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2009 |
1. | ...For No One |
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7. | Even Good Kids Make Bad Sports |
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9. | I Call It It |
10. | Air Born |
11. | It's About Destruction... |
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How,
C-c-c-c-c-could I
Define the better, better, excuse for a man
So why,
S-s-s-s-s-should I
Allow the whisperings of criticism
Nobody wants
It's just a look of despair
I sleep on my breach
It still isn't good enough for them,
Until the end,
I'd like to keep up with the pretense,
I won't make that mistake again
Now,
Now that the pressure's immense
Kind or evil, let me have it
It's so hard,
Y-y-y-yeah
We're putting in, but we said we never meant it
Nobody wants
It's just a look of despair
I sleep on my breach
It still is not good enough for them,
Until the end,
I'd like to keep up with the pretense,
I won't make that mistake again
So, why not quit?
Being a man,
Isn't always best for me
I won't make,
I won't make,
I won't make,
That mistake
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It's late
Oh I'll tell you straight
You screw this up
And I'll make you pay
Tonight
Fuck your stagefright
You do your job
And I'll do mine
Now the lights are as high as I can have them
'Cause images are significant
The clothes have yards of flesh between them
So I'll be rich before you're on the stage
This demon has it's way with me
He wants a hit in record time please
He'll kill me when I hit my peak
'Cause dead singers mean the money keeps rolling in
Rolling in
Lose weight
So buy smaller plates
Eat standing up
Never purge in day
Now the lights are as high as I can have them
'Cause images are significant
The clothes have yards of flesh between them
So I'll be rich before you're on the stage
This demon has it's way with me
He wants a hit in record time please
He'll kill me when I hit my peak
'Cause dead singers mean the money keeps rolling in
Sit down
You needn't shout
I'll make these rules
You'll play them out
Now I'm back stage and holding water
Remember our last discussion dear?
If I get half it's not important
I'll be here as long as you can pay
This demon has it's way with me
He wants a hit in record time please
He'll kill me when I hit my peak
'Cause dead singers mean the money keeps rolling in
Rolling in, rolling in
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I'm addicted to electric pulses,
Oh, I'm addicted to electric pulses,
How? Let's see.
All decisions cutting of our voices,
All decisions running out by voices, now, for me.
Oh, I'm incapable, I live by habit
Oh, I'm incapable, I live by habit
Not today.
Life's accountable if I don't grab it
Oh, life's accountable if I don't grab it
So I say.
Aren't you sick of being automatic?
Don't you wanna have it your way, always?
Aren't you sick of being automatic?
Somethings wrong with me,
I've gotta pull it out
I'm changing,
Turning corners,
This town ain't big enough for me
I'm pushing all the problems
I'm stepping to the n'th degree
I'll write it down, I'm saying
"I can't stand it."
I'll write it down, I'm saying
"I can't stand it."
Overly
Now I'm a hero for the automatics
And I'm a hero for the automatics
Sick, they'll meet
Oh aren't you sick of being automatic?
Don't you wanna have it your way, always?
Aren't you sick of being automatic?
Somethings wrong with me,
I've gotta pull it out
I'm changing,
Turning corners,
This town ain't big enough for me
I'm pushing all the problems
I'm stepping to the n'th degree
Aren't you sick of being automatic
Oh, aren't you sick of being automatic
And aren't you sick of being automatic
Aren't you sick of being automatic
I'm setting more examples
Than anyone would ever dream
I'm shaking, lighting candles
I'm drawing lines no-one can see
And now I'm sitting upright
I'm taking every second in
I'm turning off my standby
I'm crying at the state I'm in
And now I'm floating upwards
I'm watching everybody see
My body bending backwards
But no one's bending over me
Oh, bending over me.
Yeah, bending over me.
Oh, bending over me.
[Bending over me]
I tried my best
I'm giving in
A punch that means it's over
Mistakes are made and I respect it's over
Oh, I tried my best
I'm giving in,
A punch that means it's over
All these mistakes are running closer,
It's over now
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On the day that we left
The neighborhood heart skipped a beat
Oh the trees folded up and they shook as we drove down the street
I said to myself we're finally getting away,
When we come back I know that they'll all look the same
Now let's go to our city
And we'll change over night
We won't think about leaving
Oh why would we, it's too good a time
A hurricane hit
While we were missing
Oh, can anybody tell me where the damage is
On the day that we left the phones and the power were down
Oh the wind doubled up and it slammed every door in the town
You cried and you screamed, you played faith in the war
When it was done the magic had left with the storm
Oh we moved to our city
And we changed over night
We won't think about leaving
Now why would we it's too good a time?
A hurricane hit
While we were missing
Oh can anybody tell me where the damage is?
Above our waistlines and beneath my skin
Your not afraid to dig those fingernails in
We don't need our childhood
I'm so sure now I was there
By the time the winds have erased us
Oh I may as well have lived here with you if anywhere
A hurricane hit
While we were missing
Oh can anybody tell me where the damage is
Above our waistline and beneath my skin
Shes not afraid to dig those fingernails in
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Well if the girl is talking slow
I wander in and out oh no no no
She looks to me, she wants to know
This music is to loud oh no no no
Some sweets, some dress, some, some Sweets, so I don't know anything,
When i give in!
Oh Animator!
Animator! Animator! Animator!
Animator! Animator! Animator!
Animator! Animator! Animator!
She takes my hand, she lets me know
My timing is all wrong oh no no no
So ready to when, the lights are low
We kiss for way too long oh no no no
Some sweets, some dress, some, some Sweets, so I don't know anything,
When i give in!
Oh Animator!
Animator! Animator! Animator!
Animator! Animator! Animator!
Animator! Animator! Animator! (x2)
Ooooooooooooh
Ooooooooooooh
Hiding in the bedroom where she found me
How i really hoped that she was sleeping
Now's the time to tell her its just goodbye
Still there's a part of me thats holding out for
Promises and Passion and Affection
But she has no idea what any of those mean!
Oh Animator!
Animator! Animator! Animator!
Animator! Animator! Animator!
Animator! Animator! Animator!
Oh Animator!
Animator! Animator! Animator!
Animator! Ani-Ma-Tor!
Animator! Animator! Animator!
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Even Good Kids Make Bad Sports |
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Terrified Eugene
Stutters when he speaks
Crushed under the weight
Of other pupil's hate
Why is he out of class
When the boys go past
Oh no one ever sees
The tantrums in Eugene
You know you can't keep him down, he's a science major
Got a whole set of books for each new occasion
No you can't keep Eugene down
He'll take center stage
When he learns with age
Wheres the bit to go
Where others can follow
You know you can't keep him down, he's a science major
Got a whole set of books for each new occasion
No you can't keep Eugene down
You know you can't keep him down
No, you're trying to hurt him
And it's all of the time when he listens ????
No you can't keep Eugene down
So don't say no
Say I am waiting
Don't say no
Say I am waiting
I know you're ready for it
You know you can't keep him down, he's a science major
Got a whole set of books for each new occasion
Don't say no
Say I am waiting
I know you're ready for it
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It's About Destruction... |
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