1. |
Tearing Your Heart Out
04:37
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When you’re veins, breaking up
When your voice don’t creep
Phantom pains, turkey flesh
Going no where
You’re tearing your heart out now
You’re tearing your heart out now
So you can be free to feel good
You’re tearing your heart out now
So you can be free to feel good
There’s no problem, you can’t choose
When you’re cut on cologne
When your eyes’ rolling back
When it’s calling your name,
Going no where
You’re tearing your heart out now
So you can be free to feel good
You’re tearing your heart out now
So you can be free to feel good, good
You’re tearing your heart out now
So you can be free to feel good
You’re tearing your heart out now
So you can be free to feel good, good
Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhh
Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhh
When we’re out in the fields
Trembling hands reaching out
One more touch, one more taste
Going no where
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2. |
Pin Cushion Heart
04:56
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Who am I to recognise what’s right from what is wise,
Built to last, to fill the view
Yet still believe this state of mind is not becoming
Bite the hand that fed to you a fantasy of loss,
Built to bleed to grow and weep
Yet still believe this bloated sponge cannot keep holding
In with the absence and out with the new
There’s something worth saying that does not include that I’m sorry,oh that I’m sorry
In with the absence and out with the truth
There’s something worth saying that does not conclude
That I’m sorry that I’m sorry
Resigned and confused or unkind if amused
A design or misuse and In substance abused, I can be forgetful
Who am to recognise what’s right from what is wise
Endless corridor with your name on each door
Knocking, blown out, open
In with the absence and on with the news
There’s something worth saying that does not include that I’m sorry stop saying sorry
In with the absence and out with the truth
There’s something worth saying that doesn’t conclude
That I’m sorry that I’m sorry
Take control
Your hands are cold
And what you hold becomes me
Prick your palms of presupposing
Not on roses, heavy doses
Who decides?
Well you decide and
We’d delight if you’d decide this
Self destructive
What the fuck gives
Someone notice
Someone notice
Take control
Your hands are cold
And what you hold becomes me
Self destructive
What the fuck gives
Someone notice
Someone notice
(repeat)
In with the absence and on with the news
There’s something worth saying that does not include that I’m sorry,well maybe I’m sorry
Inward the absence and onward the new
There’s something worth saying that does not conclude
That I’m sorry that I’m sorry
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3. |
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Sorry to tell you, to tell you today
Sorry to tell you, to tell you she’s dead
This will never be a home again,
We’ll never be alone,
to say you’re sorry, no you had no choice
This will never be a home again,
We’ll never be alone,
To say you’re sorry, know you had no choice
Sorry to steal you, to steal you away
sorry to love you, to love you today
This will never be a home again,
We’ll never be alone,
to say you’re sorry, no you had no choice
This will never be a home again,
We’ll never be alone,
So say you’re sorry, know you have no choice
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo x 2
I’m crying out all your tears
So tired from all these years
Been strung up by all your fears
I’m crying for all your tears
Been trying for all these years
Been strung out on all your fears
This will never be a home again,
We’ll never be alone,
You say you’re sorry, and know you have no choice
This will never be a home again,
We’ll never be alone,
Outsource our sickness, don’t we ever try?
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo x 2
Sorry to tell you, to tell you she’s dead
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4. |
Choose Without This
04:47
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Paper white skin with charcoal bruises
He seeks the spark to dress her in flames
She was born to burn, to shake and give it like diva
Sold herself to be, drunk enough for all of us
Oh oh oh oh, she can’t choose without this
Breath without this
Oh oh oh oh, she can’t choose without this
Breath without this
Afraid to love, addicted to fuck
Amateur porn, the midas touch
She was sold to be, strong enough for all of us
She’ll die in his arms, just leave the money on the table
Oh oh oh oh, she can’t choose without this
Breath without this
Oh oh oh oh, she can’t choose without this
Breath without this
Ooooo ooooo oooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
So tell me is this how we free ourselves or is this just how to get your kicks
Is this how you see yourself, I can’t pretend I won’t do this for you
This fucked up fucked up subterfuge is burning down
let’s pretend we’ve got the cash, let’s live it up and turn the tables
Oh oh oh oh, she can’t choose without this
Breath without this
Oh oh oh oh, she can’t choose without this
Breath without this
Ooooo ooooo oooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
The counted few, say there’s no problem
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