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Underglow
04:03
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I don't know where you've been going
Sunday nights, Sunday nights.
I've been losing sleep on most days
wondering why, wondering why.
Is it really where you wanna go?
Are you sleeping with a stranger?
I'm not giving in but thought of trying.
Know the truth at your discretion.
Canaanite, I'm a Canaanite.
Those fickle stories I can't rest a finger on,
but I'll cheers my glass to moving on.
Is blood racing through your arteries?
Are there tougher acts to follow?
'Cause I'm questioning to testify.
I don't know where you've been going.
I don't know where she keeps running.
From the back of my brain she keeps coming.
I don't know where. I don't know where.
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2. |
The Medicine
03:39
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We know there's nothing left but medicine, but medicine.
They try to keep us warm when we get sick, when we all get sick.
So how do we repay them back?
They take the coolest kids and chill them out, they chill them out.
Not sure what all your worries all about?
It's all about...all about...
The more that I want to more that I need to.
The harder we push back the farther they lead you.
The longer we play this game, you know that medicine won't feel the same.
That medicine won't feel the same.
Nobody was wrong, but you've broken it.
It's gone. All in vain. Just for medicine.
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Gold Portmanteau
03:11
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Drove to your house that night.
Your father turned on the light and looked around in the dark.
Stairs led me to the space where you won second place.
Your mother cried in the night.
"What have I become? What have I become?", you said.
I hope it's not too late. I was messed up but I'm open to talk.
Are you open to talk?
Lost track of time she drove to Anaheim
And I wasn't upset anymore, just a little ghost hunting with my gold portmanteau.
Not choosing sides, I'm riding all the rides, but I shouldn't have opened the door to your heart.
"What have I become? What have I become?", I said.
I know it's not too late. I was upset 'cause I'm already gone.
But she said, "No, you've got it all wrong. Hear the words from my lips.
Oh, No! No! No! You've got me all wrong. You've got me all wrong!".
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Form & Fray
03:49
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Far from the start, keeping friends is a forgotten art.
Oh now, play your part, from the bottom of your broken heart.
I choose not to believe, that you're never gonna sing to me,
that isn't what you wanna see
and the truth is that you'll always be gone now.
When you were a child, young and afraid, glitter and dust we formed and frayed. A bitter denial wont change the form and fray.
Take from my hand. Make it count until you understand
that we didn't plan how to get back to the fatherland.
You live for what you took. Love lost, to take another look around.
By the hook, you're the loneliness I never shook out.
When you were a child, young and afraid, glitter and dust we formed and frayed. A bitter denial wont change the form and fray.
Here you are again as I'm falling apart.
Here you are again, I'm so far gone.
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5. |
Swan Song
06:55
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The dust that arrived will settle in time.
I'll trace back the footsteps to "Your hand in mine".
I built the high rise, you set foot on the miles and miles and miles I'd never try.
Save me if you want me, save me if you want.
Feeling misled, as I lay down to bed, I emptied the ashes and coughed back to sleep.
Our polished demise to set foot once again to find something as lonely as you never get.
Save me if you want me, save me if you want.
So long my little bird, ration the courage you always deserved.
Spare every broken wing, all for the love song I never could sing.
On our last night we'll travel alone. There's no looking back at our ramshackled home.
I'll find me a taste the was sweet as her eyes, 'cause no one is foolish enough to say otherwise.
Save me if you want me, save me if you want.
So long my little bird, ration the courage you always deserved.
Spare every broken wing, all for the love song I never did sing.
I know what you're saying, there's a fox and a fawn, and I'm anticipating that you know what side you're on.
I'm here in this moment and I know for sure.
We were there for a reason, but who talks like that anyway?
No final words.
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Lightrider's dreamy vocals, textured riffs, and driving drums bring a tasteful and unique sound the the STL music scene.
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