1. |
Secretariat
02:41
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mm i like that your a private girl
closet alcoholic and a poet
i’ve never heard a human use profanity so well
fallen from the heavens you’re an angel straight from hell
so tell me what’s behind all of that make up
baby say what’s really going on
my friends tell me it’s nothing i should get wrapped up in
but i love it when i’m all wrapped up in you
do you think i’m an island
do you think i’m an island
baby i’m just so sad
i want you bad
i don’t know why
i need you now
i want you
i need you
& now we’ve spent some time alone
now u call me on the phone when you’re lonely
& i wanna see u every day and every night
i start to wish that we were somehow
shipwrecked on an island
far far away
and we’d be sad for a couple days
then make out on the beach
and all the pain would go away
do you think i’m an island
do u think i’m an island
baby i’m just so sad
i want you bad
i don’t know why
i need you now
i want you i need you
baby i’m just so sad
i want you bad
you kiss my face
let’s run away
i want you
i need you
baby i’m just so sad
i want you bad
i don’t know why
take off your bra
i want you
i need you
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2. |
Storm Cloud Baby
03:17
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storm cloud baby
on my mind again
wish i could call her my friend
storm cloud crashing
through the town again
it’s gonna shit on all the dirt
it’s gonna make your bruises burn
and no amount of fame could ever
earn you
i couldn’t even sell my soul
maybe even if i was a dime
i doubt you’d ever find the time
ohh
she’s got an old soul
storm cloud baby
on the brain again
wasting time just settling
lightning in a bottle drink my mate hey
wanna leave but i guess i’ll stay
wanna leave but i guess i’ll stay
and no amount of fame could ever
earn you
i couldn’t even sell my soul
maybe even if i was a dime
i doubt you’d ever find the time
ohh
she’s got an old soul
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3. |
Seabiscuit
02:57
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I'll try to draw her silhouette
Paint a picture with my words
But i've always been a shitty artist
She'd live all alone in a house in San Diego
Make a million dollars twice week
The perfect girl won't reveal herself to me
At least not for a few years
And though i've got a good amount of time to become
The man she wants i don't think i'll deserve her
We'd make out in the sand
While the suns still up so
We could get a tan
And watch the sunset
Kiss me kiss me baby
Kiss me all over my body
I can't believe i've found you finally
But the perfect girl won't reveal herself to me
At least not for a few years
And though i've got a good amount of time to become
The man she wants i don't think i'll deserve her
Oh my my
You're my perfect girl
Oh my my
You're my perfect girl
Oh my my
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4. |
Heartbreaker
02:59
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Maybe it’s my fault the way i looked at you
When you were gone
Maybe it’s my fault i fell so hard
Maybe it’s my fault
Maybe baby maybe it’s my fault
But that doesn’t mean the way you led me on
Was all okay
Doesn’t make the callus go away
My heart’s been cut so deep that it’s been
Swimming up to breathe ever since
Heartbreaker
Stay the hell away
You don’t have a reason anymore
My hearts in pieces on the floor
You can’t break me anymore
Oh heartbreaker
On a day in new york city i was walking on this roof
I called u up u tell me that your sorry bout this dude
You just hooked up with and i just wanted to tell you that i love you
“What did you say?”
Hypnotized you sympathize
You tell me its okay
But it isn’t i can tell it by the way
You look at me with other boys around
The things you do when i am out of town
Heartbreaker
Stay the hell away
You don’t have a reason anymore
My hearts in pieces on the floor
You can’t break me anymore
Oh heartbreaker
Heartbreaker
Stay the hell away
You don’t have a reason anymore
My hearts in pieces on the floor
You can’t break me anymore
Oh heartbreaker
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5. |
50 Shades of Hay
03:41
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6. |
(Haunted) Basement
03:33
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Tell me where you go
Tell me where you're going
Tell me what you know
Things I've got no business knowing
What the hell, what the hell
What the hell, what the hell
What the hell, what the hell, what the hell
There's a body in the basement
Telling me he'll live forever
There's a body in the basement
Frozen heart pretty flower
Death to body death to brain
Dead last time they say your name
Hold your head up say goodbye
You know they hate it when you cry
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7. |
Tell Me
03:00
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8. |
Finish Line
03:42
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