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The Juliana Theory




Альбом The Juliana Theory


Emotion Is Dead (2000)
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Emotion Is Dead Pt.II
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Dad, your boy is about to fall.
He walks the razor's edge.
He's on the brink of fading out.
He's at his bitter end.
Dad, your boy who used to run, you taught him how to crawl.
He left home to find his own, now all he had is gone.
In your eyes I see a darkness that torments you
and in your head where it dwells.
I'd give you my hand if you'd reach out and grab it.
Let's walk away from this hell.
Mom, your baby is on his way.
He'll soon be at your side.
Cause he's forgotten all he's known.
A part of him has died.
Mom may never understand why baby's come and gone.

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When you tried to build me up with the wrong words
All it did was kill me
And when you said you trust in all that I feel
I never quite believed you

And when you tried to help me out by telling me that we should be I disagreed

So hold me up
And you should see
You're not supposed to be my enemy

I know your side
I understand
But you can let me feel it safe in my hands

Your every word is full of doubt
I've never ever had a way til' now to let it out
If this is how it's got to be
It will never be easy

You can make this very easy
If you can show me, you believe me
You could kill me, you can kill me
You can make this very easy

So let me breathe
Just let me be
I'd show you more than
you could ever hope to see

Intentions are the same I find
But even if they are, I still need room to shine
So give it time, and give it space
This isn't just a slap across your face

If this is how, it's got to be
I will never speak freely

You can make this very easy
If you can show me, you believe me
You could kill me, you can kill me
You can make this very easy

Do you believe in me? [x2]
Believe in me now
Do you believe me?
You gotta believe, gotta believe me
Do you believe me?

You can make this very easy
If you can show me, you believe me
You could kill me, you can kill me
You can make this very easy

You can make this very easy
If you can show me that you believe me
You could kill me, you can kill me

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We knew you'd hate this before we wrote it. So listen up, we're
telling you before you tell us. We're not misinformed or misdirected,
functioning on your subjective. Your hatred only fuels us on.
Now how about a word or two on you? You're an alias, an email
address. We lay alot more out than you do. We won't be part
of your revolution. So listen up, we're telling you this is
a business. We're not misinformed or misdirected. We'll make
our own insurrection. So keep on publishing our wrongs. Now
how about a word or two on you? You're a paper fist, a faceless

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We're at the top of the world, you and I. We've got alot of
time and it sure feels right. Cause you reached in your pocket
and pulled out a pass that says you can take me anywhere. Sha
la la la. Sha la la la la la la. We're on the top of the world,
here tonight. We've got alot of time and it sure feels right.
Cause I'm up here running behind you. I'm up here running in

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Will there ever be time enough? Or are we just too naive? I
haven't just given up. Oh God, I still believe. Is patience
still waiting? Will I wait on my knees too? Are you laughing
at us today? And is this just one big game? Now cash me in while
you can. We never were the same. Come on. Will you ever have
all you want? And are we just next in line? Don't throw out

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Emotion Is Dead Pt.I

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Watch your mouth
hold your toungue boy
because you're running out of breath
running out of time
before every careless word
that you utter renders you utterly useless.
now you're drowning in your own saliva
trying to speak yourself to the top of your empty world
well keep on talking just keep on rambling
you've got your mouth full
listen here's the pleasant part
you and i we fell apart.
listen here's the pleasant part
you and i we fell apart.(continue)
why can't you make up your mind?
why can't you make up your mind?
shut your mouth
burn your bridges
throw your words like an attack and stab me in the wait a second wait a second
what's that i just heard nevermind
it's obviously worthless..
now you're standing on your soapbox yelling from the rooftops everything you say
is a lie. a lie a lie. lie lie Yeah!
listen here's the clever one who speaks before his thoughts are done.
listen here's the clever one who speaks before his thoughts are done.(continue)
why can't you make up your mind?
why can't you make up your mind?
watch your mouth
hold your tongue
somethings are better left unsaid
watch your mouth
hold your tongue
somethings are better left unsaid.
now i hope you're pleased,
you got your prize and tongue
i dance between your words,
right before you fall....
RIGHT BEFORE YOU-
why don't you, Why dont' you say that to my face?
i had a rip down, torn out So many things.
everything you, everytime you,every word you say.

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You took away all my anger. We put away all your pride. Now
you're gone, it's plain to see we're nothing. Now you're as
the solitude of space is. We took it all away from you. You'd
like to think you made us. We took it all away, away. You let
us know that we are nothing. You took away all our pleasure.
We took away all your pain. Now we're gone it's plain to see
you're nothing. Now you're as the solitude of space is. We're

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Something isn't right here. You've gone and left me on the ground.
Something isn't right in this world called confusion. You gave
it all away before you could lose it. Something isn't right
here on the ground. You never said goodbye. You died. You chose
to carry on a lie. Something isn't right here. You've gone and

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Here is my new disposition. You're about to understand. Our
theory is only obvious to the skeptical, and at the bitter end.
You're staring at a white page and the print is plain to see.
Now turn the page and read what's written. It's your history.
Do you understand? The dream is over. You haven't slept in years.
Don't be looking for answers. You're better following trails.
You're staring at a black screen. Your body starts to tense.
When two plus two is five or less it's time to question common
sense. Silence is a secret, a weapon in disguise. Listen to
the silence. Open up your eyes. Do you decide what you hear
and believe? Tell me who makes your mind up for you. Do you
believe what you see to be true? Can you tell me who owns the
truth? Who bought the truth? What is your disposition? Here
is my new disposition. You're about to understand. Our theory

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Baby, you say, "this is your life, well where is mine?"
how you gonna get there running nowhere? burn yourself out.
die too soon. you see the world is only temporary.
everybody's scared that they'll be no one too.

baby, baby, baby, you say this is your life,
well where is mine?
baby, baby, baby, you say this is your life,
well where is mine?

how you gonna hold out when you sold out?
life's a riddle. here's a clue.
you see, a moment's only temporary.
let too many go, and you will be history too.
"why?" you ask me. "why?" i'll tell you.
"why?" i will tell you. you gave up baby.

baby, baby, baby, you say this is your life,
well where is mine?
baby, baby, baby, you say this is your life,

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Did you really think that it was over when you hung up the phone
and said goodnight? And did you ever think that it would be
too much? I can't leave without saying goodbye. So did you really
think that you could take it? Could you make it alone tonight?
I never could have hoped for anything more. Be my angel if you
can, alright. You always say goodnight, and you always say goodnight.
So baby did you sleep an hour for me? How I wish I was there
right now. I wasn't going to tell you I could change things.
I'm afraid I never will know how. But I don't really think that
I can take it. Will I make it alone somehow? So hold me in your
arms before I leave you. I'll be back as soon as time allows.

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Emotion Is Dead Pt.II

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