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Panic Room
03:28
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My head is spinning when I’m deep inside my thoughts.
Is there a pill for the chill I caught?
We had a sunroom now I have a cozy tomb.
It’s getting crowded in my panic room.
We make the choices we believe to be ideal.
And keep an eye out the next free meal.
You swept me clean and left a semi broken broom.
I’m paying rent in my panic room.
Made a wish I’d see you soon.
Oh my star you hung the moon.
Doing everything I can to stay in tune.
The blinds are closing which explains why I can’t see.
There aren’t words that will set me free.
I found the treasure buried deep within your view
But there’s no future in my panic room.
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2. |
Not My Type
02:58
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I realize that we never met
I only know your screen
But I don’t want a relationship
From everything I’ve seen
Well image isn’t everything
But then again it matters
And I don’t know how to say it
But your portrait doesn’t flatter you
I saw your face up on Skype
I don’t mean to insult you
But you’re not my type
I may not have your Midas touch
And just your hairy eyeball
It’s apparent that from what I see
That you’re due for a recall
You need to find a new routine
Cause that one’s getting old
You may think you’re available
But you’ve been bought and sold
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Your Love Story
02:50
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Romeo told a sad, sad story
True love in a blaze of glory
A life of innocence defined
She thought it didn’t matter
She thought he’d never shatter
A story no one could rewind
This is your love story
Written in disappearing ink
Happy endings aren’t real
Your storybook is quite surrealistic
Romeo shot sharpened daggers
Her flesh wounds made her stagger
Scoring points for a game he never won
It seemed so circular
Intent on losing her
A race he never could’ve won
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Standing Out
03:04
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You’re always way too worried about what others think.
Just because they’re serving Kool-Aid doesn’t mean you have to drink.
You’re skirting all the pitfalls trying not to crash and sink.
It takes such little effort, to distance yourself from the stink.
You try so hard to fit in…when you are standing out
The yardstick up your southern border couldn’t be more rigid.
The masterpiece you thought you wrote just couldn’t be more frigid.
The clothes you chose to cover your insecurities.
Just mask your fears and doubts cause you know what the mirror sees.
You try so hard to fit in…when you are standing out
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Safety Net
02:26
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I’m still not sure why I opened up that door
You gave me your word but I know there’s so much more
Should I stay hidden in my room
While the cast of characters assume
I love the comfort of my safety net
Or am I caught inside my safety net
Not sure if there’s an answer
Should I just take a chance or
It’s true that I’m talking to myself
A sign of questionable health
Drawn in by your free sample
But I know that it’s such a gamble
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6. |
Spell It Out
02:43
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I don’t pretend to understand the pain that you are feeling.
The rumor mill of your demise is sending loved ones reeling.
You looked me in the eye and told me all was well.
I taught you how to write, so you don’t have to spell it out.
We had our moments in the light, which blinded me from seeing.
Way past the surface of your smile beyond what you were being.
Assault and flattery, it took me by surprise.
I’m still amazed at how you smiled through the lies.
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I wish I knew then what I wish I didn’t know now
Delay the gratification, but never ask how
My last day was a long one
The game was rigged for us all or we just weren’t game.
The stakes remained in the distance and stayed just the same.
My last day was a long one
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8. |
The Knife Cuts Through
02:17
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If I added up the time that I spent in lost regrets
I could waste another hundred years
Missing everything the knife cuts through
If I listened to my dreams
Then I’d realize that nothing’s as it seems
When they far outweigh the true
Spinning stories as the knife cuts through
Our hourglass went much too fast
I wish I could prevent the past
Buy a ticket to the show.
It’s your story, but you never know.
May not be the one you knew
Cause the knife is always cutting through.
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2Life
03:01
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Who knows what you’re waiting for
Three years down and thirty more
When it rains, it may not pour
2Life
Nights are long when you’re alone.
Creaseless sheets and empty thrones.
No one’s gonna cast a stone.
2Life
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