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The Far From My Bed Show
02:34
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Oh please don’t talk about
Don’t say it aloud
I can’t hear you all
You’re behind a wall
Won’t give it a chance
To settle in my mind
Now is not the time
To hear you cry and whine
I take solace in the fact that
this is a show far from my bed
I take solace in the fact that
this is a show far from my bed
Oh don't you talk about
Oh don’t you say aloud
I hate those know-it-alls
Forget that lost cause
And my tired eyes
Are now desensitized
I've been sleeping for days
(I've been sleeping for days)
I'd like to keep it that way
Ooooh
I am safe
Right in here
Between four walls
Internal
Ooooh
Right in here
Between four walls
Outside isn’t real
Internal
I take solace in the fact that
this is a show far from my bed
I take solace in the fact that
this is a show far from my bed
Apathy suits me quite well when
It’s not me that's at the wrong end
Apathy suits me quite well when
It’s not me that's at the wrong end
Apathy, apathy, apathy, apathy...
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2. |
I Won't Yell At You
03:16
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I don’t want to talk about it
You don’t want to talk about it
We don’t want to talk about it
Hey man let’s not talk about it
(x4)
It’s those little things
That drive you insane
It’s those little things
That won’t go away
Come home, there’s nothing you have to say
I won’t mind it
If you don’t mind
Comfortable silence
No need to hide
I don’t want to talk about it
You don’t want to talk about it
We don’t want to talk about it
Hey man let’s not worry about it
(x2)
There’s no need to cry about it
I won’t yell at you about about it
Won’t make a big fuss about it
Hey man let’s not worry about it
(x2)
It’s those little things
That drive you insane
It’s those little things
That won’t go away
Come home, there’s nothing you have to say
I won’t mind it
If you don’t mind
Comfortable silence
No need to hide
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Drowning in the Sun
03:03
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You think you’re onto something
I didn't get the warning
You’re the one that pushed the button, set the trap unlocked the door and gave it all away
Gave it all away, hey
Maybe it was expected
The lack of my reaction
I think it’s funny that I criticise, roll my eyes, but will not look away
No will not look away, hey
One day I will walk away, drop the act, exit the stage
You will know and you will see a limit to my empathy
Who would’ve guessed that
Who would’ve guessed that
I think I’m onto something
Bask in your glory
Bask in your glory
I would not worry
Bask in your glory
Bask in your glory
Prideful of those things I haven’t done
Bask in your glory
High above those that can’t keep up
I would not worry
Might as well go drowning in the sun
Name my catches
Shame your acts of
Self-glorification
No need to self-reflect when you’ve got
Sand to wash your face in
Bask in your glory
Prideful of those things I haven’t done
Bask in your glory
High above those who can’t keep up
I would not worry
Might as well go drowning in the sun
I think I’m under something
I didn’t heed the warning
Wish me well I’m going down going down going down going down going down going down (etc.)
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Poisoned Ground
02:30
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Wanna talk about the time that you said it was alright to take anything you wanted without a second thought
You took her from the shelter and said that you would help her but her care was only an afterthought
You don’t think about the time that you locked her in the cellar and threw away the key and that’s not okay
While she waited and she waited for something to abate her something might have happened and she got away
No, she won’t say thanks to you
No, she won’t say thanks to you
No, she won’t say thanks to you
While you’re running for your life and think about those times
Take a breather, take a breather, take a breather, rah!
Built your house on poisoned ground
Built your house on poisoned ground
Building houses on poisoned ground never seems to work out maybe should’ve thought of that
Building houses on poisoned ground never seems to work out maybe should’ve thought of that
Empty room, caged no more
My little angel
Why won’t you come home
I miss you so much
Open cellar door
I remember that I once
Did not say thanks to you
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