DESERT CITY SOUNDTRACK "Perfect Addiction"
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Last Night's Floor
02:51
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the dawn will break down when you wake up, because you spilled it all on last night's floor. now it's time to clean up, pick up your cards. it's the change of hands and the guilt of the change. it could only drive you away because you know you need the space, and besides it's an easy getaway. you were not what you've become, your hands were cold but your eyes were warm. now trouble's words are on your tongue
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i don't know if i can take this anymore (pull your finger off the trigger), i've been to places that i'm not proud of. hold fast, your finger's on the trigger, pull the sweat out of your brow (there are some things that you can't hide from). don't know if i can take this anymore (pull your finger off the trigger), i've been to places that i'm not proud of. hold fast, my finger is the trigger, pulls the sweat out of your brow (there are some things that you can't hide from). why do you want to pry when you know it's over? you can't ask me to wait around, i've been known to turn my back (when you are throwing knives). i'm the pushpin for your distractions and indifference
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Playing the Martyr
02:44
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is this what you expected from me? trembling in the light asking if i am innocent. neck arched down, morning blue light sleeps with you tonight. are you innocent, are you innocent? mother mary looking down across this mess that we've laid out. you said i gave up, i gave up on you. you should have know that you would have to cast your shadows down on us. then the first shot rang out! why would you ask if i was innocent, what would give you the reason? why?
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No Signal
03:59
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you've lost, you've checked out. you're sifting through the grey. grounded bullets and glory eyes dead. "this war's not mine!" cries the captain. "what have i done?" you've lost, you've checked out
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Whatever The Cost
03:45
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even as we speak my head, my hands, my knees they still all shake. when am i gonna kick this headache? i need to give myself more space, you need to lose control. i lie awake trembling in my sleep, these exhausted feet could only carry you down. down. further down, until there's no escape. you remember balling yourself up on the side of the couch. you can't go, you can't leave me here alone tonight. i'm exhausted, you're exhausted, we are both due to expire. i lie awake trembling in my sleep, these exhausted thoughts, waking dead couples fresh from defeat. you remember balling yourself up on the side of the couch. you can't go, you can't leave me here alone tonight. i'm exhausted, you're exhausted, we are both soon to expire
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Batteries
02:47
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batteries are dead, you're writing answers on the palms of your hands. they've drawn out their plans, put pictures in frames to count down the days. he should have been there to hold her head, but he turned and he ran away. now it may stain his every thought but it's not what she'd want at all. this landscape is flat, you never know how far out it goes. you cannot turn back, your footprints are covered in the tracks of the past
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First Sickness
02:03
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fell into a dream you felt last night. you covered yourself in security, keep your hands warm inside your sleeves...keep your toes warm. tuck yourself in no one will put up with you and the ways you decide. it's only yourself you're trying to kill, it's not murder. it's only a place where no one can find you, a perfect place to hide
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there are bodies scattered in the yard, while wolves are screaming at the door. there's no protection for you here, it's everyone for themselves. soon you too will find the devil waking you from a coma with a drink in one hand a wedding ring in the other...you can't disarm me tonight, i'm sleeping this one off. my friends say i'm lashing to the mast of this sinking ship, and change has torn the sails. the wind, it came up strong and was displaced. there are some things you can't change, you should have know that, so don't try to prove me wrong. you said i have got to bury my own, i guess i should have guessed. my friends say i'm lashing to the mast of this sinking ship, and change has torn the sails. the wind, it came up strong and was displaced
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Good Times Without
02:16
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the crawlspace is nailed shut, the flies still get out. eyes like a child, filled with dust
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It's Not That Bad
02:31
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i thought i had you figured out, i never felt so wrong. you held my arm and stared me dead in the eyes, i've been nothing but patient with you. so stop biting your tongue and keep quiet, do you ever want to slow down? all i ever wanted just fell apart, my arms, you been nothing but patient with me. you thought you had me figured out so sorry, i was off course and you were wrong. all i ever wanted just fell apart, my arms, you've been nothing but patient with me. these conversations are nothing but a devastating defeat in a current tide. hey, hold on, it's not that bad
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Watering Hole
04:17
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stopped in a local watering hole, the same place you found to hate me. strange a year later i see you there - we're not talking, there's nothing left to say. i won't forgive you, no not like this. if i were to replace you with someone new, take a chance, tired of being alone. maybe it is an excuse to escape - we're not talking there's nothing left to say. i won't forgive you, no not like this. a perfect addiction and a great escape
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The Dining Dead
02:49
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sit back in my hell, camera shots and photographs. drunk and swaying across the floor. sorry you caught me off my guard, i was waiting for a means to an end, there comes a time for everyone. he pulls himself together only to fall apart, whispers in his sleep "i've lost forever. what have i accomplished here? what do i have left? only a means to an end." he asks himself "i can't control myself when i feel this way?" "another drink to soothe my nerves is all i need." my beautiful friend, you weren't always like this. if you need a friend or a place to call on call on me
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