1. |
Used To You
03:07
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Your skin has a familiar taste,
Your ears,
They taste like it.
I guess I'm used to you.
I've grown so used to you.
Do you give me you?
Give you me?
Give me time if you're free?
Draw the line if you need?
Pick the place, pick the time,
Pick the where, pick the why,
I don't need much from you,
I don't care if you do.
I'm used to you.
You're the shade of blue you had on your phone case.
You're the songs we listened to on your birthday.
You're familiar to me, baby, but in the worst way.
I'm addicted to you anyway.
I guess I'm used to you.
I've grown so used to you.
Do you give me you?
Give you me?
Give me time if you're free?
Draw the line if you need?
Pick the place, pick the time,
Pick the where, pick the why,
I don't need much from you,
I don't care if you do.
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2. |
Who's Me
03:55
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You found me in the worst place,
I don't know where I am.
I just can't get away,
It must be haunted.
It's got me in a trance,
I'm losing myself.
Surrounded by a left brain, left wing world,
The opposite of me.
You know I know you don't know that,
I can't find the way to show that,
I lost the drive that kept me going,
I'm cynical.
I don't feel young and I don't feel free,
Losing touch with my reality.
I close my eyes and I go to sleep,
Losing faith in my identity.
Who's me?
I'm starting to feel strange,
It's starting again.
The waves are crashing in,
They're crashing in.
You know I know you don't know that,
I can't find the way to show that,
I lost the drive that kept me going,
I'm cynical.
I don't feel young and I don't feel free,
Losing touch with my reality.
I close my eyes and I go to sleep,
Losing faith in my identity.
I've spent a lot of time in my head.
The only place where I'm alone.
I've thought a lot about where I am,
And where I'm going,
Is it really me?
I don't feel young and I don't feel free,
Losing touch with my reality.
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3. |
Talking Bad
03:34
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I was dancing in the sand when she came walking up.
She was kind of rude and kind of mean,
The baddest babe on the beach.
Her eyes were talking back to me.
Her eyes were talking bad to me.
She had a short skirt sun dress in the summer.
Having fun with friends down by the water.
If she walks my way I'm a goner.
With her short skirt sun dress in the summer.
[Shehdaat]
Her eyes were talking back to me.
Her eyes were talking bad to me.
She had a short skirt sun dress in the summer.
Having fun with friends down by the water.
If she walks my way I'm a goner.
With her short skirt sun dress in the summer.
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4. |
Sweet Tooth
03:18
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You look great in the day and even better at night,
If you lost your coat, I'd give you mine.
Somebody came along and they made you cry.
For a girl like you that's a waste of time,
The sun's going down and you look great at night.
So kick off your Vans, put your high heels on.
Then take them back off 'cause my song is on.
SOHO town is the wave we're on,
You east coast babe, I'll be your confidant,
Just one night, girl, that's all I wanted.
I've got a sweet tooth,
And I wanna taste you,
The moon makes your skin look so sweet,
Streetlights bouncing off your eyes are haunting me.
And your laugh is cute but it's not fooling me.
You play the girl, I'll play the guy you need,
On the car ride home you can hold on to me.
I've got a sweet tooth,
And I wanna taste you,
I wont say a word,
If that's how this will be.
Forget the outside world,
Tonight we're south of Houston street.
I just like to stare,
At you staring back at me.
I've got a sweet tooth,
And I wanna taste you,
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5. |
Just Friends
03:51
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You're on I-95 late at night.
Headed southbound,
Running away from the light.
I bet you think about the way he treated you.
I bet you think about it all,
And I just want you to know,
I just want you to know I carry it too.
Just wanna let you know I carry it too.
I can take you with me.
I know you talk about it,
Makes it seem like you want it.
It's all in your head.
I know you're sleeping alone tonight.
I know the way you feel,
I am the way you feel.
Word on the street it's got you moving out.
I never thought you would call.
And I just want you to know,
I just want you to know I carry it too.
I need you to know I carry it too.
I can take you with me.
I know you talk about it,
Makes it seem like you want it.
It's all in your head.
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6. |
Hold Out
05:15
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I guess I'm holding out,
I don't think you know how I feel.
Now I'm old enough,
To know that this wasn't real.
The brightest shades turn to black.
And I can't take back what we had.
Too bad.
Looks like you couldn't hold out,
You got a new man now.
It didn't take long for him to come around.
Does he love the way you walk?
Love the way you talk?
Love you when you're there?
And love you when you're not?
Whatever part of you needs a part of me,
You threw it all away much to easily.
I gotta cut it off.
I bet he's with you now.
I bet he's sleeping on your couch.
It's 3 AM and I could use someone to figure me out.
The brightest shades turn to black.
And I can't take back what we had.
Too bad.
Looks like you couldn't hold out,
You got a new man now.
It didn't take long for him to come around.
Does he love the way you walk?
Love the way you talk?
Love you when you're there?
And love you when you're not?
Whatever part of you needs a part of me,
You threw it all away much to easily.
I gotta cut it off.
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7. |
OK
03:05
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It's got me without an ounce of sleep.
It's got me falling deep.
It's got me feeling right,
As long as you're just spending the night.
And you don't have to leave if you're ok with not going.
And you don't have to worry if you're ok with not knowing.
Face me, take me.
Take me in.
Soft skin, sleeping,
Til the sun comes up.
And you don't have to leave if you're ok with not going.
And you don't have to worry if you're ok with not knowing.
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