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| Subject: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:13 am | |
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"This Is A Forgery"
This is a forgery, this is a forgery Every single word is plagiarized. Copied twice and thrice inscribed This is a forgery.
There is a path, and to get where its leading, you've got to be sharp and never bend easy
This is an enemy, this is an enemy Compliments and chemisty. Cavalier and so charming This isnt everything, this isnt everything. I had a fit and you had a feeling.
There was a path, and to get where its leading you had to be sharp, you couldnt swerve side to side. I was a razor and you were a straight line.
This is a travesty, this is a travesty, every sentiment has been contrived. Palatable and so refined. Sugar sweet to appetize. I had a fit and you had a feeling.
There was a path and to get where its leading you had to be sharp, you couldnt swerve from side to side. I was a razor and you were a straight line.
This is a forgery, this is a forgery. Every single word is plagiarized. Copied twice and thrice inscribed. This is a forgery.
And we were looking out, for some shining light, but it was casket black, so we would search all night.
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:21 am | |
| "Matters Of Blood And Connection"
Why do you speak with that accent now? Everyone knows you're not from the streets. You went to prep school in Cambridge, With daughters and sons of the privileged elite. Their fortunes from shipping and industry, Their futures in yacht clubs and tails. So why do you speak with that accent now? Everyone knows you're moonlighting here. To avail yourself of your heritage, For a season or two in the sun.
Draw well from the funds in the trust, Thanks to the fathers of fortunate sons, For us it's a matter of charging the gates For you it's a matter of blood and connections
Of blood and connections.
So who do you fool with that costume now? Everyone knows you're not who you seem You've got a hard way about you For someone whose passage is already paid
By the sins and the schemes of your father And the infinite reach of his arm
Draw well from the funds in the trust, Thanks to the fathers of fortunate sons, For us it's a matter of charging the gates For you it's a matter of blood Drink well from your bottomless cup And bask in your good fortune For us it's a matter of charging the gates For you it's a matter of blood and connections So where will you be when you tire of the fun The escape, the charade, and your time in the sun I know everyone does their own reinvention But yours has a taste that's hard to swallow
And what will you tell of your tenure with us? Will you build yourself up, like the size of your hunt? If they're anything like what you've been telling us, Those stories will make true believers Of the chumps and the fools.
So why do you speak with that accent now? Everyone knows you're not from the streets.
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:21 am | |
| "I Light My Own Fires Now"
Slip out the back before those Handlers get to tight on you I light my own fires now I light my own fires now
Slip in this town like it was Measured to fit right on you We light our own fires now We lead ourselves into the night Oh yeah, I don't think I'll be held inside an ordinary cell Am I the escape or Am I the escape artist? I know, I know it's just a question of details
Or one of, Denial. Could all of this trip wire Cut so easy?
We'll just see
Cut the alarm before the Motion sets off its sensors We move in silence now We guard our secrets with our lives And cover our tracks so we are Protected from surveillance We move in silence now We lead ourselves into the fight
Into the fight Into the fight Into the fight
And all the saints Will rise again As sons of wealthy men Tear the whole world down before our eyes
And all the signs We should have read While we ignored the dead Will haunt us long after the last of us has died
Slip out the back before those Handlers get too tight on you I light my own fires now I light my own fires now
Slip in this town like it was Measured to fit right on you We light our own fires now We lead ourselves into the night
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:21 am | |
| "Little Bombs"
How can you ask for forgiveness, So now you think that your crimes are victim less? I know you and your sins, Your retributions, So how will you lay your penance down? We all pay in time, So how will you clear your conscience when your clock unwinds?
I've heard enough of your forked tongue, How do you know when the cuts are deep enough? I know you like your stabs, Your pre-emptive attacks, But how will you hold your demons down? We're all judged in time, How can you seek redemption using alibis?
You oughta know better than to bait your jailer, You oughta know, You oughta know better.
How do you deal with the consequence, Now that we bear the weight of your arrogance? I know you and your cons, Your petty little bombs, But who will you blame your troubles on now? We all pay in time, So how will you clear your conscience when your lies unwind?
You oughta know better than to bait your jailer. You oughta know better than to test your luck. You oughta know better than to bite who feeds 'ya. You oughta know, you oughta know better...
How can you ask for forgiveness, How can you think that your crimes are victim less, I know you and your sins, Your retributions, So how will you lay your penance down? We're all judged in time, So how will you clear your conscience when your lies unwind?
