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Looking at an old billboard, outside a convenience store
Put bright paint on old wood, deception looks so good
Everyone has got their business
But none of them will sell you a kiss
Well you'll get more honesty, from a man selling elixir remedies
Than you'll get from me
I ain't got no satisfaction guarantee
You can't lie if I pay you first
You can't lie if I pay you first
Don't know what's worse
Spending my money, or listening to you say you love me
I think I'll take this slow, don't want to say anything that'll make you go
Come on, all I'm asking for is understanding
I want conversation, but you just give me information
I feel strange playing games
Begging for love like its just spare change
Well let's exchange, all of me for you
Please don't lie when I pay you first
You can't lie if I pay you first
Don't know what's worse
Spending my money, or listening to you say you love me
Buy, buy, buy. Buy ourselves some time
We're broke on love, but this wine should be enough
To buy ourselves out of our minds
You can't lie if I pay you first
You can't lie if I pay you first
You can't lie if I pay you first
You can't lie if I pay you first
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Elevator Music
02:57
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Hello, my name is not important
Its just a nickname, I always liked
It's got a ring to it
I'm not what you perceive
That's my identity
A clever illusion made for TV
I'm a spectator with desire
To be observed
Cause when I listen to the air
I hear my own words taking me to every floor in my mind like an elevator
Cause when I get up, I feel so low
You never have enough
Oh no, ego show, ego go
Ego show, ego go
I am not here, but I love you dear
Let's be friends
Conversing with names in the clouds for satisfaction
But I can't find love, in the distraction
They'll just tear me apart
And build me up again, to strict specifications, of a man
I don't need a leader or a teacher who participates in theatre
Corrupting my heart
But it's too late, they got us from the start
Oh no, ego show, ego go
Ego show, ego go
I am not here, but I love you dear
Let's try this again
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The Storm
03:31
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Yesterday, I made up my mind
But now I come to find you looking that way
It's a shame I chose to pass on through
And now I'm stuck on you, tell me what's your name
I'm starting to question if I should be the shade
Or if this role I played is just an impression
Baby I'm the storm
I'm either hell on earth or rebirth
My mind is torn
I can feel you getting closer
And your voice is just a whisper
I can feel you getting closer to me
And your voice is a whisper, set it free
Free on me
Well let's get steady, I'm getting off my knees
Coming at you like the breeze, you better be ready
Can't you see, those trees that bend and sway
They dance all night and day, honey be my tree
If I see an axe, I'll be the lightening that strikes him back
With a thunder crack
Baby I'm the storm that's gonna water you if you want me to
It's why I'm born
Like a generator catching fire
I'm burning up but I won't retire
Cause at the end of the season
I know I'm leaving and I have my reasons
But I have a feeling
I can feel you getting closer
And your voice is just a whisper
I can feel you getting closer to me
And your voice is a whisper, set it free
Free on me
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I went searching for the answers
To the questions they called important
But oh all I found,
Was confusion at the end of some man’s political rant.
But then I found you in the corner of the coffee shop I was playing at.
And afterwards, we talked for hours
All the while hoping, that goodnight, wouldn’t be our last.
Serendipity,
Thinking not hating is the same as loving
Because it feels alright when the phone is buzzing
So you pick up your head and you pay no mind
To what they’re calling difficult times
Hey, you got your way
And I got mine
Goodnight, I’ll see you soon
When I can see again.
I guess I could use a friend, on those summer nights
When I feel like telling who, what, when, and where I’ve been.
I’ve been all over, beholding beauties, horror, and now opportunity.
To see, what just don’t exist
When you’re alone but now I see
Thinking not hating is the same as loving
Because it feels alright when the phone is buzzing
So you pick up your head and pay no mind
To what they’re calling difficult times
Hey, you got your way
And I got mine
It’s just you and I
Two little rats, stuck in this race
But when I see your face
I don’t feel so lost. Can you get me out, of this concrete maze?
I do not feel in control
Of anything happening around me
And why should I be when life is unpredictable?
Like the ever growing branches of a tree
Thinking not hating is the same as loving
Because it feels alright when the phone is buzzing
So you pick up your head and pay no mind
To what they’re calling difficult times
Hey, you got your way
And I got mine
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