1. |
Love Swipe
02:20
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I don't wanna be the last boy on your list
I am the first one in and the first one you miss
My knuckles crack under the pressure of your shit
Please forgive me if my plan is not too quick
Oh, I can't save face
Local cult is not the place
Underrate my face
We keep to a quicker pace
I'm alone again so I don't mean to stare
It's the shape of your face but what do you care
All the times I broke your heart with no repair
I will not forgive if in the end I have to share
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2. |
Drip
02:02
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You enter a room
You'll do anything you can do
I try but I can't stop
There's blood dripping down my socks
I told them to go away
If I fit in then I would stay
I was little I used to play
Now I'd do every single other way
There's blood dripping down my socks
I don't wanna be here anymore
I found myself I'm at my own store
I bought everything on the shelf
And the last thing you love
Is yourself
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3. |
Sour Something
02:07
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You leave me alone with my thoughts
Inside my bones I am just lost
She don't know but she's been told
They've all been sold the boy's not gold
I didn't know the plan
It's out of my hands
Let me know
And I'll let go
She let me know she left with the most
I was not supposed to feel even worse
And she's down below playing real slow
And she'll never know when he lets go
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4. |
Fools Die Inside
02:11
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She left me in the dust
My real brush with the upper crust
Well if you really must
She is not the one I trust
Fools die inside
Tools learn to lie
I know I won't mind
If you learn to let it slide
I will level out
Go from a pour to closed spout
All these words come out my mouth
Because I can't learn to feel good inside my own house
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5. |
Put On
02:16
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I don't know you now
I let myself down
When you call my name
I don't feel a thing
I'm not the first one to leave you
You're not the last one to go
I'm not the only one who needed you
I can't stop putting on a show
You get the real thing
Two beds one glass of gin
Go out we make a scene
Turns out I'm pretty mean
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6. |
Short
01:54
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Hey there saw you looking at me
What's that over there you been getting for free
I'm not the same boy I used to be
I'm just as short and twice as mean
I do not believe this thing you've got going
Good matron good deeds they're made out of nothing
I'm not the same boy I used to be
Put back my eraser and try not to speak
When you're inside my head
Underneath my mess
My heart pumps in my chest
Running with my legs
Hey there saw you looking at me
I'm not the same boy I used to be
I'm not the same boy I used to be
I'm just as short and twice as mean
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7. |
Lemonade Stand
01:28
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Got my living from lemonade stands
It's an honorable living my man
I've got in a pocket five cents
No one can get on me living tonight
Oh, Day-oh, oh, got my own, yeah
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8. |
Will
02:00
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I used to be a pretty good kid
I looked pretty neat I read my fiction
But when the words they seem to come out
Now every other sentence is a let down
I don't know and I never will
I stay here and write my fucking will
They call it evil but I need more
I used to be a pretty good bitch
she said I have a scratch and I can cure your itch
I'm pretty straight forward and that's all there is
I trim my lawn and I figure out what my point is
And I never will
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9. |
Hell Hire
02:11
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I don't mind the way that you lie
In fact I'm sweating under the lights
Express my inner most fights
When thinking to hard is a way of life
No way I'm going home
Go shake your heart and soul
Go insane and out of control
The truth is
I don't like my insides
They're full of ash and regretful times
So long ago but full in my mind
You're far to good to leave behind
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10. |
The Lonely Pilot
03:22
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She was a lonely pilot on a sinking ship
She didn't know who to ask for so she don't say shit
He was loaded bastard who came too quick
That man knows what he wanted and it makes me sick
You made me sick
You made me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
She was a lonely pilot on a sinking ship
She don't who to ask for so she don't say shit
He was a loaded bastard who came too quick
That man knows what he's after and you made me sick
You made me sick
You made me sick
You make me sick
My bag is silver but I'm after the gold
I'm the only motherfucker left who didn't sell his soul
I'm in hell now and I can see flames
Fuck the lemonade stand
All I make is cravings
We are the Local Cult
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