1. |
Dance Bar
03:51
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Bummin’ around with your arm on me
You opened up your second seat
As long as there’s room for both of us
There is no place for misused trust
Shout it from the rooftops
There’s nowhere I’d rather be
Strewn out on these pages
Hearts circled with you and me
Let’s go to some dance bar
Where there’s popcorn and sugar
We’re spinning, bouncing off the walls
That one laugh you make when your eyes are closed
The joy that you spread when you plant a new rose
We all light up when you share your art
You’ve taught me so much through your open heart
Shout it from the rooftops
There’s nowhere I’d rather be
Strewn out on these pages
Hearts circled with you and me
Let’s go to some dance bar
Where there’s popcorn and sugar
We’re spinning, bouncing off the walls
Let’s go to some dance bar
Where there’s popcorn and sugar
We’re spinning, bouncing off the walls
You’re the only one on my mind
You’re the only one of your kind
You’re one I chase in my dreams
You’re the one who makes me scream
Let’s go to some dance bar
Where there’s popcorn and sugar
We’re spinning, bouncing off the walls
Let’s go to some dance bar
Where there’s popcorn and sugar
We’re spinning, bouncing off the walls
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2. |
Just Because
04:23
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I’ve
Ruined all your nights
Been a sore to your sight
Lost
Scared to take up space
This clockwork’s not my pace
Knew you weren’t my friend
Why’d I trust you?
Why
Why
I can’t pretend that I’m something
When you tell me that I’m nothing
Just because
Talk
Fallen on deaf ears
Tracing through the cheers
Shock
Met with no surprise
The floor’s fixed on your eyes
Knew you weren’t my friend
Why’d I trust you?
Why
Why
I can’t pretend that I’m something
When you tell me that I’m nothing
Just because
Just because
Can I cross
Can I cross now?
Where you look
Where you look
Where you lookin’ now?
You’re the boss
You’re the boss, yea
Got me shook
Got me shook
Where you lookin’ now?
Why
Why
I can’t pretend that I’m something
When you tell me that I’m nothing
Why
Why
I can’t pretend that I’m something
When you tell me that I’m nothing
Just because
Just because
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3. |
Tell Me I'm Funny
03:33
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You gave your advice
Written sweet and nice
It was guaranteed
You fell fool to thieves
You’re a headache
With an accent
Spend all my money
And tell me I’m funny
Force me to go out
And put on your best pout
It’s easy for you
Not that it makes two
Were you telling jokes
Or just blowing smoke
You’re a headache
With an accent
Spend all my money
And tell me I’m funny
Force me to go out
And put on your best pout
Spend all my money
And tell me I’m funny
Force me to go out
And put on your best pout
Why am I so drunk
Why am I so drunk
Why am I so drunk
Why am I so drunk
Why am I still drunk
Why am I still drunk
Why am I still drunk
Why am I still drunk
Spend all my money
And tell me I’m funny
Force me to go out
And put on your best pout
Spend all my money
And tell me I’m funny
Force me to go out
And put on your best pout
Spend all my money
And tell me I’m funny
Force me to go out
And put on your best pout
Spend all my money
And tell me I’m funny
Force me to go out
And put on your best pout
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4. |
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Here is what I know
(Correction - should have known)
I can imitate
Here is what I showed
(At least once)
My belief in fate
And here is what I thought
(Over and over again)
Was it so unreal?
And here is what I sought
(Aimless and obvious)
A heart not fit to steal
What am I
Gonna do
When I’m through
Listening to you
Fend for myself
I don’t got nothing
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
I don’t got nothing
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
Here is what I bet
(You can count on it)
Won’t be alone long
And here is who I met
(A partner most deserving)
Sitting in the wrong
Here is my mistake
(One of many)
Let my mind run off
Here is what I’ll take
(While I still can)
Your hands so small and soft
What am I
Gonna do
When I’m through
Listening to you
Fend for myself
I don’t got nothing
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
I don’t got nothing
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
I don’t got nothing
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
I don’t got nothing
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
Stuck in middle ground
Best not make a sound
I don’t got nothing
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
I don’t got nothing
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
I don’t got nothing
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
I don’t got nothin'
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
I don’t got nothing
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
I don’t got nothing
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
I don’t got nothing
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
I don’t got nothing
I don’t got nothing
To bother you about
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5. |
When The Love Runs Out
03:54
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Write my name on the guest list
Take up space by the door and ache
Question why you’re dismissed
Stay concerned with your own sake
If yesterday
Had a takeaway
I know
I won’t go
Overwhelming sadness
When the love runs out
Disappointing gladness
When the love runs out
Scatter all your markers
Put an X on both my hands
As the room gets darker
Start revising our old plans
If yesterday
Had a takeaway
I know
I won’t go
Overwhelming sadness
When the love runs out
Disappointing gladness
When the love runs out
Slipping into madness
When the love runs out
I’ve swallowed mud and bled blue blood
There’s no escape from red tape
I taste the salt from pushing fault
Overwhelming sadness
When the love runs out
Disappointing gladness
Overwhelming sadness
When the love runs out
Disappointing gladness
When the love runs out
Slipping into madness
When the love runs out
When the love runs out
When the love runs out
When the love runs out
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