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Fado Song
04:00
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Fado Song
just barely hanging on
to a dying dream
i'm so quick in writing off
what i've seen
now I awake
only to fall asleep again
day after day
with little hope of change
completely turning off everything
because nothing at all
is what it seems
now I awake
only to fall asleep again
day after day
with little hope of change
I've been my own worst enemy
and now there is no revenge
quite as sweet
as my own self-defeat
and I'll have the last laugh at myself
Well, isn't it funny how we remember things selectively
differently, subjectively
while each day seems to feel the need to add insult to injury
well, isn't it a pity how we trade our today
for the hope that tomorrow will be worth more
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2. |
The Widow
04:20
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The Widow
one moment paused with still photography
to hold hostage, the memory
for sometimes people die
that's just what they do
and some say
that's all we're meant to do
(oh how we procrastinate)
and so the living are left
to envy the casualties...
they had it easy
dressed to kill in a suit of lights
dressed for death on any night
lie in wait for the right time to strike
but the timing is never right
It's not a good time
I know, it never is
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A Sure Sign I Was There
03:35
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A Sure Sign I Was There
some things are regrettable
some things, unforgettable
thats over now
when you look into my eyes
I look off to the side
and it's not that we haven't tried
to put it out of our minds
wanted the unattainable
to know the unexplainable
it doesn't matter now
when you look into my eyes
I look off to the side
and it's not that we haven't tried
to see what we denied
here's to moving on, losing out
I'm gone but not without a trace
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Battle Scars
03:00
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Battle Scars
we are products of experience
and victims of circumstance
it's the healing that leaves the scar
and the scars that make us who we are
they build our character
they give us character
the hurting tells us we're alive
through the sad stories we survived
proudly comparing scars
(between our cars)
slowly revealing ourselves
through the battles we've fought
clearly feeling it end
here, in this parking lot
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5. |
2.5 Kids
03:39
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2.5 Kids
will you set the fire
that burns this place down to the ground
or build the home
that keeps me here for good
you've got matches in your hand
and fire in your heart
this is not my home
it's a feeling that i don't belong
it's not my home
it's a house where I am alone
home is where the heart dries up
home is where the heart dies out
and it dies out....now
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The Owls Are Not What They Seem
I long to be left all alone
and know nothing of what's outside this room
I just want silence
or at least noone watching me
is it wrong to be better as a loner
than settle for less than you have dreamed
but these woods have this way of luring us in
and these owls have this way of seeing everything
they see through me
they see through you
they see through all of us
they see what we all have done
they've seen what we've all become
they know the time has come
and they know whose side your on
so come out, come out
from wherever it is that you are
that world is gone
and come on, come on
we can be the only ones left
unharmed
I can see it now......
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The Girl In The Camouflage Skirt
like all gifts from the gods
there is a catch
there is a curse
we are merely playing the odds
(we are bound to lose)
but we are only men
and we are rendered powerless
and like all men,
I am flawed by design
and like all men,
I will be broken down with time
You have to forgive her
she knows not what she does
but we are only men
and we are rendered powerless
and what's a guy to do?
when like all men,
he will be broken down inside
we have no say in this
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Hang Your Head, and Stand for the Kill
I was made for this
built for this moment
and i can't deny
i was bred for this
to withstand the struggle
for one last final try
I'm just making my presence known
I've been bred to be beaten
and I will be beaten on
embrace the cruelty of this
and know the beauty in it
brutality is love
(I'm just dying to feel alive)
I've been bred to be beaten
and I will be beaten on
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The Last Dance of the Matador
you have all been gored before
and you will all be gored again in time
have you finally met your match
just from fighting with yourself
sweating bullets
getting through this
to gain approval
the crowd sees only what it wants
when the gate lifts are you gonna run?
when the dance ends are you gonna run or stay?
sweating bullets
getting through this
to gain approval
the crowd sees only non-chalance
If you turn your back to the fight, you play with your life
If you turn your back on the fight, you'll pay with your life
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10. |
...To Be Discontinued
10:54
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...To Be Discontinued
these echoes from the past
are struggling to last
one day they'll all disappear
and I'm going with them
I won't be resigned to live
a life like those
who'll never know where they came from
because when they all disappear
we're lost
with fond memories I reflect
on times I hated then
though i've come to know
these fleeting moments that pass, as life
and learned to accept
these losing battles at love, as fate
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All Fear the Conquistador
yeah, perfection
there is no such thing...not for me
so marry me, variety
and propose to me silently
my perception plays tricks on me
intentionally
deceiving me so easily
then leaving me instantly
but i've learned pretty quickly how to stand my ground
well i've learned instinctively how to stand my ground
we look aimlessly around
for what we have already found
we just don't see it now
we are just not ready now
yeah, perfection there is no such thing
not for me
so marry me, variety
propose to me silently
marry me variety
it's not supposed to be this atrocity
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