1. |
I Know Who You Are
04:04
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Ginger, sweet ginger
Don’t lie to me
I know who you are
I know what you are
I know that face
I know that line
Yeah, you’re just my type
You play the savior
I know that behavior
I’ve loved you before
I’ve left you before
I can do it once more
I know who you are
At best, you’re disappointing
At worst, you’re a cheat
At best, you’re spineless
At worst, you’re a thief
At best, you’re a liar
At worst, you’ll leave
At best, you’ll leave me be
I know who you are
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2. |
EMDR ATM
04:02
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You nearly had me convinced that I am to blame for this shit
You nearly had me convinced that I deserve it
‘cause I’m a mean bitch
You nearly had me for this
Sold it like a pitch
Play your violin
Say I’m a mean bitch
You nearly had me convinced that I’m to blame for you
Gave up the baby and the home wrecker won
I took the fall and you took the guns
Gave up the baby and the home wrecker won
She took the house and you had your fun
Gave up my baby and the home wrecker won
You nearly had me convinced that I was to blame for your shit
You nearly had me convinced that I deserved it
‘cause I’m a mean bitch
Gave up the baby and the home wrecker won
Gave up my house and the home wrecker won
You took my soul down, down, down
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3. |
Sad Man
03:55
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I’m too old for this shit
Getting drunk at brunch in LA
Saying the same shit about the same big deal that never came Dropping the same names
I’m too old for this shit
Waiting around for wannabe fuckboy clowns who can’t tell you how they feel But they wanna get their fill, then they wanna split the bill
But I just wanna grow up
I’m too old for this shit
Paying rent by selling guitars and DJing shitty bars
I don’t want to be another sad man in another sad band Dropping the same names
Playing the same games
I just wanna grow up
He’s a sad sad man He’s a sad sad man
I’m too old for this shit
I don’t wanna be 40 in LA, doing cocaine
I don’t care where you got that piece of art
I don’t care about your dad’s last name
I don’t care about all this shit
It’s all the same, it’s all lame
I don’t want to be another sad man in a sad sad band
Talking about the deal that never came
I just wanna grow up, I don’t want to give a fuck about anything I give a fuck about right now
I just wanna grow up and figure it out
When can I figure it out?
I want to figure it out
He’s a sad sad man
He’s a sad sad man
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4. |
Death In Reverse
03:05
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In a city, maybe Berlin
We were lost all the time back then
Followed cities, without a doubt
We didn’t care if we ever made it out
Dirty cities, dirty jokes
I liked to choke on your cigarette smoke
That’s how I knew nothing was real
Everything I thought you made me feel
I never felt again, I never felt again
We were floating
I was complete
Your chemical imbalance balancing me
In some space somewhere between
Letting myself need you and setting you free
It felt dirty, it felt good
I’d never felt so understood
Nothing was planned, nothing rehearsed
When lights went off, it was death in reverse
I felt seen
I felt heard
It felt better than anything I ever felt again
I never felt again
We were floating
I was complete
Your chemical imbalance balancing me
In some space somewhere between
Letting myself need you and setting you free
Every city was our own
No home was needed when we were alone In some space somewhere between
Letting myself need you and setting you free
We were floating
I felt complete
Your chemical imbalance balancing me
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5. |
The Mourning Song
03:13
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Give it up
What’s left to hide?
Thought you said, “what’s yours is mine”
Back it up, back to your prime
When was that, maybe 1999?
