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Feign Martyr
03:23
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When I play victim in the story that I turn I'm lyin'
When I feign martyr and I get what I deserve I'm tryin'
She's draggin' my name around the town
Which makes me think that I must be famous now
But not for the reasons that I wanted…
When I tell you I've got compassion on my lips I'm lyin'
When I admit my heart's just shooting from the hips I'm tryin'
She's draggin' my name around the town
Which makes me think that I must be famous now
She's draggin' my name around the town
Which makes me think that I must be famous now
But not for the reasons that I wanted…
I hate to say that I was killing time
But don't ya know there's truth in every lie
I'd love to say that I was killing time
But I'd need to more than solid matter to kill time
I hate to say that I was killing time
But don't ya know there's truth in every lie
I'd love to say that I was killing time
But really, I'm just wasting yours and mine
She's draggin' my name around the town
Which makes me think that I must be famous now
She's draggin' my name around the town
Which makes me think that I must be famous now
But not for the reasons that I wanted…
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Alphabet
04:28
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So you're leaving town
Well I…I left mine too
At least until I realised
You wouldn't take me with you
Sometimes I hate the Alphabet for spelling out your name
Sometimes I hate myself for letting you get away
So you're leaving town
Well that's something I'd like to see
At least until I realised
Your trip didn't include me
Sometimes I hate the Alphabet for spelling out your name
Sometimes I hate myself for letting you get away
I used to play Scrabble, Now I play Sudoku coz numbers never lie
I used to play Scrabble, Now I play Sudoku coz numbers never lie
So you're leaving town
So you're leaving town
So you're leaving town
(Well that's something I'd like to see)
So you're leaving town
(Well that's something I'd like to see)
Sometimes I hate the Alphabet for spelling out your name
Sometimes I hate myself for letting you get away
Sometimes I hate the Alphabet for spelling out your name
Sometimes I hate myself for letting you get away
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3. |
House Is...
03:36
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My house is, my house is on fire
My house is, my houses are on fire
Shoulda known that you can't just paint over all the
Smouldering mortar that holds it all in place
My house is, my houses is on fire
The house is, these houses are on fire
Shoulda known that a house is not unlike a disposable Camera
It takes a snapshot of your life and then you throw it away
Coz home ain't where the house is
Yeah, home ain't where the house is
Wear the houses down
The house is, the houses on fire
These houses, the houses? Still on fire
Shoulda known that you can't put out the fire when you're the flame
I guess you can't truly move out 'till it moves out of you…
Coz home ain't where the house is
Yeah, home ain't where the house is
Where the house is, the house is
Wear the house is, wear the houses down
My house is, my house is on fire
My house is, my house is on fire
My house is, my house is on fire
My house is, my house is on fire
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But It's Not Christmas
04:33
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I'd like to place a bet coz I like the odds
I bet you someone's doing us wrong
But we are just so naïve and just let it go
Come on, tell me where Is the justice in that?
I'd like to think I didn't care
I'd like to think you weren't there
But it was written on the teachers whiteboard
I'd like to think they weren't right
I'd like to hope with all my might
That you were underneath the mistletoe that night
But it's not Christmas
But it's not Christmas
But it's not Christmas
Hey, hey I'm back again, I can't keep away
I got a great idea you're gonna love
But first tip the bottle back and let's drive back home
You better put your seatbelt on because…it's gonna be a bumpy ride
I'd like to think I didn't care
I'd like to think you weren't there
But it was written on the teacher's whiteboard
I'd like to think they weren't right
I'd like to hope with all my might
That you were underneath the mistletoe that night
I'm thinking of you in his arms again
Someone change the record it never ends
I'm singing 'bout you in his arms again (My house is, my house is on fire)
I'm leaving this town and I don't care when (My house is, my house is on fire)
I'm thinking of you in his arms again
Someone change the record it never ends
I'm singing 'bout you in his arms again
I'm leaving this town and I don't care when
I'd like to think I…
I'd like to think you weren't there
But it was written on the teacher's whiteboard
I'd like to think they were not right
I'd like to hope with all my might
That you were underneath the mistletoe that night
I'd like to think I didn't care
I'd like to think you weren't there
But it was written on the teacher's whiteboard
I'd like to think they were not right
I'd like to hope with all my might
That you were underneath the mistletoe that night
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5. |
Get Inside, Go Nowhere
03:00
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The only person that I lie to is myself
It takes true commitment, lying to oneself
But stick around, you'll soon learn to apply yourself
Coz five a day is recommended for good health
We both made it our lives work, to make each-others a misery
We both made it our lives work, to make each-others a misery
This dead end means everything to me...
