1. |
Child
04:13
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Throwing roses on rosewood we never act when we should
Even when the signs are clear we never think the end is near
Putting our hands over our eyes trying our best to disguise
Looking for an escape looking before it's too late
Little child in denial
Sits at home cries awhile
Brushes his teeth & goes to bed
Puts his fingers to his head
Wake up with a hangover we wish & wish it's over
Walk around like the dead we wish & wish it's in our head
Broken down with a vacant stare trying our best to think how we got there
It was all just good & fun trying our best not to come undone
Little child in denial
Sits at home cries awhile
Brushes his teeth & goes to bed
Puts his fingers to his head
Little child in denial
Sits at home cries awhile
Brushes his teeth & goes to bed
Puts his fingers to his head
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2. |
Deadbeat
04:48
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3. |
MTMH
06:03
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Inject into my life
From out of sight
Save me in time
Voice like a chime
She's the purest heroin
Taste just like venom
Mainlining to my heart
She's gonna jump start
Girl with the rims
Show me how to sin
Girl with the rims
Show me how to sin
Flowing through my veins
Never be the same
She's infected my brain
Now she's all that remains
Moth to her flame
She gets me again
Propped in her frame
She gets me again
Girl with the rims
Show me how to sin
Girl with the rims
Show me how to sin
ALRIGHTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
She's the purest heroin
Taste just like venom
Mainlining to my heart
She's gonna jump start
Girl with the rims
Show me how to sin
Take me where I've never been
Show me how to live
Girl with the rims
Show me how to sin
Take me where I've never been
Show me how to live
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4. |
Fuck You
03:54
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When I was a child
I was told
You'll go no further
Than the gutter
Your life isn't yours
Here's your chains
But I spoke back
I owe you nothing
Fuck You
When I was a man
I was told
You need to stay in line
Don't you stray
Then they gave me a name
Tagged my ear
so I cut it off
I'm not yours
Fuck You
1,2....1,2,3,4
Fuck You
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5. |
Options
05:46
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You always say I'm the wrong one even though you never think your right
Always calling me the conspirator even though I'm always on your side
Life isn't always what it's supposed to be but it doesn't have to be a dream
Just don't push it all to the side it can still be alright
Which way will you go
These options in my head
Their leaving me for dead
These options in my head
They take control
Somehow you never miss a beat, meanwhile gravity sweeps me off my feet
Caught up in a fractured state of mind pulling in two directions all the time
How could life get any deeper you always were the conspirator
Still it could be alright just don't keep it all inside
Which way will you go
These options in my head
Their leaving me for dead
These options in my head
They take control
They take control
Which way will you go
These options in my head
Their leaving me for dead
These options in my head
They take control
They take control
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Chasing Claire Adelaide, Australia
Two Aussies & one Scotsman hailing from Adelaide, South Australia come together to play music, mosh & create madness!
Feeling a gap of true emotion in modern music, they are here to bring you not back to a time when music mattered but to make the time that is now in music matter again.
Ready or not they are here.
CHASING CLAIRE
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