You were onstage living a monkey-do life
Another day, another new disguise
Read the room, projector
Feed the room
Read the room, projector
Read the room
In a sense, yeah you’re right
I’ve only ever loved one man and you weren’t that guy but I tried and I tried and I tried
Now the tires lost air and Daisy died
The house was sold with all our things left inside
You said it would be the end of my life
But at least I’m not dead inside
Read the room, projector
Feed the room
Read the room, projector
Read the room
Mourning will break your heart
Mourning will break your heart
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6. |
No Rules
03:19
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Across every ocean
Through my body and soul
I searched the world to find anything other than what I’ve been sold Now I want you in front of me
Gotta look me in the eye
I don’t want excuses
I don’t want if and I don’t care why
There no rules to a fire
There’s no staying within the lines
There’s no greater desire than the one I have for you inside
I’ve been told all the stories
I’ve destroyed every kind of man
I used to relish in the feelings
of not feeling anything but what I broke in my hands
Now, I see you turning from me
You best turn back around
It’s time to face your demons
Look me in the eye and don’t make a sound
There no rules to a fire
There’s no staying within the lines
There’s no greater desire than the one I have for you inside
Come on, let me in
There no rules to a fire
There’s no staying within the lines
There’s no greater desire than the one I have for you inside
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7. |
Stanley (RIP)
03:15
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Sometimes I find myself still wanting to feel how I felt
When you held me close after we found the dead animal under the house
I would spend nights hoping for earthquakes to shake you awake Just so you would tell me that I was safe
Funny, when they said I was dying I had suspicions you were crying only for yourself
Funny how I pretended for so long that you were somebody else
Little squirrel
Little squirrel
Sometimes I find myself still wanting to feel how I felt
Back when I pretended to believe in your lies
Little squirrel
Little squirrel
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8. |
On The Run
04:03
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I’ve been biding my time
Trying not to crash
If the world’s gonna end, I want you to be the one I see last
‘Cause I don’t like heartache
Then again, nobody does
But if we dance a little slower maybe I'll stop myself from giving up
I keep finding myself on the run
Losing more of myself every time I fall in love
I keep finding myself on the run
Ready to leave you in the dust
I’ve been staying awake just to watch you sleep
I envy your sweet dreams
Someday I hope they’re of me
I don’t like heartache
Then again, nobody does
But you can’t get ahead of the pain just by giving up
Don’t give up on me baby, don’t give up
I keep finding myself on the run
Losing more of myself every time I fall in love
I keep finding myself on the run
Ready to leave you in the dust
Track me down
Hold me tight
Don’t let me go until I die Track me down
Hold me tight
Don’t let me go
Not til I die
Track me down
Hold me tight
Don’t let me go, baby
Even if I put up a fight
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9. |
Biggest Mistake
03:09
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Big rockstar standing next to me
None of these pussies equal sex to me
He’s just another dog licking at my feet
Stuck in shit, surrounded by these flies
Eager motherfuckers will always take your side
You needed a crowd just to feel that you’re all right
You’re the biggest mistake I made
In a life of regrets I’d say
Wanna burn down the house we made?
Okay
Big rockstar standing next to me
But none of these bitches equal sex to me
He’s back at it again, he’s pissing on a tree
Low hanging fruit with their weaker minds
Repeating your story and spreading all your lies
Rewriting the facts, flipping the script, forgetting the lines
Borderline baby, he wants himself a bone
Give baby your attention or something will be thrown
And somehow it’s never any fault of his own
You’re the biggest mistake I made
In a life of regrets, I’d say
Wanna burn down the house we made?
Okay
You’re the biggest mistake I made
To the very last day, I’d say
Wanna burn down the house we made?
Ill light up the match, okay?
You’re the biggest mistake I made
In a life of regrets I’d say
Wanna burn down the house we made?
Okay
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10. |
Giver Taker Faker
03:25
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In the night
Pour you a drink
I'll lie in wait til you can’t feel a thing
Make you a home
Make you feel safe
I'll be the mother you kept chasing away
I'll drain you dry and stretch you thin
Break you apart to put you together again
I'll tie the knot
I'll take your name
I’ll spin a tale so tall it leaves you the blame
Make me a God
Give me your grace
We’ll call it even when you fall on your face
Build me up
Give it your best
Tell perfect lies, then leave you for dead
Save you to tell you that it’s all in your head
I'll take your dreams, make them of me
You won't escape it even when you’re asleep
Make me a God
Give me your grace
We’ll call it even when you fall on your face
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11. |
Without You, Whatever
03:25
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In time, they say it will pass by
Thoughts I had of you
Now they’re cast away like stones
Without you, I’m better all the time
And it’s true, you’re hardly on my mind
When left in silence my thoughts drift away
I miss when you were here
And think that I may want you back
Friends say everyone knew you were wasting my time
With all the dumb things you would say
Up and up I go and you’re still so far below
Without you, I’m better all the time
And it’s true, you’re hardly on my mind
I try to remind myself that I made my way out
When I’m shutting down inside and I’m having my doubts
When left in silence, my thoughts drift away
I miss when you were here
And think that I may want you back
You’re hardly on my mind
Without you, I’m better all the time
Without you dragging me down
When left in silence, my thoughts drift away
I miss you when you were here
But I don’t want you back
Without you, I’m better all the time
Without you
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Queen Kwong Los Angeles, California
Queen Kwong is the brainchild art rock musician Carré Kwong Callaway.
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