So let's
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Now you've got it, time for us to raise our game
Looking first-class whilst chewing glass is the aim
Commitment's vital, remember, there's no shame
Till death do us part so better change your name
We both made it our lives work, to make each-others a misery
We both made it our lives work to make each-others a misery
We both made it our lives work, to make each-others a misery
We both made it our lives work to make each-others a misery
We both made it our lives work to make each-others a misery
We both made it our lives work to make each-others a misery
This dead end means everything to me
(You're the cage and I'm the key)
This dead end means everything to me
(You're the cage and I'm the key)
So let's
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
Get inside, go nowhere
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6. |
Later Is Now
04:32
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Waiting for the train that never comes
When you don't want it to it does
And you ain't packed your bags or made those pre-trip preparations
Waiting for the clock that always ticks
With no batteries in it
And you ain't earned the rest, but sure as hell you're gonna lie in
Coz lying's what we always do
When denying things we always knew
Tomorrow is another day
But it don't matter when there is no way to get out
Coz Later is now, and it's too late to stop the train
Later is now, and you can't ever stop the train
Waiting for the sun that'll always rise
When it does it burns your eyes
And you ain't stopped to think if wasting life is your vocation
Coz you're waiting for the line I'll never say
When you don't want me to I'll stay
And you ain't made your bed, but sure as hell you're gonna lie in it
Coz lying's what we always do
When denying things we always knew
Tomorrow is another day
But it don't matter when there is no way to get out
Coz Later is now, and it's too late to stop the train
Coz Later is now, and you can't ever stop the train
Coz Later is now, and it's too late to stop the train
Coz Later is now, and you can't ever stop the train
You can't ever stop the train
You can't ever stop the train
You can't ever stop the train
You can't ever stop the train
(Coz later is now)
You can't ever stop the train
(Coz later is now)
You can't ever stop the train
(Coz later is now)
You can't ever stop the train
(Coz later is now)
You can't ever stop the train
(Coz later is now)
You can't ever stop the train
(Coz later is now)
You can't ever stop the train
(Coz later is now)
You can't ever stop the train
(Coz later is now)
You can't ever stop the train
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7. |
Future-Past
03:55
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It was always on the back of my mind
So close to foreground when with that your brain is lined
Like a bullet hitting right between the eyes
Like a straight-jacket if you don't sever the ties
The future-past, has the future passed?
The future-past, has the future passed?
It was always on the front of the page
So close to background as the words deepen with age
Like, a shadowed figure breathing in my rear-view mirror
A, delicate whisper screaming nothings in my ear
Until the future's past, has the future passed (me by)
The future-past, has the future passed (me by)
The future-past, has the future passed (me by)
The future-past, has the future passed (me by)
If the past is your only future, the game is lost before the cards are dealt
If the past is your only future, the game is lost before the pride's been felt
If the past is your only future, the game is lost before the wheel's spun
If the past is your only future, the war is lost before the battle's won
It was etched into the lunch box of my youth
Under the pillow with my innocence and tooth
Then the future-past, did the future pass me by?
The future-past, did the future pass me by?
The future-past, did the future pass me by?
The future-past, did the future pass me by?
The future-past, did the future pass me by?
The future-past, did the future pass me by?
The future...
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Grip-Like Vice UK
"Grip-Like Vice, an edgy, modern powerpop quartet from Cornwall, UK who have the hooks, harmonies, and energy to light up
the entire city of...Cornwall!" International Pop Overthrow
"Tweaking the blueprint for 21st-century UK Power Pop" Sound on Sound magazine
“High-octane, angular power pop… catchy and sardonic… accessible… new and engaging.”
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