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:21 am | |
| "The Rush"
Taste I love the taste I need its warm rush
Rush I need the rush To pulse through my veins
And I'll love you tonight Oh I love you tonight And tomorrow you may just Feel the same
Please don't bite down
I will know I'm alive
Rush There is no rush There is no reason To blush There's only us To keep it between
And I'll love you tonight I will love you tonight And tomorrow we may just feel the same
And I won't bite down 'Til the moment counts
And I'll know I'm alive And I'll know I'm alive Give me some teeth Give me something Unforgettable And I'll know I'm alive
And I'll know I'm alive And I'll know I'm alive And the moment's right
And I'll know I'm alive And I'll know I'm alive Give me some teeth Give me something Unforgettable And I'll know I'm alive
And I'll know I'm alive And I'll know that I am alive
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:21 am | |
| "The Shade Of Poison Trees"
If you knew, What I know, Would you try? Before your time Has run on you And worn you down
Would you know, What you desire, In your heart?
If you knew, What I know, Would you try?
Is there time? Is there time? To follow just one desire?
Is there time? Is there time, To follow your heart?
Dress your wounds Test your strength Face the night
Crave the touch Feel the pain Know the signs
Is there truth, In your pain? You decide
If you knew, What I know, Would you try?
Is there time? Is there time? To follow just one desire?
Is there time? Is there time, To follow your heart?
As we lie In the shade Of poison trees
Are we as safe As we let Ourselves believe?
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:21 am | |
| "Fever Dreams"
Fever Dreams Can only haunt you 'Til the fever breaks
They can only haunt you 'Til the fever breaks
They can only haunt you 'Til the fever breaks
They can only haunt you
Beneath your skin And your games You're alone
But you're so contagious Tell me, what am I to do? When a fire, and a fever rages
And I have caught it too, So who's to blame
Fever Dreams They can only haunt you 'Til the fever breaks They can only haunt you
I've had enough of these moves I've had enough of these moves You get everything with I've lost all I can lose To your skill and your games
But you're so contagious, so contagious
Fever dreams Can only haunt you 'Til the fever breaks
They can only haunt you 'Til the fever breaks
They can only haunt you 'Til the fever breaks
They can only haunt you 'Til the fever breaks
But you're so contagious Tell me, what am I to do? When a fire and a fever rages And I have caught it too, So who's blame For who gets burned For holding you? | |
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:22 am | |
| "These Bones"
Lay my bones At the feet of the ministry I need the guilt and the company I need the chance to be judged And then long forgotten
Lately I just can't shake it I count the days in seconds and minutes Hours and hours are subtle as shards of glass In the skin
So lay with me I could use the company You could help me ease
These bones Are like maps and keys Where they took their hits And they felt those teeth
There's a story hidden Underneath If you dig in deep Will you find relief?
For these bones Shudder all night long The hammer drops Another scar For these bones But I know They're only my second home.
Naked and under the cover of night It's just a matter of time 'til I'm Counted and measured and filed And then long forgotten
Forgive my manner of speaking I know it's quick, but the clock is still ticking And I've got a few words left burning holes on my tongue I've been saving them
So lay with me I could use the company You could help me ease
These bones Are like maps and keys Where they took their hits And they felt those teeth
There's a story hidden Underneath If you dig in deep Will you find relief?
For these bones Shudder all night long The hammer drops Another scar For these bones
But I know They're only my second home
No you won't go down alone No you won't go down alone No you won't go down alone No you won't go down alone
So lay with me I could use the company You could help me ease
These bones Are like maps and keys Where they took their hits And they felt those teeth
There's a story hidden Underneath If you dig in deep Will you find relief?
These bones Are like maps and keys Where they took their hits And they felt those teeth
There's a story hidden Underneath If you dig in deep Will you find relief?
For these bones 'Cause I know That you won't go down alone
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:22 am | |
| "Keep Watch For The Mines"
Don't act like you've been silent I know how you spread that Web of contradictions Wide like so much cover fire
Keep watch for the mines Keep watch for the mines
Be careful who you Wave that tongue at around here I've seen smarter acts than yours Get disappeared
If you keep swinging that knife All over this town You are bound to get you own back stabbed
Keep watch for the mines The concealed dangers The traps and the coils of the wires With the sharp razors The ditches and the trenches and the smiles Of the grave diggers And if you're told The answer needs no questioning The answer is a lie
Keep watch for the mines Keep watch for the mines Will they bleed everyone out? Will they bleed everyone out? Keep watch for the mines Will they bleed everyone out Before they die?
