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The Sims 5
04:30
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Isn't it funny how we seem to build
Our versions of persons, each in our own little worlds
The sims are in the building room
And each day I'll go back so I can fine tune
Your eyes are much greener than yesterday
And tomorrow I’ve planned just what I want you to say
And I find that it’s the same for you
Yesterday my confidence seemed far more true
And tomorrow I'll be more sincere
At least to you, to me I don’t feel like I'm here
It's like hangover hunger. I just don't know what I want
Blackout slumbers, wake me up and find the point
I just don't know what I want. It is like hangover hunger
I didn't think I was flirting. But I still got a number... number
And when our friends, see us as one
We are in game play mode
The lines all merge our thoughts converge
The happier we appear to be
But at the mirror I can’t go to the building room
No longer can I predict each twist and turn
And the more I change or appear more true
I can tell that you’d like to return too
I need to get out of the electric glare
Where I can run and believe that I care
It's like hangover hunger. I just don't know what I want
Blackout slumbers, wake me up and find the point
I just don't know what I want. It's like hangover hunger
I didn't think I was flirting. But I still got a number... number... number
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2. |
Be a Beatle
02:59
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I thought that I was in love with the 4 of you
But which fab man would I choose?
Was it the one with the clean-cut style
Or the one with the quiet smile
The joker with a swinging hunch
Or the poet who could throw a punch
But then I realised the truth
It wasn’t love I wanted to be you
Wanted to be one of the band
To have a crowd of a adoring fans
Wanted them to want to hold my hand
I’ll tell you something you might understand
I wanted... I wanted...
I wanted to be a Beatle too
I learnt every chord to every song
But still there was something wrong
My hair would never sit in a bowl cut
Collarless suits just didn’t suit me much
And then I was only a one man band
In fact I wasn’t even a man
But I wanted... I wanted...
I wanted to be a Beatle too
Wanted to write the greatest songs
And all my grandkids would sing along
I wanted to be a Beatle too
I wanted to be a Beatle too
I wanted to be a Beatle too
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Oh Bhoy
03:29
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You seem a little off. And I can’t figure you out
How did I come across? Is it obvious that I'm in a drought?
And I'm not sure if it's clear
That the water's never really been near
But that doesn’t mean that I don't want you to come around
I even tidied my room and straightened the sheets
Now it’s too ordered and too neat and I can’t get to sleep
And hope that it is clear, you’re not the cause of this fear
Its just that you’re swimming a little near
Cause the tide's come in. And I forgot that I don't know how to swim
I'm out of my depth, and I was only paddling
Now I can’t get off, and I’m in too deep
Your hands are so soft but I feel like a creep
And I’m not sure if I'll clear
The next buoy and make it to the pier
If I gasp for breath I’d rather you didn’t hear
Cause the tide's come in
I forgot that I don't know how to swim
I'm out of my depth, and I was only paddling
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4. |
Song to an Older Self
03:33
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Barbiturate, can you picture it
A lonely stoop and a broken hip
Its supper time, treat your body kind
A pot of tea and empire biscuit
This is your domain but nobody came
Probably for the best, would they past your test
Are you unimpressed with your happiness
There was no guarantees have you kept the receipt
You didn't listen to me. I never wanted to be lonely
Put a CD on, they're all almost gone
Never retro, but you feel the same though
Your licence is out but you still cruise about
The horn only whispers, but you can shout
Are you 22 or 69
Does it matter now, whos keeping time
Are you unimpressed with your happiness
There was no guarantees have you kept the receipt
You didn't listen to me
I never said I wanted to be so free
But I’m not there yet, so why get upset
Or write a song, about what's not gone on
It could be amazing for all I know
Or we all could get sucked into a big black hole… tomorrow
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Barista
03:45
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I've been drinking too much caffeine
Hot steamed milk and helpless laughing
Tightening my chest. I feel I must confess
When you smile at me across the counter. I can’t forget each encounter...
Barista, Barista, (yeah yeah)
Won’t you give me a sign (Be mine)
Or just at least a (Aah aah)
Another coffee and more time
Today you remembered my ordered
Latte milk in a heart shaped border
Though you looked stressed. Into my hand my change you pressed
Is this good customer service
I'm spending money to get nervous...
