1. |
Those That Bite
03:58
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It looked so easy to me, what could go wrong?
No strings attached
But little did I know I’d have to tiptoe,
Through this aftermath
(I don’t owe you shit)
C.
Potless and broken: that’s how you leave the honest man
Yet your skin is numb to all those that bite your feeding hand
On and on it goes, it never ends
No end in sight
So just take it from me, this joke belongs to all those that bite
Now you’ve had your fun, just listen close
To the words I spit:
(I don’t owe you shit)
C.
-Middle-
C.
(I don’t owe you shit)
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2. |
Seasons Repeating
02:49
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How come I always end up here?
How come it always ends in tears?
C.
I’m looking for answers I’m told won’t come
Well lucky me, I found one
Seasons Repeating
What can I do to make you seem like you care?
Now that I think about it, I don’t need you there
Why should I bother with it? These things don’t change
I’m glad I could keep you so well entertained
C.
-Middle-
C.
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3. |
Demon's Tongue
03:50
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I guess I’ll never know
I’ll never know of your true intent
You’re my repent
That was quite a show
Quite a show from the demon’s tongue
Oh, and then some
C.
Don’t pull the strings from my heart
All over again
You’ve got me thinking we’ll start
All over again
I wait with baited breath
I wait to find I was your mistake
Is this my fate?
C.
-Middle-
C.
I guess I’ll never know
I’ll never know of your true intent
You’re my repent
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4. |
Flake
04:44
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I thought I caught some early signs
But at the time I just told myself it was all in my mind
How you managed it, I can’t tell
I took the bait like the fool I am, hoping high against hell
We should have shifted from first gear
On the cusp of something real, what a waste of a year
You disappear into the London mist
With no reply, just dire straights, was there something I missed?
C.
Hey boy, I know your secret
Don’t worry now, you know I’ll keep it
You’re hanging on by a single thread
Baited sharks sniffing at your heels in the water you tread
In the end, you’ll always be this way
Another toy, a shiny figurine in the game that you play
C.
-Middle-
C.
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5. |
Lead & Mercury
04:24
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Such feelings are dangerous
Such feelings, they hold some truth
Such feelings ingrained in us
Such feelings in the bloom of youth
You’re bad for me
C.
You’re bad for me
Such feelings, they ebb and flow
Such feelings intensify
Such feelings, they’ll never show
Such feelings from a time gone by
You’re bad for me
C.
-Middle-
C.
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6. |
A Fistful of Spite
03:57
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A fistful of spite
No, I won’t bite
Yeah, you can leave your judgement aside
Because I won’t bite
C.
You can say what I shouldn’t be
So I can prove what I’m meant to be
Follow me, follow me
Yeah, you can say (what I shouldn’t be)
A fistful of spite
No, I won’t bite
Yeah, you can leave your judgement aside
Because I won’t bite
C.
Take it on the chin, and we’ll go for a ride
Take it all from him, and I’ll wear it with pride
C.
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7. |
Lizard Love
04:24
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“This is for the best” you said
Fear and doubt, I feel it spread
Through my flesh and through my bones
This is more than sticks and stones
Of all the twists life can throw
Breaking through the status quo, because
Even though it went this way
There’s always time for you in my day
C.
It’s always you that I dream of
Yeah, I bet you don’t, I bet you don’t at all
It’s always you that I dream of
Yeah, I want you to know, I want you to know
This chain will never break
O’er hills and far away
This is where I thought we’d play
But I guess this lizard love of mine
Has shed its skin with me entwined
C.
-Middle-
C.
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8. |
Seven-Two-Seven
04:29
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(Hmm) Consider this:
You’ve stuck around for twelve, how about twelve more?
Just sign right here, it’s crystal clear
You’ve got nothing to lose, but that which you hold dear
(Yeah) I hear your words
They mean nothing to me, they fall silent to the floor
You’re wondering which way I’ll swing
This is trodden ground and your noose is naught but string
C.
You say you don’t need me now
Well I say that I’m more than just a number
(Hmm) Supposedly
I hold value to you, like some trinket to adore
Dishonesty, mediocrity:
These palms should not be greased, nor granted amnesty
C.
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9. |
We Could Be Insane
03:33
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I can’t shake that night
It sticks in my head, a blinding spinning light
You dared to ask a surprising thought
I never thought would pass
C.
We could be insane
Do you feel the same?
Your truth could cause me too much pain
Yeah, we could be (insane)
I guess it’s true
Given the time gone by, I should be over you
C.
-Middle-
C.
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10. |
Deepest Gold
04:24
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Hello whiskey, my deepest friend
Of which I’m glad you have no end
You burn my neck and you soothe my wounds
The darkest depths I’ve yet consumed
C.
Knock ‘em back to the sunset
One more at the fold
Burned out like a cigarette
(Coloured deepest gold)
The empty glass I can bare no more
So once again, I begin to pour
This golden syrup into the glass
My deepest friend, we meet at last
C.
-Middle-
C.
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PaperSailor Glasgow, UK
PaperSailor is an industrial alt-rock band from multi-instrumentalist Michael Wilson, based in Glasgow, Scotland. Fusing huge riffs & sweeping, synthetic loops & melodies, Michael has crafted a unique style that stands out amongst the crowd, often described as a blend of Nine Inch Nails and Royal Blood. ... more
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