Keep watch for the mines Will they bleed everyone out? Will they bleed everyone out? Keep watch for the mines Will they bleed everyone out Before they die?
Keep watch for the mines The concealed dangers The traps and the coils of the wires With the sharp razors The ditches and the trenches and the smiles Of the grave diggers And if you're told The answer needs no questioning The answer is a lie
Keep watch for the mines Keep watch for the mines
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:22 am | |
| "Thick As Thieves"
Would it kill you to breath easy Only seventeen miles lay between you and me I could make it if I had to I don’t break easily You’ve got my counsel thick as thieves If there’s a crime, we’ll keep it secret For there’s only trace amounts left in your blood
You may be a sinner, but you may be justified
Just keep your mouth shut Keep your guard up I swear I’ll make it right
Will it kill me to breath Not as easy as you think it is Between you and me I could fake it if I have to I don’t break easily I need your counsel thick as thieves I have no crime to keep a secret It was hers it was not mine
Well I may be a sinner, but it wasn’t me this time
Just keep your mouth shut Keep your guard up I swear I’ll make it right
Well listen to yourself There is a hemorrhage in your mouth It won’t stop bleeding
Well, you may be the traitor I will hold the smoking gun You’ll get away clean I’ll keep your secrets Till the grave has swallowed me And I will never tell a tortured soul That are burning by my side That I am a sinner, I am a savior, I am alive
So keep your mouth shut Keep your guard up I swear I’ll make it right
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:22 am | |
| "Where There's Gold.."
Step on the stage the lights, the praise, the curtain calls and the big parade You know that life all too well
Promise the pain, the valor, the rage Hold up your hands for the bow and the wave You know his touch a little too well
You throw yourself into their arms Mistresses have all the fun But no one's ever there to take you home
Box up your gloves and your down coats Bound for the sun and the west coast Where upper crust tragedies abound
A tip for the girl at the coat check The guy at the door and the bar back They know your face oh so well
But movies never made you famous All your dreams got lost or traded And all you ever cared about got lost You were surely still an actress older men would find attractive And all you ever dreamed of was the cost
Where there's gold there's a gold digger [x6]
You throw yourself into their arms Mistresses have all the fun But no one's ever there to take you home
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:22 am | |
| "Hell On The Throat"
A line of strands to mark the trail, No one said it would be easy.
I must admit I thought the risk was better waged in younger seasons, But all these years in the cold play hell on the throat Till everything I say burns like cinders, Why it's hard to belong to a girl or a song And the crease of a strangling winter
It's strange to be lost, stranger still to be lone In the strings of a twisting line. Along the way the turns are sharp, No one said they would be easy, I must admit I thought the trip was better in younger seasons. But all these years in the pursuit made a man of a fool, Till every word I say is on waver.
Why it's hard to belong to a girl or a song In the case of a selfish believer, It's strange to be lost and stranger still to be lone In the strings in a twisting line [x2]
And when the path I have made From the grass to the grave, I will love you still. And when the sand turns to glass And all that's left is the past And I will love you still.
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:23 am | |
| "Water And Bridges"
There's things I know I should have mentioned sooner But I didn't know how I'm sorry I lost you I never thought that this could come between us I know its water and bridges now
But what's the sense in carrying around This weight, these words are tearing me apart
And that's enough for the back to break That's enough for a mouth to take But I've been paying for it since I drove my girl away And that's the sign of a solemn man I'll make the best of the best I can And I'll be better for it if I ever get my chance
That face, I know exactly what you're thinking But I'm certain this time is different And that's why I can't pretend that everything is mended I know I've tried to for too long now
But what's the sense in carrying around This weight, these words are tearing me apart
And that's enough for the back to break That's enough for a mouth to take But I've been paying for it since I drove my girl away And that's the sign of a solemn man I'll make the best of the best I can And I'll be better for it if I ever get my chance
Oh save me from a grey life Oh save me from a grey life I paid the price with my soul Oh save me
And that's enough for the back to break That's enough for a mouth to take But I've been paying for it since I drove my girl away And that's the sign of a solemn man I'll make the best of the best I can And I'll be better for it if I ever get my chance If I ever get my chance If I ever get my chance If I ever get my chance
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:23 am | |
| "No News Is Bad News"
I sit and wonder of your pause What makes you so sure Our sins are not the start Of something holy, divine.
