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Sunday Morning Calling
03:10
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Sunday morning calling
Friday saturday super blur
Light is spilling out your window
Massive headache that’s for sure
Please don’t tell Monday’s coming
Need another day of recovery
Weekdays wait like Michael Myers
They will get you eventually
I hate Sundays just as much as Mondays
I hate Sundays just as much as Mondays
Just another reminder
Of what’s coming
Just another delay
Another replay
Sunday morning calling
So it’s time for vacation
West coast lands will you be mine
It’s another Chicago winter
And I will go out of my mind
Where’s the change in the goddamn tempo
Same speed over and over again
Life's the same old boring pop song
Satan’s favorite on his top ten
Give me something new
Shock me back to life
Just another day of never ending
Headaches and tailspins
I hate Sundays just as much as Mondays
I hate Sundays just as much as Mondays
Just another reminder
Of what’s coming
Just another delay
Another replay
Sunday morning calling
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2. |
When The Lights Go On
03:38
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Even when you think you’ve won, they believe you’ve lost
Their lips are sealed, but it’s written all over their faces
You haven’t joined the club, obeyed the unwritten rules
Their questions you blow off leaving traces
Their words are screaming in my head really loud
Shouldn’t you have it all figured out by now?
Their words are triggering all my fears and doubts
Shouldn’t you have it all figured out by now?
But when the lights go on, look in the mirror
All this pressure on a life that’s supposed to be
An unpredictable life can be just fine
Moments that don’t have to be on time
Their words are screaming in my head really loud
Shouldn’t you have it all figured out by now?
Their words are triggering all my fears and doubts
Shouldn’t you have it all figured out
By now it’s building up my brain is burning out
Soon will be a time for a decision
Flat safe lands or distant shores
Stay in one place, one position, but I just feel there’s something missing
Their words are screaming in my head really loud
Shouldn’t you have it all figured out by now?
Their words are triggering all my fears and doubts
Shouldn’t you have it all figured out by now?
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3. |
Just So You Know
02:27
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I remember you I remember you
and your shitty place
Took my hand and led me to the blue line train
It’s funny cuz I don’t really like taking the train
But I’d take it again if meant that you would stay
You’re back from the dead instantly
All at once those memories, make you come to back life
Moving on is what we do
But I can’t forget those nights with you
I miss you like masochist misses the pain
All your songs are still in my brain
I miss you I miss you
But I don’t want to
I made a list of all the things I’d rather do
I’d rather beat you with a bat
Tie you to the railroad tracks
Kick you right in the balls
Push you off Niargra falls
Tie you to a rocket ship
Send you on the longest trip to Mars
Send you all across the stars
As long as you’re very very far
And even after all that’s through
I’ll still miss you
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4. |
Spell It Correctly
02:11
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C-A-I-T-L-I-N
Spell it correctly
C-A-I-T-L-I-N
You’ve heard it many different ways
With LYs and those Ks
No matter where I go
It's the same old same old spell it again
No!
C-A-I-T-L-I-N
Spell it correctly
Maybe you spell it a different way
that’s alright thats okay
But I’m all about the originality and authenticy,
and honesty but that’s just me
C-A-I-T-L-I-N
Spell it correctly
C-A-I-T-L-I-N
Spell it correctly
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5. |
Guess Again
02:29
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Try to understand that it’s a way of life
And it's not your point of view
The lessons that you have been taught
Have gone way askew
Creative and self centered
and easily bored
Well I guess that’s an excuse
It’s not your problem
It’s not your place to choose
I’m not the one you thought you knew
I’m not the one you thought you knew
I'm not the one you thought you knew
You thought you knew
Gotta get ticket
Get on out of here
We’ll it sounds so cliche
But trust me flat lands and broken homes
are not where I wanna stay
Call me psychopathic call me full of it
Call me anything you’d like
But I’ll be long gone before you can finish your last word
You just might find that
I’m not the one you thought you knew
I’m not the one you thought you knew
I'm not the one you thought you knew
You thought you knew
Guess again
Don’t try to act like you're my friend
I’m not the one you thought you knew
I’m not the one you thought you knew
I'm not the one you thought you knew
You thought you knew
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