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[Lovely Rita, meter maid.]
Looking for something beyond your dreams?
Tired of getting stuck in between?
Where is the home you went looking for?
Is it the same place that it was before?
Did you believe it, when they said, "It's free."?
Don't you know, nothing's made for you and me?
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Old ways, depleting.
Time to synchronize.
I can't help it, the feeling seems so right.
It's becoming a trend.
Going on a limb.
Time and time again.
Bending over backwards.
Slowing becoming fed up.
Do it on a whim.
Time and time again.
Bending over backwards.
Slowly becoming a trend.
A dumb trend.
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I'm in another spectrum with no momentum.
("It slays me to hear you say...")
Heartbeats are for the weak.
("...that you're not AT ALL like me.")
It kills in comparison,
now that I've bought in, again.
("I've failed to my true love.")
Uno moment, ugh, give me a second.
("I'm putting it all to rest.")
The world is enough.
A resolution for my conclusion.
("I know I've been wrong, again.")
Sorry, I'm so sorry.
("My chest is really burning and...")
It kills in comparison,
now that I've bought in, again.
("I've failed to my true love.")
Uno moment, ugh, give me a second.
("I'm putting it all to rest.")
The world is enough.
"Liar!", you think I'm lying?
("I don't get what I deserve.")
Well, I'd like to say "Sigh."
("I don't...::slurred::...")
It kills in comparison,
now that I've bought in, again.
("I've failed to my true love.")
Uno moment, ugh, give me a second.
("I'm putting it all to rest...")
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Everything is fine, you will be alright.
We will find the anecdote for you.
I've been coughing for a week too long.
I'm dreaming things that can't be drummed.
Everyone is sealed in gold.
Tell me now, am I alone?
Show apathy or no remorse.
Happathy is the chosen course.
Stomp and shout about the day.
"Bad karma has blanketed me."
Everything is fine, you will be alright.
We will find the anecdote for you.
Give me liberty or give me death.
It's sad I chose the latter instead.
Unbeknownst to all my friends,
I will not say goodbye to them.
I'm feeling sick for reasons unsaid.
Make it clear what's wrong with my head.
The art of feeling fine is through.
I can no longer talk to you.
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I've bought you flowers.
Forget-Me-Not's.
Don't call me a deadbeat because they're starting to rot.
I'm sensing your hatred and I understand.
I live in a glasshouse, so, don't throw rocks?
Nine times out of ten, it's all in my head.
It seems like I'm in a desperationship.
I'm alright, I'll walk from here.
If it was any further, I'd make it clear to you.
I need to take care of your needs.
I cannot wait till I am free.
I'm sure that it is just a phase.
I'd say we are a classic case.
Nine times out of ten, it's all in my head.
It seems like I'm in a desperationship.
It's alright, I'll walk from here.
If it was any further, I'd make it clear to you.
Time and time again, while seeing all my friends.
They're telling me I'm in a desperationship.
I'll say it again, to get it through your head.
I'm drowning, I'm in a desperationship. With you.
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It's deceased so, I didn't mean to.
I didn't mean to dwell on something so dull.
Eloise, Eloise, no don't do it I'm on my knees.
Cut me some slack, I'm on my back.
Everything has become unattached.
I'm doing my best. Some things, I miss.
Please forgive me while I clear my head.
When it's a good day for a hanging, it's a good day for me.
I'm fucking jealous. I'm overzealous,
Got hit from a first hand, second hand, third party.
Careless thoughts and forget-me-nots,
Oh, would you please be my Valentine?
Answer quickly, I have to leave.
I demand we find our stance on this whole thing.
Time is wasted, cut and pasted.
I'll never know why I never heard her say "I love you".
When it's a good day for a hanging, it's a good day for me.
We're losing it in the valley.
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Recorded at Millside Heights Proving Ground.
released February 14, 2013
All songs written, recorded and produced by Frank DiBiase & Mike Fisher.