I don't like the sound of this No news is bad news And all is quiet And all your looks Give no betrayal to what you shield or hide Wider walls have not protected Anything or anyone The way I will protect your burning heart I know your careful 'Cause I've been burned before And I know how it makes you careful And I know your symptoms Are complicated from holding against the impulse
But if you're alone Are you lonely? Well you just don't have to be lonely Anymore
I don't like the looks that About you There's no truth But all my doubt and all my trust Is no betrayal to what I feel inside Wider walls have not protected Anything or anyone The way I will defend your beating heart
And I know your careful Cause I've been burned before And I know how that makes you careful And I know yours symptoms Are complicated from holding against the impulse
But if you're alone Are you lonely? Well you just don't have to be lonely Anymore
I sit and wonder of your thoughts What makes you so sure Our sins are not the start Of something holy, divine.
I don't like the sound of this No news is bad news
I don't like the sound of this No news is bad news
I don't like the sound of this No news is bad news
I don't like the sound of this No news is bad news
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:23 am | |
| "The Motions"
From small pins to fiery burns, These are the signals of my dying nerves Singed by the heat of your lines and curves Into a fire that could scorch the earth
I'm going through the motions I'm going through the motions I'm going through 'em But I can't remember how to feel
If this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Then I am not afraid to be bound to the impulses of science If this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical, Then I am not ashamed to be owned by the impulses
From small shocks to surgin' bolts These are the signals of my spinal post Sent down the wires through their lines and folds Into a riot on my frontal lobe
I'm going through the motions I'm going through the motions I'm going through the motions I'm going through 'em But I can't remember how to feel
Since I ran my hands over you Nothing else will ever do now To cool me down
If this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Then I am not afraid to be bound to the impulses of science If this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical Then I am not ashamed to be owned by the impulses
Since I ran my hands over you Nothing else will ever do Since I ran my hands over you Nothing else will ever do Since I ran my hands over you Nothing else will ever do now To cool me down.
If this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical Oh if this is chemical Then I am not afraid to be bound to the impulses of science If this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical, Oh if this is chemical Then I am not ashamed to be owned by the impulses of science If this is chemical If this is chemical If this is chemical If this is chemical I can't remember how to feel
If this is chemical, If this is chemical, If this is chemical, If this is chemical, Then I am not ashamed to be owned by the impulses of science
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:23 am | |
| "Even Now"
Even now I can smell your clothes Freshly from the wash Still hot from the dryer
Even now I can smell your skin As I wrap you in a towel Lay you on the bed And try to love you
Even now I can feel your arms I can feel your breast I can hear your songs And I always can find you again
Even now I can feel your hand Gently over mine With almost no weight at all
Even now I can feel your eyes Watch me as I strum Much too late at night
Even now I can see you smile I can hear you hum I can hear you sing And I always can find you again
Even in the dark of night Even in the lowest light Even as the world outside Is spinning, and spinning
Even now I can feel your hair Blow across my cheek As we sit in one of two chairs
Even now I can feel your face Resting on my chest Wrestling for sleep And failing at it
Even now I can see you sleep I can see you dream I can see you fly And I always can find you again And I always can find you again And I always can find you again
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:23 am | |
| "Blame It On The Changes"
I lay down, I cant sleep My mind drums on repeat I stare at the ceiling from my side I reach out you're right there But you're lost in the details I wait for the end of a long night
You can blame it on the changes I can take it any way it is Just got lost but we both found We need this more than ever can You take it can we save it Sink our teeth in tear away at it Can we hold out can you hold on Cuz I need you more than you know now
We play like we don't know We both lie but we don't show That something is changing between us We start out in one lane the same road The same name but something we cant see divides us
You can blame it on the changes I can take it any way it is We just got lost but we both found We need this more than ever Can you take it can we save it Sink our teeth in tear away at it Can we hold out can we hold on Cuz I need you more than you know now
Cuz I need you more than you know now [x2]
Don't run away cuz I need you more than ever now [repeated]
You can blame it on the changes I can take it any way it is We just got lost but we both found We need this more than ever Can you take it can we save it Sink our teeth in tear away at it Can we hold out can we hold on Cuz I need you more than ever, Cuz I need you more than you know now
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:23 am | |
| "Alter The Ending"
I know that yesterday is gone and it won't come back to me But I miss it after all it never really lasts as long as we meant for it to be There'll be twists and turns, they're pulling us and tearing to the seams But I'll meet you where we started once again, cause I miss you
Maybe we were right to carry on, to carry on Even when they said we'd be undone Take it as a sign we can still go on, we still belong Even when the worst is yet to come
We're only waiting on the sun to clear away the haze Cause we can't see where we've gone from where we started Where we strayed and where we're meant to be There'll be ash and dust to bury us but I will keep you clean And I'll meet you where we started once again
Maybe we were right to carry on, to carry on Even when they said we'd be undone Take it as a sign we can still go on, we still belong Even when the worst is yet to come
And when tomorrow comes and we've shown everyone What they can never take away
Maybe we were right to carry on, to carry on Even when they said we'd be undone Take it as a sign we can still go on, we still belong Even when the best is yet to come
And when tomorrow comes and we've shown everyone What they can never take away
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:23 am | |
| "I Know About You"
Well I know the trouble when the trouble starts. I know the signals of a straying heart. I know the stirrings of a double-cross. I see suspicions arise around you.
