1. |
Passport
03:45
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Come grab your bags, forget your name
Your age is just a number anyway
I mean no harm, I come with ease
I wish you well but hope that you can stay
I’m feeling good, we’re almost there
This song could someday take us anywhere
Untie your hair, and breath it in
You don’t know if you’ll ever breathe
this air, again (no)
You don’t know when you’ll ever breathe this air
I get the feeling, that this is just the start
I never doubted, you’re gonna go so far
And never listen, when they say we’re too young, too loud
Well, no one’s here to say we’re not allowed
I get the feeling, that this is just the start
I never doubted, you’re gonna go so far
And never listen, when they say we’re too young, too loud
Well, no one’s here to say we’re not allowed
Hand me your passport, son
I think for now your journey’s done
Rest your head and close your eyes
Don’t worry 'bout those silly lies
You told the world cause they forgot by now (Say)
Hand me your passport, son
I think for now your journey’s done
Just rest your head and close your eyes
Don’t worry about those silly lies
You told the world cause they forgot by now
I get the feeling, that this is just a start
I never doubted, we’re gonna go so far
And never listen, when they say we’re too damn naïve
Well what else did you think they came to see
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2. |
Dirty Hippies
02:31
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Well,
Ma’am you see me as a troubled one
And I’ll admit I have traveled some
A simple look at me, you see my image’s not polished
But I’ll try despite this industry to keep myself honest
Now I know my darling this is just a subway station
And damn I know you’re into peaceful conversation
I don’t mean to attack you or fill you with fear
I hope that you respect I pour my heart out here
Noo oo oo (Noo oo oo)
Bullets sound like drums
Soo oo oo (Soo oo oo)
Words will be my gun
"Dirty hippies"
Now my lyric’s a key component
You’re watching a focused showman
A broken poet, an open book
If you take a second look, and just join the enjoyment
Give me just a second we might give you a meaningful moment
Noo oo oo (Noo oo oo)
Bullets sound like drums
Soo oo oo (Soo oo oo)
Words will be my gun
"Dirty hippies"
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3. |
Bores You Out
02:46
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A single note
Ramblin' round in the background of your favorite song
A lonely chord wearing you out
But what more can I give
If you took all of it away?
What more can I give to you?
I wish you heard me yesterday
Cause I use to sing about much better days
But now it's gone, gone, gone
And my song, song, song
Bores you out
Same old words
I must have heard before
Same old melancholic voice whining
But what more can I give
If she took all of it away?
What more can I give you to?
I wish you heard me yesterday
Cause I use to sing about much better days
But now it's gone, gone, gone
And my song, song, song
Bores you out
May I use my used-up language
To tell you I feel sad
Hope you don't turn off this radio
It's all I have
But now it's gone, nad my song, bores you out
Go-o-one
I wish you heard me yesterday
Cause I use to sing about much better days
But now it's gone, gone, gone
And my song, song, song
But now it's gone, gone, gone
And my song, song, song
Bores you out
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4. |
Traveler
04:00
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Traveler
Won’t you stay for a while
And let me play inside
Be my guest
Kill this man
It’s easier than seeing him die
And I
All I wanted from you
Is your everything
And all I’ve done’s not enough
All I wanted from you
Is your everything
And all I’ve done’s not enough
Bring it on
Break me down
Piece by piece
I’ll be your feast
Take a bite
All I wanted from you
Is your everything
And all I’ve done’s not enough
All I wanted from you
Is your everything
And all I’ve done’s not enough
Wish I asked you yesterday,
Am I gonna be okay? (x5)
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5. |
Peron & Callao
04:28
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For months, for years
I would have waited a lifetime to be yours
Not interfere
With what you had with her
Take your time
Breaking apart
And awakening the part of you
That's not surprised
She left you alone
Your love for her was stunning
And beautiful
Before Peron and Callao
Hurt you somehow
And German and June
Brought her memory to you
Before you started to hate
The airport and the Eight
I wanted her for you
But I wanted you too
I'll sweep you up
When she leaves you discarded on the floor
And reconstruct
Let me see that smile she never loved
Take your time
Breaking apart
And awakening the part of you
That's not surprised
She left you alone
Your love for her was stunning
And beautiful
Before Peron and Callao
Hurt you somehow
And German and June
Brought her memory to you
Before you started to hate
The airport and the Eight
I wanted her for you
But I wanted you too
For months, for years
I would have waited a lifetime to hold you
Months, for years
I would have waited a lifetime to hold you
For months, for years
I would have waited a lifetime to hold you (x2)
Months, for years (Love for her was stunning)
I would have waited a lifetime, lifetime (x4)
Before Peron and Callao
Hurt you somehow
And German and June
Brought her memory to you
Before you started to hate
The airport and the Eight
I wanted her for you
But I wanted you too
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6. |
Goodbye Song
02:35
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Like your auntie's old collection of crumbled dried flowers
Or the dull dollar razor that's been rusting in the shower
An old pair of running shoes with worn down soles
Like a closet full of clothing that is stained or full of holes
I really have to go oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
I really have to go oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
I really have to go
Like Grandpa's broken glasses that he always meant to fix
And that one bad habit he keeps saying that he'll fix
The musty old vanity that's always had a stink
Full of mothballs and some pens that have all run out of ink
I really have to go oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
I really have to go oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
I really have to go
I don't wanna hold to things that I don't need
But I'll hold a piece of you in my memory
Like your little sister's science thing that never sprung a bud
But it sits there on the windowsill, a tiny pot of mud
That little black dress that his wife will never fit again
But he knows that she loves it when he tells her that she can
I really have to go oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
I really have to go oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
I really have to go
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