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Did my best to clear my bed
Just couldn’t clear my head
So I slept outside instead
Don’t wanna sleep where you slept
Where the other bodies crept
And all knew what to expect
Everyone except
For me.
Now I can hear you knocking at my door
But I don’t like to answer anymore
Already know what’s in store
Know it’s best to ignore
The Sound
You’re leaving me too high up off the ground
To let go.
You always have so much to say
You know, you always talk
But are you listening?
To the sound
To the sound
To the sound
(2x)
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You and me in an open-eyed dream
A little yellow duck wanders along
You and me, well we follow his lead
Singin’ a familiar song
Singin’ out
Oooo ooo ooo ooo
I hope this dream won’t end
You are my best friend
My very best friend
(2x)
Train tracks, they lead two ways
Now I’m starting to see the appeal
Of heading down a different way
Better end of a hard deal
Singin’ out
Oooo ooo ooo ooo
I hope this dream won’t end
You are my best friend
My very best friend
(2x)
So let’s go
Somewhere but far from here
Anywhere but here, just to see the people
Go and see them
See them tonight
Somewhere but far from here
Anywhere but here, just to see the people
Go and see them tonight.
Now don’t look back when the world is ahead
Oh home is where you go when there’s no place left
So I hunt all night and I sleep through the afternoon
And howl like a wolf at the next full moon
Singin’ out
Oooo ooo ooo ooo
I hope this dream won’t end
You are my best friend
My very best friend
(2x)
So let’s go
Somewhere but far from here
Anywhere but here, just to see the people
Go and see them
See them tonight
Somewhere but far from here
Anywhere but here, just to see the people
Go and see them tonight.
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Entitled. (live on CCTV)
03:56
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Pleasure to watch my hands shake
Pleasure to make the mistake
Of always wanting more and more and more.
And more and more and more.
Pleasure to hear my voice quake.
Limit to my intake
Is always want to more and more and more.
And more and more and more.
I want more.
I always love a challenge.
Finding ways to balance
The need of wanting more and more and more.
And more and more and more.
It’s a pleasure to take one more step
Closer to the edge
And then taking one more and more and more.
And more and more and more.
My best friends are in bottles and tiny screens.
I do my best to follow so they don’t notice me.
I always love a challenge.
Finding ways to balance
The need of wanting more and more and more.
And more and more and more.
Pleasure to not feel worthless
When I find the purpose
For always wanting more and more and more
And more.
It’s one to wake up bright
Two for an appetite
Three for the pressure
Four for the pain
Five to stand steady
Six for my step
And seven to get ready
For eight pounding my head
And it’s nine to stay alive
When I close my eyes.
Ten to give in to waking life again
Oh how did I get us into this mess that we’re in?
I need to learn to say “when”.
Oh when
My best friends are in bottles and tiny screens.
I do my best to follow so they don’t notice me
How many can I swallow before they find me?
There’s no use running when machines are after me. (3x)
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Still (live on CCTV)
03:22
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With the curtains slightly drawn
Sit back and watch the world go on
Folds your hands behind your head and yawn
Inside you're takin' notes
With something hide but nothin' to show
Vicarious like a window
That's fine but I can't sit still
Always wish that I had a little more will
Hard to breathe in this old town
The yellow fog risin' up from the ground
So maybe I'll pass by this time around
There's a whole bigger world outside
And now I see it through indifferent eyes
And I coulda missed this all if I had lied.
That's okay, it's not your fault
Leave it up to me and I will stall
That's fine but I can't sit still
It's okay if you've had your fill
Of me.
So will you stay inside
And watch someone else's life go by?
What will you find when you open up your eyes?
That's okay, it's not your fault
Leave it up to me and I will stall
That's fine but I can't sit still
Always wish that I had a little more Will
That's fine but I can't sit still
It's okay if you've had your fill
Of me.
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The way I get tongue tied on your name
My heart beats so hard, I’m sure that it might break
There is something I would say if I were brave
It’s that sometimes you take my breath away
So should I have a courageous day
Maybe then I’ll have the nerve and I’ll ask you to stay
But till then, since I don’t have the words to say
Well, I’ll just get on my horn and play.
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I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout the devil,
Dressed in such distracting clothes.
He never fails takin’ the wind from my sails
And then grounding me on the shore.
Ah ooos
And it doesn’t take long
When I summon him with my song.
He can’t help but do favors for himself
So this time I’ll string him along.
If you’re feelin’ proud will you let it show?
Will you only go as high as you go low?
Throw it underground and you let it grow.
Reap what you sow.
Yes reap what you sow.
It’s a tale told time and again:
“You only get what you put in.”
So if you’re only willing to pretend,
Who are you, then, in the end?
I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout the devil
Shoulda known he would not level with me, no (2x)
If you’re feelin’ proud will you let it show?
Will you only go as high as you go low?
Throw it underground and you let it grow.
Reap what you sow.
Yes reap what you sow.
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Did my best to clear my bed
Just couldn’t clear my head
So I slept outside instead
Don’t wanna sleep where you slept
Where the other bodies crept
And all knew what to expect
Everyone except
For me.
Now I can hear you knocking at my door
But I don’t like to answer anymore
Already know what’s in store
Know it’s best to ignore
The Sound
You’re leaving me too high up off the ground
To let go.
You always have so much to say
You know, you always talk
But are you listening?
To the sound
To the sound
To the sound
(2x)
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You can you can fall asleep on my pillow
Tell me ‘bout the places where we’ll both go
You can sit and stare out my window
But don’t you check the clock
You can tell me ‘bout the weather where you live
Tell me all the birthday gifts you wanna give
But the secondhand dictates the plan
The minutes don’t forgive
So don’t you check the clock
Please now don’t you check the clock
I can take you down to my favorite bar
We can make out in the back of your car
Then I can play you songs on my guitar
But don’t you check the clock
And you can run your fingers through my hair
And since we drank too much last night we could just sit and stare
But time is never on our side, it just ain’t fair
So don’t you check the clock
Please now don’t you check the clock
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Earworm (Studio Session)
05:27
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(Verse 1)
This
Always happens but I never learn
(Getting) hung up on an earworm
I cannot wait for my turn
Patience
Only makes me more anxious
When I could come over
And we could smooth it over
(Verse 2)
The bough breaks
And for my own sake
I need to sweat it out
Yes I need to take a break
Oh no
Damn my
Infant senses
Itching for attention
Intended to relieve some tension
(Chorus 1)
Cuz
All good things are wild and free (4x)
So if you want to be seen
You can make a scene with me
(Verse 3)
Ain’t it
Funny how gross
These things can look up close
When you’re sticking your nose
In other people’s business
Go on
Tell yourself
Whatever it takes
You make up such a pretty face
Come on now
Show it to me
And if you’re aware and near
Why don’t you just come here (4x)
If you want to be seen
You can make a scene with me (2x)
And sing:
All good things are wild and free
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