1. |
It Means a Lot to Me
02:17
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It really means a lot
It means a lot to me
To think you'd think of me today
And if I can't say why
It's because you left me
And I said all I had to say
Twist me up and tangle me
Beat me 'til I cry
It really means a lot to me
But I can't say why
You don't like me anymore
It ain't no lie
It really means a lot to me
That you want me to die
It really means a lot
It means a lot to me
That you came to question me today
And though I can't say why
Everybody interrogates
Even my best friends say I'm gay
Twist me up and tangle me
Beat me 'til I cry
It really means a lot to me
And I can't say why
You don't like me anymore
It ain't no lie
It really means a lot to me
That you want me to die
Twist me up and tangle me
Beat me 'til I cry
It really means a lot to me
But I can't say why
You don't like me anymore
It ain't no lie
It really means a lot to me
That you want me to die
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2. |
Thin Margins
03:15
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Just keeping on keeping on along just looking for reasons for living
Just keeping on keeping on asking "Who am I?"
Seems that I can't win without having a landslide victory
Or in a different place, in a different time
Walking thin margins
Has an unidentified mood somehow penetrated me today?
Or did I invite it in a while to play with me?
Just how do you get off on making misery out of my day?
While I walk on a narrow border
Walking thin margins
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3. |
Sweet Suspicion
01:52
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You come a'running
You come right running at me
You come a'running like a premonition
The last man
Fit the last murder; fit the last one
You said it fit me like the first edition
Stairway to heaven in a seven eleven for me
It starts to hit me like it's on a mission
Fits the last murder; fits the last murder
You come a'running
You come a'running
Yeah, you come a'running at me
You come a'running like a premonition
And then you hurt me
Yeah, you tried to hurt me out
You tried to hurt me like a sweet suspicion
I'm not a junkie
I'm not a junkie
We could be friends; you'll be my exposition
Another junkie
Yeah, another junkie; that's me
You come a'running
You come right running at me
You come a'running like a premonition
The last man
Fit the last murder; fit the last one
You said it fit me like the first edition
Stairway to heaven in a seven eleven for me
It starts to hit me like it's on a mission
Fits the last murder; fits the last murder
You come a'running
You come a'running
Yeah, you come a'running at me
You come a'running like a premonition
And then you hurt me
Yeah, you tried to hurt me out
You tried to hurt me like a sweet suspicion
I'm not a junkie
I'm not a junkie
We could be friends; you'll be my exposition
Another junkie
Yeah, another junkie; that's me
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4. |
Bitch & Moan
03:45
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Someone that I care about is telling me that I might need to go
Someone that I cannot doubt is failing me and making me feel low
I'm high on expression to let you know that I care
It's my own expression to let you know that I care
To let you know that I care
Everyone I see around me takes their life or just ends up in jail
Something's wrong with the whole system families can't pay their bail
I'm high on expression to let you know that I care
It's my own expression to let you know that I care
To let you know that I care
To let you know that I care
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5. |
Everybody Hates Me
02:28
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I don't know why everybody hates me since my life is already a wreck
Everybody wants to down my style; it makes me feel so goddamn upset
I don't know why everybody hates me since my life is a total mess
I don't know why everybody hates but now I'm kinda getting used to it
I'm feeling down and blue
I'm getting sick over you
Seems like everybody's plans to kill me never end up in any success
They shut the whole damn system down just to make 'em all love me less
Everybody wants to kick and maim me; everybody wants to see me dead
Everybody wants to be the first to shovel bullets out of my forehead
I'm feeling down and blue
I'm getting sick over you
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6. |
Nihl's Lullaby
01:51
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7. |
Low Fidelity Love Song
05:31
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I walked out in the yard today
I looked up at the sun too late to catch you walking by in the rain
I gasped to find that my watch was slow
So now I'm damned to never know if you really loved me the same
All my wasted time with none to gain
All my wasted time worth not a thing
Back to the house to put on my coat
Then I'll hit the street where my story's wrote
I swear I'll never waste another day
Fall in a ditch, I mess up my duds
I would clean them up but I'm in a rush
To see my baby love once again
All my wasted time with none to gain
All my wasted time worth not a thing
This wasted time...
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