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Selfies At Funerals
02:24
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It’s not as though we haven’t been trying
Just the results that came out wrong
Sometimes that’s just the way things are
We’ll always find ways to fuck up
It sure beats not trying
Remembering these petty things
The ways you would blame me
So tell me that it’s all my fault
I’m not listening anymore
No matter how bad my mistakes were
I’ve never modeled at a funeral
It sure beats not trying
Remembering these petty things
The ways you would blame me
So tell me that it’s all my fault
I’m not listening anymore
It doesn’t matter what comes next
I never did this for you
It sure beats not trying
Remembering these petty things
The ways you would blame me
So tell me that it’s all my fault
I’m not listening anymore
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When We Ruled The World
02:32
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What will they say?
Does it really matter anyway?
Maybe that’s the point
And I’m growing tired
It’s fine if they all scoff and laugh
That’s what they don’t get
'Cause they’ll never know how great those summer nights were
When we ruled
You don’t need to say a thing
It’s impossible to describe
And maybe I don’t feel like sharing this
This is for just us – I’ll never say a thing
We don’t need them to understand
'Cause they’ll never know how great those summer nights were
When we ruled the world
Ruled the world
I don’t care - if it’s too much to ask of anyone
I don’t care
They’ll never know how great those summer nights were
When we ruled
You don’t need to say a thing
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Inviting Havoc
02:55
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This has become – become comical
Everytime we see each other it doesn’t end well – well, for me
But still it’ll happen I don’t know why
Maybe I should ask but the result is always the same
It’s bad for me
Let’s stop of all this thinking
Let’s get in trouble again
Logic’s not - not our thing anymore
Then we count the ways that we fall apart
Then never speak again
I’ll never see your face again
Or call your name again
Because it’s inviting havoc
Bring on the self doubt
And let’s scream and shout
About how we can’t make this one right
Sure we meant well but our talking it never changes anything
I’m sick of running in place
I’m sick of waking up to what the mirror shows me
I know I’m not the only one that’s all wrong
You love beating me up, come on and say so
You love beating me up, come on
I know it anyway
I’ll never see your face again
Or call your name again
Because it’s inviting havoc
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Doubtless, I'm Sure
02:32
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Every time I see these things of yours part of me dies
Still I believe that there’s some good in you, doubtless I’m sure
Forget all the nuance – because it’s always been about
Always been always been about
There’s only so – only so much that I can stand
But I’m doing my best
To remember to forget whatever you said it meant
Forget all the nuance – because it’s always been about
Always been always been about you
Make as much or as little of this - as you want
But I saw you at your best
And I wonder if you’re still alive
Forget all the nuance – because it’s always been about
Always been always been about
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Pulling Punches Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Too loud for the punk kids, and too melodic for the hardcore kids
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