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Morbid Orbit
01:41
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Morbid Orbit, whirlwind
Crashing into everything
Solid ground sends its sympathy
Flying wild all around
Bad frequency surrounds
Your morbid orbit ain’t catching me
But I can’t seem, I can’t seem to set you free
And Though I’d like to, there ain’t much I can do
When you scream “won’t you please, rescue me”
Oh, I fail to see what it has to do with me
Morbid orbit screamin’ out
Stretchin’ out your whereabouts
Raining dread on everyone you know
A supernova of distress
Ignoring is the best defense
Out too far, you’ll never make it home
But I can’t seem, I can’t seem to set you free
And though I’d like to, there ain’t much I can do
When you scream “won’t you please, rescue me”
But I fail to see what it has to do with me
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2. |
Crash Test Buddy
02:14
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Close my eyes behind the wheel
I’m driving just by feel, how fun
I need a crash test buddy
Won’t you sit beside me as I speed
Warning track is soothing me
Oh yeah, uh huh
Heading straight to hell with me
Oh yeah. uh huh
I climb out from the wreck
And look out for my friend, all gone
Flames weren’t hot enough for two
And someone has to burn: it’s you
He’s waiting there in hell for me
Oh yeah, uh huh
Waiting there, in hell for me
Oh yeah, uh huh
Today him, one day me
Oh yeah, uh huh
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3. |
Paranoid Perfectionist
02:13
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Paranoid perfectionist
Compress your worried head
All the ways things go wrong
Far too much to fit within the song
Holding it way too tight, paranoid
You only fail, perfectly
Paranoid perfectionist
Doing things you’d rather not
in the grain you get lost
In details no one’s thinking of
All of the eyes on you, paranoid
They’re here to watch you fail perfectly
Take your leap, paranoid
You will emerge from it perfectly
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Lonely Palm Reader
01:53
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Lonely palm reader is sat
Hand to glass, can’t seem to read things
Awaiting everything
Condensation fading fast
Doorbell tolls for no one yet again
He waits for anything
On a whim, reading his own lines
Sad with what he sees
His heart and fate lines both collide
At least that’s what he thinks
Every single move he’s made
Layin’ out there just as plain as day
Displaying everything
Callouses have blocked the path
A scar he got when he was six has
Betrayed everything
On a whim, reading his own lines
Sad with what he sees
Weathered skin won’t let him live
At least that’s what he thinks
A Lonely Palm Reader
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5. |
High Wire Guy
03:13
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I saw him the other day
He looked through me and he said
“Cherish the happy hours
There’s not much left” and I said
“Ok, ok buddy”
“Alright, likely story”
Found it kind of funny
Now he’s dead and bloody
Some blamed the wind
Others say he leapt
We all laughed and bet on his behalf
I knew he wouldn’t make it
On the ground, body splayed
Can’t tell guts from his brain
We weren’t shocked, he looked at peace
One guy cried, our eyes were dry
Ok ok buddy
We all saw it coming
We all watched him falling
No one was gonna catch him
Some blamed the wind
Others say he leapt
We all laughed, we bet on his behalf
I knew he wouldn’t make it
He’s the High wire guy
Falling far into the sky
He’s the high wire guy
Falling far into the sky
He’s the high wire guy
It comes as no surprise
He’s the high wire guy
Falling far until he died
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6. |
Out of Me
01:27
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Wearing shoes you’ve forced to fit
You’re starting to swell a bit
Watching you, your every move
The only thing that tells the truth
Can you hear it?
Since you’ve grown out of me
It appears you’re leaving me
For something I cannot see
Filling up the exit wounds
With all the thoughts that enter you
Do you feel it too?
Since you’ve grown out of me
Your name won’t leave my teeth
Splitting through my scene
Oh you’re growing out of me
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7. |
Fade to Find
04:10
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Haunt with your perfect song
Though it ain’t that long
I’ll get you off my brain
If you can sing
The melody back to me
Flaunt your perfect song
I can’t sing along
I’ll get you off my brain
if you can sing
the melody back to me
Turn up the fade
To find, to find, to find
What you can’t hide
Hear your perfect song
It’s the only one
I have no voice to add
Or part to play
So I sit and let my brain
Go far away
Turn up the fade
To find, to find, to find
What you can’t hide
Turn up the fade
To write, to write, to write
Your perfect song
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Return to Sender
02:24
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What if close to you is not a home?
Shadow in the hall, swaying slow
Take the path prescribed, your empty eyes
The silence says exactly what it means
I warned you
I warned you
I warned you
I warned you
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Classic Traffic New Jersey
The concept of traffic is often rage inducing, but for the boys in Classic Traffic there's nothing quite like an eight-car pileup. With songs about a pilot exploding in the sky and a man addicted to the plot of revenge, Classic Traffic offers up the perfect soundtrack to your next drive. These records are no nonsense, bumper to bumper. ... more
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