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Quadrophenia Pt. 2
03:19
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Breathe in
Breathe out
Feel this
like it’s burned into your skin
I’ll claw my eyes out
If I have to see you one more time
Rip out my veins
just to feel my pulse
Never wanted any of this
Always dressed to unimpress
I never stopped to look around
Lost the forest for an artificial tree
I’m getting closer
to where we said we’d be
I’m getting closer
to where we said we’d be
I’ll claw my eyes out
If I have to see you one more time
Rip out my veins
just to feel my pulse
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2. |
Imperfect Contrition
02:50
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The fear is low and the water’s rising
The air we breathe - becoming toxic
With every sigh you make / with every gasp you fake
Drowning here - your skin is caustic
Regrets last longer than your name
Re-write the script to hold us in place
Your discontentment always lingers in the air
A hope (that) one can never attain
Lying here, our light is fading
A final space to write your own name
Regrets last longer than your name
Re-write the script to hold us in place
Your discontentment always lingers in the air
A hope (that) one can never attain
With every sigh you make / with every gasp you fake
Hold it it in / it’s the last that you’ll take
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3. |
Double Hockey Sticks
03:34
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Raise your hands and close your eyes
Bow your head, sing to deify
Call / Repeat / Fall - to your knees
Change the meaning like the pharisees
We’ll settle on horizons, blinders holding fast
hymnal’s getting dusty, the binding never cracked
Pull them in, and pass the plate
Give the tithe, or force to abdicate
Call / Repeat / Fall - to your knees
Change narratives to fit your disease
We’ll settle on horizons, blinders holding fast
hymnal’s getting dusty, the binding never cracked
Keep the hook but change the meaning, the kids will never know
Why their god will never show
Lift. It. Up.
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