I know the chatter as it starts to creep. I know the walls as they ring and repeat. I know the secrets they were meant to keep. I see suspicions arise.
It's a shame, I know, but it all shakes out real slow When the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes. And the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low. But all the walls have ears my darling, and all bad things get known. And I know about you. I know about you.
I know the ceiling when it starts to burn. I know the season when it starts to turn. And I know that the patterns that the wicked learn. And I see suspicions arise around you.
I know the curtain and the way it falls. I know the burden and the pain it draws. I know you're sorry for something, But I don't know why.
It's a shame, I know, but it all shakes out real slow When the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes. And the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low (whisper it nice and low). But all the walls have ears my darling, and all bad things get known. And I know about you (I know about you). I know about you.
It's a shame, I know, but it all shakes out real slow When the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes. And the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low (whisper it nice and low). But all the walls have ears my darling, and all bad things get known. And I know about you. I know about you (I know about you). I know about you (I know about you). I know about you.
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:24 am | |
| "Belle Of The Boulevard"
Down in a local bar Out on the boulevard The sound of an old guitar Is saving you from sinking It’s a long way down It’s a long way
Back like you never broke You tell a dirty joke He touches your leg and thinks he’s getting close For now you let him just this once Just for now And just like that – it’s over
[Chorus:] Don’t turn away Dry your eyes, dry your eyes Don’t be afraid Keep it all inside, all inside When you fall apart Dry your eyes, dry your eyes Life is always hard for the belle of the boulevard
In all your silver rings And all your silken things That song you softly sing – is keeping you from breaking It’s a long way down It’s a long way Back here you never loved You’ve shaked the shivers off You take a drink to get your courage up Can you believe it Just this once Just for now And just like that It’s over
[Chorus]
Please hold on – it’s alright Please hold on – it’s alright Please hold on
Down in a local bar Out on the boulevard The sound of an old guitar Is saving you
[Chorus x2]
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:24 am | |
| "Everybody Learns From Disaster"
We went rolling up the coast til there was no more coast to wander We tried every different road just to see which took us further We were living on the run, but there was no one chasing after We were looking out for love, and we were flirting with disaster While the world fades out
We stayed in the sun too long Suffered a terrible burn Now everybody learns from disaster We stayed on the run too long Hoping we'd never return Now everybody learns from disaster We watched the sun burn down into cinders.
We turned out into the planes, we turned in when we got tired We slept two across the bench, and we fit three under the covers We had just enough cash left to top the tent and fill the cooler And we lit the van with dreams until the sun turned into cinders And the world fades out
We stayed in the sun too long Suffered a terrible burn Now everybody learns from disaster We stayed on the run too long Hoping we'd never return Now everybody learns from disaster
We watched the sun burn down We watched the sun burn down We watched the sun burn down into cinders, into cinders We watched the sun burn down We watched the sun burn down into cinders
We stayed in the sun too long Suffered a terrible burn Now everybody learns from disaster. We watched the sun burn down We watched the sun burn down into cinders Oh, into cinders Oh
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:24 am | |
| "Until Morning"
It was the year I crashed my motor bike I think it was the summer I think you whispered
When you gonna wake up? When you gonna wake up?
Dear Slip these on your tongue Let us see it's a reinvention In angels hands, the medicine, a modern man
Wait now Tell me that this isn't over Hang on Just long enough
If this is heaven Or if it's just a warning Say you will stay with me Even if it's just til' morning
If this is over Then why is it so hard? Just say you will stay with me One more night
Stay here And we can start again And we can be made over You'll hear us shouting
When you gonna wake up? When you gonna wake up?
