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November 14th 2016
02:57
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You've been thinking recently and I've been smoking constantly. I'm sure that you can smell it on my clothes.
Everything's been different lately, some nights I still get lonely.
If only I could sleep when I close my eyes.
If only I could sleep when I close my eyes.
And the stars they shine so bright, play it cool man don't pick a fight.
I wonder what you're listening to tonight, I wonder what you're listening to tonight (tonight)
Coz I see you in every song I hear tonight, and I miss you with every song I play tonight.
So what, does this mean that we are fucked?
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Master of None
03:37
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I don't know how to drive, that doesn't mean I can't learn.
If you stick around, I'll find a way to get you home
I don't know how to write, anything but love songs
And I'll spend all my nights, just waiting for your phone calls
I want to sleep, but that I can't do, coz all I think about are the stars and then you,
I wanna solve your problems too, but I got my own to look at too.
So please grab my hand, and I'll grab yours.
I'd do anything to hear your voice
One last time before you go home tonight.
I want to sleep, but that I can't do coz all I think about are the stars and then you,
I wanna solve your problems too, but I got my own to look at too.
And I'm a master of none, can't do nothing for no one.
I'm a waste of space, a drunken mess.
So please grab my hand, and I'll grab yours.
I'd do anything to hear your voice
One last time before you go home tonight.
So please hold me now, and don't let go.
Just kiss me, and let me know
It's gonna be, it's gonna be alright.
It's gonna be, It's gotta be alright.
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Have Fun in France
02:47
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She's going to france won't tell her friends,
No one knows where she'll end up next.
And when you try to reach her,
All you'll get is a text
that reads:
'sorry i can't come, i'm stuck in heathrow airport but we can hang out when I'm back for sure'
Remember yesterday we were planning our elaborate getaway
Now you got out you're ten thousand miles away
Yet I'm stuck here almost done with high school
But we can hang out when I'm done for sure.
No one knows where you are going,
I'm not sure if you do too
But whatever you decide to do,
I'm sure that it'll be great
So have fun in France or wherever you are
I'll be in my bedroom with my guitar
And the time zones may be tricky
But we both share the same star
That we can sit under one day
And talk about your trip
When we hang out
Once you're back, for sure.
No one knows where you are going,
I'm not sure if you do too
But whatever you decide to do,
I'm sure that it'll be great
No one knows where they are going
I'm not sure if I do too
But whatever I decide to do,
I'm glad that I know you.
I know you :)
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Drunk Texts
01:39
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Such a mess, we got ourselves into this time
Your drunk texts are getting outta line
Empty bottles on the ground
Leaving your stuff all around.
And I'll clean after you,
coz I don't know what else to do
Making up excuses for your actions
saying "I know she didn't mean to" but
We're losing touch, it won't take much.
Losing touch, and it won't take much.
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6. |
Beyond Fixing
02:37
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Some heartaches can change the universe,
they give birth to songs that mend broken souls
but mine might be at a point,
beyond fixing.
And the radio is playing a symphony
I think I've heard before
I can't place it or name it
but the picture is so clear
in my head.
And I'm pulling my hair out again, trying to give it a shape.
My life's a series of bad haircuts,
That have me, always wearing an oversize hoodie.
that only, makes me,
look even more chubby.
And I keep having this dream,
Where she's with me, we're looking down at the Melbourne City
She turns to me with tears in her eyes
She says her lines
"Maybe baby we're not meant to be." she says.
"Maybe baby we're not meant to be,
and I'm really sorry but honestly,
it's just the best,
for you, and for me.
Cause this is, what you wanted isn't it?
Get your heart broken and write a song about it."
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Maccas Run
03:44
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Feeling the cold, slowly seep into me.
You're drunk, and I'm stoned.
The rest is history.
The moon is up again, my oldest friend.
Keeping us company on the road to the golden M.
And it knows my long walks home at midnight.
it might be cold but it'll be alright
it knows my long walks home at midnight.
If I called you again, would you pick up?
I won't play the lottery, coz I guess, I'm outta luck.
And I don't think that Joe really gives a fuck.
Cause he pissed on that tree, and now he left his mark.
And he knows my long walks home at midnight.
It might be cold but we'll be alright
He knows my long walks home at midnight.
Yeah, he knows my long walks home at midnight.
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I got high so that my freddos would taste better,
but it got worse, way way worse.
And we got high so that school would be better.
but it got worse, way way worse.
I guess that's why they call it 'high school'
I guess that's why being drunk stopped being so cool.
Now that we're out, now that we're out.
You don't want to get high.
Maybe this was the change they were talking about, about school ending.
Maybe this was the change you were talking about, all the ones you were planning.
Lately you don't want to get high,
It's cool but you don't even say hi.
When you walk past me in the city.
It's like you don't even know me.
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Drunk Calls
01:59
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Maybe I fucked up again,
There I go I lost a friend.
Empty cans and empty bottles,
Let it go man, it doesn't matter.
Maybe I'm drunk again,
I'm sorry, next time I'll plan this better
I'll think before I'll call you
It's 3 am.
Maybe this is why I'm sick.
Maybe I fucked up again,
There I go I lost my friends.
Maybe I just don't know,
How to keep them.
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10. |
Sick and Tired
04:32
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I'm lying there letting the air escape my lungs, again.
And I'm lying there when I say "Yeah, I'm okay."
You're never here, but you're in my dreams
You're in my dreams everyday.
I'm staying here, coz I got nowhere to go.
And I called everyone I could tonight.
And I know it's raining here,
But it's better here than the inside of my head.
It's bursting.
Can't I be of use for someone, somewhere else?
I know, I'm looking but I can't find my way back home.
Can't I be more than the one you talk to when you're alone.
I know you're sick and tired,
I'm sick and tired too.
Let's just have some soup, on a saturday night.
We don't have to go out.
Feels like it's a rainy day,
I'll be there for you anyway.
As long as you're here by my side,
Everything will be alright.
I'm lying there, letting the air enter my lungs again.
And I'm never lost, cause I feel at home,
When I look into your eyes.
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Pineapple Reject Records? Melbourne, Australia
Pineapple Reject is an Independent Record Label?, that values good times, good memes, and good tunes, from living rooms and bedrooms.
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