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Overtime
03:49
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I've been working overtime just to pay your bills
you use the water and it overfills
My minds falling, my Mind is walking to you
And I keep walking, knowing that I'll never do
And I keep working Overtime
I keep working for you
I keep working Overtime
Letting it go through
And I keep working Overtime
I keep working for you
I keep working Overtime
Letting it go through
I've been working overtime just to get your call
You used the pen and write it it on the wall
My minds falling, my mind is walking to you
And I keep walkng, knowing that I'll never do
And I keep working Overtime
I keep working for you
I keep working Overtime
Letting it go through
And I keep working Overtime
I keep working for you
I keep working Overtime
Letting it go through
I keep working, I keep working, I keep working for you baby
I keep working, I keep working for you
I keep working, I keep working, I keep working for you baby
letting it go through
And I keep working Overtime
I keep working for you
I keep working Overtime
Letting it go through
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She's in the mental state of New York city
And the bright lights shine through her eyes to the floor
because the bitter truth's a pity
the best part leaves desiring for more
(Blindly) All of the sprees run in the dark
wishing to spark some attention
(Kindly) more of the cheek
less of the tongue showing the first final lesson
And she keeps running to the lowest level of excitement
And she keeps looking for the best way of enlightenment
It's funny how the sympathy can seem so old
Taking the fall to the floor, The bills went to coins and the money went cold
She's in the making of another pretty (girl)
And the work seems to hurt her worse than before
Try to think of something witty
but the punchline ends up hurting her more
(Dreaming) she is the space outside of time
hoping to get you to listen
(Weeping) hearing her say she has to cry
sounds like the best television
And she keeps running to the lowest level of excitement
And she keeps looking for the best way of enlightenment
It's funny how the sympathy can seem so old
Taking the fall to the floor, The bills went to coins and the money went cold
The money went cold
and the body went cold
and the bodyless soul
lost control
The money went cold
and the body went cold
and the bodyless soul
lost control
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Confidence 2 Call
03:54
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Jacks and aces high
Hearts and Lines are straight, 32 cards, but you only needed 8
Swiftly sneak a bite
Do you feel mary talk down to you, and if so, well do you think she's right?
Less a promise made
more a silly thought that peers and bottles of wine caused to escelate
We found ourselves again
in a lobby or a hotel room, this cycle just never seems to end
And after that the distance reappers
I feel like I've been missing you for years
and all that's seperating us is confidence to call
yet the only time we meet again is close up if at all
So would it kill to keep?
Won't it take away that rushing thrill that we get when we meet?
And sometimes it's just strange
'cause I know you so well, but we keep distances in a close range
And in bitter nights
there's a little bit of me that wants a little you, just to hold tight
Keep emotions down
If I'm in love with looks, then that means that you're just in love with sound
And after that the distance reappers
I feel like I've been missing you for years
and all that's seperating us is confidence to call
yet the only time we meet again is close up if at all
In a sudden state of mind (we are one of a kind)
I can't see where you went (which must mean that love is blind)
If we ever grow up (If we redefine)
We should laugh at this, I am yours and you are mine
So if the music dies
I wonder if the bond we have consists of more than the far cries
In the city lights
You can see me for a moment standing, waiting 'til my train arrives
and I'll be back sometime
Saddened faces hear the story, waiting for the happy rhyme
But it never comes
yet another gloomy lullaby, to sing 'til my eyes shut
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4. |
Lia
02:54
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She told me she likes Music
But I reckon that she just doesn't like it when it's quiet
Oh, she's so amusing
Hopefully she doesn't end up crying in the night
And it's a "Wake-up Call"
When the Curtain has to draw itself
And it's a "Wake-up Call"
when your mates ring you so that you get out of bed
Talk is Therapeutic
Listening to others tales, distracting from your own
Smile at me so cutely
Devastating pasts revealed, but she isn't alone
As long as I
Can breathe or have machines that do it for me
Long as I
Stay on this atrocious Planet, I'll be Company
You don't belong alone
You're one of us
She told me she likes Music
I told her that listening to her talk sounds the same
Oh, she's so amusing
I'd gladly listen to that radio station day by day
As long as I
Can hear or have machines that do it for me
Long as I
Am capable of listening I'll do it happily
You don't belong alone
You're one of us
You don't belong alone
You're one of us
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Walked some in my Shoes
02:57
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Any day I walked some in my shoes
Figuring to untie this selfhung noose
The preachers telling truths
It's still the same old news
I could never keep up with the famed
I won't say that I haven't tried, but I just stayed the same
Lost it once again, there's no one left to blame
no one left to blame
And I don't deserve another chance
Gave away the single one I had
Maybe when this is all over I can clear my head again
again, again
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Took a little time until you let yourself
lose your mind over spilled Milk
Smoke a cigarette or two
want to have your stress reduced
a meal that's served best for two oh
Took a little while until you met yourself
And you didn't like the sight
having a regret or two
don't know what is best for you
a meal that's served best for two oh
Away, Away
All she wants is to be with another man
All she wants is to be free
All she wants is to be with another bloke
But she won't come back to me
Took a little mind to see what's going on
You keep crying about the past
Hoping to reset the truth
Stay in a depressing mood
a meal that's served best for two oh
Away, Away
All she wants is to be with another man
All she wants is to be free
All she wants is to be with another bloke
But she won't come back to me
She isn't coming back
She isn't coming back
She isn't coming back
to me
She isn't coming back
She isn't coming back
She isn't coming back
to me
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To Madame Special
03:15
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Oh Madame, do you hear me too?
I'm sick of hearing voices and I'm sick of hearing you
Oh Madame, is it all a dream
Or did have too much to drink after our final scene
My views became so paranoid
I left in you an empty void
And now you're jumping out your skin
Maybe before you try to judge
You have an ego, it won't budge
And now you hate everything
I see the sunshine
And the rain
but the rain
always seems to fall the same
The same
Oh Madame, are you sick of my voice?
I'm sick of hearing it as well, I wish it weren't my choice
Oh Madame, why so negative
nobody likes you now don't you ever ask what gives?
I always tried to be polite
You scare the dark out of the light
And always want to be in front
No matter how hard you will try
you'll always stay a little sly
obnoxious unbearable Country-Girl
I see the sunshine
And the rain
but the rain
always seems to fall the same
The same
I see the sunshine
And the rain
but the rain
always seems to fall the same
The same
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8. |
Painter
02:37
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With a tip of a pen
She starts to draw me again
A line is straightening up
and then it leads me to when
With a tip of a knife
She makes me run for my life
The Blade is sharp just like her
But I want in on the ride
The Painter made a Portrait now
The Painter made a Portrait now
The Painter made a Portrait now
The Painter made a Portrait
Yeah, when the brushes dry
She has to kill her time
When the Painter comes
I'll be occupied
With a tip from a friend
I try to please her again
The stars aligne and I hope
that it will lead to her when
With a tip of a knife
I make her run for her life
The Blade is sharp just like her
But she wants in on a ride
when the brushes dry
She has to kill her time
When the Painter comes
I'll be occupied
The Painter made a Portrait now
The Painter made a Portrait now
The Painter made a Portrait now
The Painter made a Portrait now
The Painter made a Portrait now
The Painter made a Portrait now
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We Are Scapegoats Saarbrücken, Germany
The project was founded by Anthony James Robson in late 2017, the music is written and recorded entirely by Anthony.
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