1. |
Play The Fool
03:13
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I'm downtown
By old City Hall
Can't help to see your face in those storied walls
Our place to nowhere
This pulse is gone
Either give it up now or fight to keep hanging on
So I'll play the fool
Play the fool
Play the fool
Yeah fool for you
There's nothing else
That I can say
To save myself from you
I'll play the fool
Yeah fool for you
Gave the devil a dare
Now we're ready to crash
Would you rather burn out than
Wonder when we're looking back?
Thought the dice was loaded
Getting ready to roll
You can be safe
You can be safe
You can be safe
So I'll play the fool
Play the fool
Play the fool
Yeah fool for you
And there's nothing else
That I can say
To save myself from you
I'll play the fool
Yeah fool for you
So I'll play the fool
Play the fool
Play the fool
Yeah fool for you
And there's nothing else
That I can say
To save myself from you
I'll play the fool
Yeah fool for you
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2. |
Angel Of Light
03:37
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Well I'm
Not black as you've painted
I could've been sainted
But it's you who took that bite
And you
Wanted what you fear for
Well come under my steeple
And I'll be your Angel of Light
And these
Smokes keep ashin'
The whiskey's still burnin'
But the bills ain't going away
Cause it's
Easy to define
The evil and divine
But it's all the same to me
So when the taxman commeth
He'll meet me at my local
On corner of Pergamum Lane
We'll share a libation
Tap mugs in celebration
Let Arsenic have it's day
Well Hell, I'm
Not as black as you've painted
So Lay Down
Let me be your Angel of Light
And you
Wanted what you fear for
So Lay Down
And let me be your Angel of Light
Well I've tried
All I could
Through these woods
But my path ain't easy to see
I've been pushed
I've been down
You took my crown
Now this fruit looks good to me
Can't you see?
I'm not fallen
So come crawling
You'll find me swinging from the of end a tree
Oh Yeah
Well Hell, I'm
Not as black as you've painted
So Lay Down
Let me be your Angel of Light
And you
Wanted what you fear for
So Lay Down
And let me be your Angel of Light
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3. |
Spent / Burnt
03:30
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Pull the stone from my blood
Pinholes leaking oxygen
This smile's been full of rust
Liquor see-through
Might be death proof
For now the question is
How much pain can you live with?
On a scale of one to ten
Death is nine and
Not everything is a fuck yea
Weak vibrations haunting our little ships
If the outcome is a hot mess
Time to turn around or go all-in
For now the question is
How much pain can you live with?
On a scale of one to ten
Death is nine and
I'm a thousand
So I can burn
So I can burn
You say I'm spent
But I'm burnt
Charred to crisp and I don't know where to turn
You say I'm spent
But I'm burnt
Charred to crisp and I don't know where to turn
You say I'm spent
But I'm burnt
Charred to crisp and I don't know where to turn
You say I'm spent
But I'm burnt
So now the question is
How much pain can you live with?
On a scale of one to ten
Death is nine and
So now the question is
How much pain can you live with?
On a scale of one to ten
Death is nine and
I'm a thousand
So I can burn
So I can burn
You say I'm spent
But I'm burnt
Charred to crisp and I don't know where to turn
You say I'm spent
But I'm burnt
Charred to crisp and I don't know where to turn
You say I'm spent
But I'm burnt
Charred to crisp and I don't know where to turn
You say I'm spent
But I'm burnt
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NYC indie rock, synthy therapop with unpolished teeth.
Well-balanced, literate therapy
sessions for libertines, misanthropes, churchgoers and those who toast evil.
RIYL:
Gaslight Anthem, The Replacements, The Midnight, Delta Spirit,
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