1. |
The Highest Letdown
04:39
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2. |
Lease
04:27
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Smoke that cigarette my boy and
Drink that whiskey down
It's half past midnight in the cold dark morning
Of a grey sky dead-end town
Keg stand, bar dancer in the corner
Giving out "take me to the bedroom" eyes
But the conversation is degradation
So tell me whatcha doing 'round about sunrise?
It's really really nice to meet you
But I don't really wanna know your name
I said it's really really nice to meet you
But I don't really wanna know your name
I said I really really think I'll lease you
For the price of a dinner and a one night stay
Really really nice to meet you
But I don't really wanna know your name
That's a goddamn shame.
Crunk, all your friends they are growing old
With a wife and a kid and a dog and a home
While you ghost-ride the whip with all your single friends
Cul-de-sac, asking how the story ends
It's a sad, sad feature for the newscast
But it'd never even make the broadcast
There's no romancing when the has been's dancing to
The sound of a youth that's fading fast
It's really really nice to meet you
But I don't really wanna know your name
I said it's really really nice to meet you
But I don't really wanna know your name
I said I really really think I'll lease you
For the price of a dinner and a one night stay
Really really nice to meet you
But I don't really wanna know your name
That's a goddamn shame.
You're my silver medal, dry them tears
I'm here to calm all your deepest fears
Never gonna leave you all alone
For the night anyway, I'll be gone in the morning
Jetpack to the nearest exit
No address, no number, no friend request
And you can like my status if you like my status
It's complicated. I just thought I'd confess
It's really really nice to meet you
But I don't really wanna know your name
I said it's really really nice to meet you
But I don't really wanna know your name
I said I really really think I'll lease you
For the price of a dinner and a one night stay
Really really nice to meet you
But I don't really wanna know your name
That's a goddamn shame.
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3. |
Up and Away
04:21
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A whispered name, adoring gaze
The bliss of laying still
Drink the night, come and chase the light
I'll drink you in until
This is the life we can't stop living
This is the sin we keep forgiving
This is my life for you we're making it every day
Sun on the rise like Sunday morning
Kiss on the lips without a warning
Baby you send my spirit soaring up and away
In the park, on the boardwalk
You claim it's never planned
On the desk, up against the wall
Every chance we can
You are the spark that stirs the engine
You are the calm that breaks the tension
You are the star that lights my legend all the way
Sun on the rise like Sunday morning
Kiss on the lips without a warning
Baby you send my spirit soaring up and away
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4. |
Blackjack Blind
05:18
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Blonde bombshell detonating nightly at the Ace of Spades motel
Sweet talking like a chocolate-covered lemonade fresh brewed from the well
She's shaping up to be the sort of trouble that Coronas can't chase away
Cut up the lime, finish the rhyme, the sun still shines today
In my hammock, out of mind, out of sight
Tracing her face in the pale moon light
Fresh burnt fireflies won't lie, no they won't lie
I can play Blackjack blind
Bottle lightning in my mind
Turn away the ocean's tide
But I just can't figure out
What her eyes they silently shout
Can't turn her tears to wine
Can't turn her tears to win
Kick-start a fairy-tale about a veil on a sandy beach
Waves crash, sand absorbs the ash, but the smoke's still out of reach
Breathe deep, deep enough to dive down through the heavens and into cloud nine
That's where it's at, that's where I belong
With my blonde bombshell and my troubles long gone
In my hammock, out of mind, out of sight
Tracing her face in the pale moon light
Fresh burnt fireflies won't lie, no they won't lie
I can play Blackjack blind
Bottle lightning in my mind
Turn away the ocean's tide
But I just can't figure out
What her eyes they silently shout
Can't turn her tears to wine
Can't turn her tears to wine
In my hammock, out of mind, out of sight
Tracing her face in the pale moon light
Fresh burnt fireflies won't lie, no they won't lie
I can play Blackjack blind
Bottle lightning in my mind
Turn away the ocean's tide
But I just can't figure out
What her eyes they silently shout
Can't turn her tears to wine
Can't turn her tears to wine
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5. |
A Thousand Words
03:42
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The sun seeps yellow drops
Falling down from skies of grey
Tomorrow did a time switch
Trading places with yesterday
The silence of a thousand words
Paint a picture of the life I lead
Curse the sun and pray for rain
Water set the music free
And don't let life ever run away from me
Confused and ignorant
Let me be none of these
For a man who don't know what he wants
Will never do just what he please
The silence of a thousand words
Paint a picture of the life I lead
Curse the sun and pray for rain
Water set the music free
And don't let life ever run away from me
The silence of a thousand words
Paint a picture of the life I lead
Curse the sun and pray for rain
Water set the music free
And don't let life ever run away from me
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6. |
Free World
03:41
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7. |
None of the Above
03:52
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8. |
Down With Everything
04:38
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9. |
No Regrets
04:28
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10. |
Falling From Above
07:19
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11. |
Leave the Light On
04:52
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