Barista, Barista, (yeah yeah)
Won’t you give me a sign (Be mine)
Or just at least a (Aah aah)
Another coffee and more time
You're so friendly to me, But your name’s a mystery
And I long to see you, out of the bakery
Barista, Barista, (yeah yeah)
Won’t you give me a sign (Be mine)
Or just at least a (Aah aah)
Coffee and some peace of mind
I don’t even like coffee (NO NO)
It makes me feel ill (But still)
As the milk is getting frothy
Im getting my fill. Im getting my fill
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6. |
Cook the Dinner
03:19
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I've cooked the dinner and I've eaten it
Got out the Tupperware, it's keeping it
So sad to eat alone when it tastes pretty good
And it never tastes the best when it's you who's cooked the food
And I'd love a glass of wine, But I'm scared it might steal all my time
I've done the dishes and washed the clothes
Watched every episode of my favorite shows
It’s surprising where the mind can go
When the body has so much to know
And I’d love to live on the edge, but I know it would fuck with my head
I'm longing to be longed for but learning to live alone
If I can't find a way, to make somebody stay
A life of solitude has little to atone
Your alive to die from, 9 to 5
And I’m not sure why I like an early rise
3 meals take me through every day
To make it feel like it's always okay
But nevermind, it’s already dinner time
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Parma Violets
03:52
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I’m searching for the souls who feel older than their names
With mismatched clothes and shallow foes, who always look the same
And an underlying desire that they dare not say out loud
But perhaps they live beneath a rock or else are much too proud
On a mountain top beneath the sea that’s where I think they'll be
In a place that's too impossible for shame or misery
And the sound of distant harmonies, being sung slightly off key
Reminds that imperfection can mean far more than beauty
So hey you, what you gonna do?
If quiet confidence offends, I'll shrink back happily
To the violets down in Parma in the purple dusted breeze
There's no need to adopt a haircut to confirm identity
No t-shirt sloganed arrogance to contest with society
If you want more well I’m afraid you just get what you see
If you don’t believe fair enough but please just leave me be
In a battered neon old tin can thats darker than you’d think
With manufactured hollow sounds even the bile is pink
The only way I’ll make it through is with another drink
This is far from the rainbows edge, into the gold I sink
So hey you, who you gonna do?
If quiet confidence offends, I'll shrink back happily
To the violets down in Parma in the purple dusted breeze
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Amy
03:44
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She’s stronger than herself. So she’ll never ask for help
She’ll make you feel alive. But in her room she cries
And when you see she’s happy. You better believe she's happy
She’s larger than herself. Take it all out on her health
And eats a little less. Just to fit into that dress
And when you see she’s hungry. You better believe she’s hungry
She’s harder than herself. Pulls her ass down from the shelf
You think she loves just you. But tomorrow you're someone new
And when you feel her loving. You better believe she’s loving
She’s faster than herself. All speed but no stealth
She can run but cannot hide. From whatever is inside
And when you see her running. You better believe she’s running
She’s stronger than herself
She’s stronger than herself (I don’t need help)
She’s stronger than herself (I don’t want help)
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Fun Eral
03:39
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I walked passed a funeral, on a sunny day
I tried to keep walking in my most respectful way
A burst pack of haribos were melting in the sun
And that’s when I noticed that the guests looked pretty young
All the wet ties, and black eyes. Made up pretty but not too much
All the fried eggs and bear heads, getting sticky in the muck
I try to resist, feeling curious
What difference does it make, to know about this soul’s fate
But I’m terrified, for anyone who dies, how much life does it take
To not feel like you’ve left it all too late
Cross myself, and hope not to cry. Oh wait there’s moisturiser, in my eye
Hot crossed buns, being crucified. So Jesus lived even though he died
I try to resist, feeling curious
What difference does it make, to know about this soul’s fate
But I’m terrified, for anyone who dies, how much life does it take
To not feel like you’ve left it all too late
I don’t really know, what I’m trying to say
Just that there was, a funeral today
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Chocolate for Breakfast
02:47
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Chocolate for breakfast. And it's not even Christmas
But I'm trying my bestest. You can't say I'm a pessimist
And ice cream for lunch. And I'm lacking in crunch
I might crush a few oreos. It won't be long before you know
It's creeping up inside of me
The vicious glucose energy
I've stuffed my being full
Here comes the hyped up... Sugar Mule
Cake for dinner. But I'm not a sinner
I'll say it’s my Birthday. Wish another year away
And trifle for supper. I need one last upper
Before I retire. But I can’t get much higher
It's creeping up inside of me
The vicious glucose energy
I've stuffed my being full
Here comes the hyped up... Sugar Mule
Consuming it passively. Eyes glazed like a doughnut
Trust me I'm happy. I'm just loving too much
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11. |
Thumbsucker
05:04
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Tell me a story I’ll make you a fresh cup of tea
I've lost the concept of how to be young and still free
How does it feel to be on the edge of the teens
I wouldn’t go back but I know you’re stronger than me
Tell me about that birthday that you turned 13
They tried to make you believe that you still were a queen
And when you blew out the candles to wish they all screamed
But you’d never tell them how wild you dared to dream
Sucking your thumb, in the bathroom stall
Didn't feel this low until you got that tall
I was such an old child
But I’m carving out my face, to loose the dimples when I smile
The sleepover guests would hound you while feigning off sleep
But you knew this was something you’d have to keep
And you wouldn’t tell them not even at the midnight feast
I should have warned you, friends are the hardest to beat
Tell me about that eyelash you found on your cheek
With it you vowed that you would no longer speak
I said that might change depending on who you meet
But you blew it off and it danced down the suburban street
Sucking your thumb, in the bathroom stall
Didn't feel this low until you got that tall
I was such an old child
But I’m carving out my face, to loose the dimples when I smile
Tell me a story I know you've got more than me
I've lost the concept of how to be young and still free
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