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Lie in a house made of cheap bricks and mortar
Lie in old hand-me-downs we got across town
I left my room in a mess
And I left you there for office stress
And I miss you so
You can chalk it up to boredom
Chalk it up to restless youth
You can chalk it up to old stagnation
But I lost my voice
As if I had a choice
Stopped settling
And I sold my soul a lifetime ago
Just to drown in an old man's gold
I must admit that I lack motivation
Watch the clocks as I roll pens right off my desk
I left my room in a mess
And I left you there for office stress
And I miss you so
But I lost my voice
As if I had a choice
Stopped settling
And I sold my soul a lifetime ago
Just to drown in an old man's gold
I lost my voice as if I had a choice
So I resign to that fucking 9-to-5
It was a lifetime ago
It was a lifetime since you told me I was too far gone
Drown me now til I'm wrapped up in all this gold
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Becky Lynch
05:29
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Sprawling out across the corners of a twin-sized bed
I search the muscles under covers for a line in my legs
Oh I could be anything
But I would rather shed my skin
Chorus:
I admit I care too much about
(Overthinking undercover, don't you know I tried)
Far too used to anticipating sly remarks
(I never know if I should yell back or just let it slide)
And I can't do anything
It just don't fit right
I get by hoping if I pile on these crazy things
You'll remember them instead of some part of me that I'm not comfortable in
Familiar flesh for fishing compliments to hang on my well
(Pasted over things I wish I could just ignore)
New bones, new year for all
I am nothing but I am more than this
Chorus
Interlude:
I admit I care too much about this
I twist and turn just to fall on my back
And I can't do anything
Outro chorus
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Dreams I Could Recall
06:01
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Wait for mornings after summer nights
Suddenly everyone's gone
Call me when you get this
My foreign friend I left behind in far-off hotels
Chorus:
And oh I swear I built a home in here incinerating every bridge
I'm unsure if I'll die alone here
'cause I can't seem to go back
Verse:
Drive out when we're sober
Let deja vu crackle through every inch of me
I think I've been here once before in a dream
While I still had dreams I could recall
It's an awful thing to waste
And I must admit that it's a crying shame
Chorus 2
And oh I swear I built a home in here incinerating every bridge
I'm unsure if I'll die alone here
'cause I can't seem to go back from wandering the heartlands
Like a crook still on the run
(Bridge)
(repeat chorus 2)
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Frost (The Way We Are)
03:12
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Watch the morning frost creep through while the stench of your coffee fills my room
Watch the empty cups stack so high up
You say you are the way you are
And at night you chase the moon
Like an old dog, I'll dig up bones to chew
Put me down, I've got nothing new
We say we are the way we are
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Anticharisma
05:57
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I must admit that I miss conversation
Quiet as a tomb, I swore I could hear you
Coming through the walls
Like a ghost, I withdrew worn and weathered
Wide and wired with my eyes brick red
The last five hours just spinning in bed
Round and round til my body rots
Like my friends I scream out
'This is all, this is all that I've got'
I'm not waiting for half-hearted coffees at night if you're just gonna ask if I still want to die
I must admit that I'm done harping on again
'Cause I'm still smoking and feeling so sorry for myself
I use self-pity as a coping tool 'cause I know I haven't grown as much as you
I'm not waiting for half-hearted coffees at night
It'll get better in time
It's just a matter of time
Oh I push aside both of your shaking hands
And you ask if I still want to die
February, it always used to mean so much to me
But the optimism grew cold and stale
So I step outside with my eyes wide
And learn to cope with compromise
Because I know the sun feels so good
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Azim Zain and His Lovely Bones Canberra, Australia
Emotive singer-songwriter-driven indie rock (currently) based in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
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