02:26
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Well I'll Take all my problems
and put them in a box
Mark it return to sender
and stamped with those cinder blocks
We'll rewrite our own history
Well all take all my troubles
And I'll throw them out to sea
I'll place them in a bucket
and fill it with concrete
We'll rewrite our own history
And I will run, like a horse into the wind
Wielding a Battle Axe, That I now use like a pen
And I'll take all my issues
And I'll send them on a trip
To a tropical paradise
with no return flight picked
We'll rewrite our own history
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5. |
Whisper (Acoustic)
03:09
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I don't know, why she gets so cold
with furnaces and microwaves, she pops her pills then hibernates
Her banzai tree, sings of symphonies
composed of her laughter, a happily ever after
She's blowing kisses like she does jobs
Always screaming at the top of her lungs
It's just a whisper, my little sister
and I don’t mean to do the things I do, that make me laugh the way I do with you
She combs her hair, to the side that's bare
I don't think that she's frantic, when I hear of her antics
I don't know, what she's bought or sold
She's shaking like a wet dog, and spewing out verbal smog
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Painted Faces London, Ontario
Painted Faces is a four piece indie punk band hailing from London, ON. The band features Nik Pilecki on vocals and guitar, Andrew Matejic on guitar, Kyle Wakeman on Bass and Trevor Rowe on drums.
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