Scared Well everyone gets scared Just signal when your ready And angels hands seem so steady Seem so steady
Wait now Tell me that this isn't over Hang on Just long enough
If this is heaven Or if it's just a warning Say you will stay with me Even if it's just til' morning
If this is over Then why is it so hard? Just say you will stay with me One more night
If your running From your secrets I will make you take them with you I am ready I can take it You don't have to carry them alone There's a way out If you want it To an end or a new beginning
You just have to find it on your own
If this is heaven Or if it's just a warning Say you will stay with me
If this is over Then why is it so hard? Just say you will stay with me One more night
One more night One more night One more night (even if its just til' morning)
One more night One more night One more night (even if its just til' morning)
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:24 am | |
| "Get Me Right"
I made my slow way home Limping on broken bones Out of the thickest pine Across the county lines On to your wooden stairs I know you can repair I know you've seen the light I know you'll get me right
Right Right Right
I own a sinners heart I know the rain falls hard I know the currency I know the things you'll need I hope he hears my prayers I see you cut your hair I know the saving type I know you'll get me right
Right Right Right
But, Jesus I've fallen I don't mind the rain if I meet my maker I'll meet my maker clean
But, Jesus the truth is I've struggled so hard to believe I'll meet my maker I'll need my maker
To cure of my doubting blood And drain me of the sins I love And take from me my disbelief I know it should come easily But it remains inside of me It battles and devours me It cuddles up the side of me And whispers it convinces me I'm
Right Right Right Right Right Right Right Right Right Right Right
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:24 am | |
| "Warmth Of The Sand"
Relax and stand in the warmth of the sand the day is long and here for us to take for granted. We find ourselves to our knees Water clear, a tender breeze upon our faces as we bask in our good graces Yeah, we all are golden here.
And summer, and summer, where night belongs to lust and lovers. And summer, and summer, and I am here to win you over. You will be mine this year. (this year that's right this is the one this year, this year)
The sun is set and the moon is high, The night is long and here for you and I to capture (it's for us) And flood ourselves to the gills with icey drinks With bolstering wills and we are braver for the moment Yeah, we all are golden here
And summer, and summer, where all the girls bare olive shoulders, and summer, and summer, and I am here to win you over. You will be mine this year. (this year)
The courtyard where the garden stands, Behind the beach, in crystal and sands, we shed our clothes, And felt romantic, tinted by the moon fantastic. Bright and warm, and hours alone absolve us of the sins we own. And from one year into another I think of you when I feel summer.
And summer, and summer, where all the girls bear olive shoulders And summer, and summer, where all you hope for is another And summer, and summer, where night belongs to lust and lovers And summer, and summer, and I am here to win you over You will be mine this year. (This year)
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:24 am | |
| "Vindicated"
Hope dangles on a string Like slow spinning redemption Winding in and winding out The shine of it has caught my eye
And roped me in So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing I am captivated
[Chorus] I am Vindicated I am selfish I am wrong I am right I swear I'm right I swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed But I am cleaning up so well I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself
So clear Like the diamond in your ring Cut to mirror your intentions Oversized and overwhelmed The shine of which has caught my eye And rendered me so isolated, so motivated I am certain now that
[Chorus]
So turn Up the corners of your lips Part them and feel my finger tips Trace the moment, fall forever Defense is paper thin Just one touch and I'd be in Too deep now to ever swim against the current So let me slip away [3x] So let me slip against the current So let me slip away [4x]
[Chorus]
Slight hope It dangles on a string Like slow spinning redemption...
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| Subject: Re: Dashboard Confessional Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:25 am | |
| "This Old Wound"
I've been bleeding well from this old wound, Cleaning it with salt, so it will still feel new. Sometimes eyes turn black, and sometimes scars are tracks. But everytime you're gone, I wish that you'd come back.
And everyone watched me waste myself, and everyone cheered at last. And all of them found it comforting. It's better it's me, than them.
I think I'm doing well from what they say, They've taken both my belts And shoelaces away. But I believe in luck... I think I do. Well I believe for sure, If ever I see you.
I've been fanning flames from these old coals. Feeding them with tender, and hoping they will grow. And I've been savoring what I can't hold. A blind belief in goodness That doesn't seem to show.
And I've been bleeding well from this old wound. Cleaning it with salt, so it will still feel new.
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