1. |
Control
03:13
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Well, I'm not innocent
I burned this house to the ground
So, I'm still finding traces
in places that I've never seen before
and I wonder if you find me desperate?
Whenever you get back behind
the wheel of your truck
and the morning comes
Will you still feel like giving up?
Knowing that the one
is a needle
stuck playing a dead song
Have I lost control?
You've heard me wrong
You'll frame it as you do
The only light I've seen for days
No one gets paid
Til' the bullet finds it's
resting place
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2. |
Dial-a-Devotion
04:40
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Starting from somewhere
we've already been
Pass on through
Your eyes
I'm missing
I don't know enough
Would you fill me in?
I don't know enough
The rain
kills the nightlife
You raise your head
I'm screaming from
a payphone
I still wonder
if she wanted me to call
You said you're leaving soon
I know
I fell asleep with an axe over my head
Trying to figure out
what might be the end
Was she ever in?
You make the loudest sound
And I wonder
if I'll see you
when I come back down
You said you're leaving soon
I know
I fell asleep with an axe over my head
Trying to figure out
what might be the end
Was she ever in?
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3. |
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If I wait a little longer
where would I be now?
Faces pressed to the table
I went with what I felt
with what I felt
And if you're still there
when I'm finished work
I hope you see the blue light too
Out of order
in the new age
There's so much a-changing
but we still stay
Cold evidence
Silent
As the hand reaches out
This must be
all on me
Don't mean to drag you through the dirt
Glowing t.v. sets
The stations rotting out
The fight you had to lose
cuz there's a new attraction in town
The softest touch
feels softer
against the bruises on my skin
And he will cry
yes he will cry
when the call comes in
and the world feels big
again
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4. |
Country
03:39
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There's no one left.
The hounds are calling
I'm up all night til' the screen goes dark
Look in my eyes
and you will see
A big house in the
country
I've got nothing to do
Sure got nothing to say
The devil's hand is cold as steel
Fall in love with the sound
You fall in love with the taste
A promise so real
a great escape
Places where you wanna grow old
Places where you never found love
We're caught
in the moving lights
Metal ball
let it fall
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5. |
Your House
04:10
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In your house
I'm coming down
I'm coming around
In your house
I'm levitating
and the beast is out
fear is back in town
In your house
upside down
takes a beaten
there's a lot of this
and I know
I can burn no more
You sold your leather
but you still get the call
I'm living with her words
burning every piece of evidence
that I kept
And if it isn't much of a party yet
and if you can't afford you bleed again
and if the signals out we'll never be called
it isn't that you wanna go
you got caught
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Jonathan Crean Cork, Ireland
Jonathan Crean is a songwriter living in Cork, Ireland.
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