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Step on the stage
The lights the praise
The curtain calls
And the big parade
You know that life all too well
The promise the pain
The valor the rage
Hold up your hands
For the bow and the wave
You know his touch
A little too well
You throw yourself
Into their arms
Mistresses have all the fun
But no one's ever there to take you home
Box up your gloves and your
Down coats
Bound for the sun and the
West coast
Where upper crust tragedies abound
A tip for the girl at the
Coat check
The guy at the door and the
Bar back
They know your face
Oh so well
But movies never made you famous
All your dreams got lost or traded
And all you ever cared about got lost
But you were surely still an actress
Older men would find attractive
And all you ever cared about got lost
Where there's gold, there's a gold digger
You throw yourself
Into their arms
Mistresses have all the fun
But no one's ever there to take you home
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Would it kill you to breathe easy?
Only seventeen miles lay
Between you and me
I could make it if I had to
I don't break easily
You've got my counsel, thick as thieves
If there's a crime we'll keep it secret,
For there's only trace amounts left in your blood.
You may be a sinner, but you may be justified.
Just keep your mouth shut
Keep your guard up
I swear I'll make it right
Will it kill me to breathe?
Not as easy as you think it is.
Between you and me
I can fake it if I have to
I don't break easily
I need your counsel, thick as thieves
I have no crime to keep a secret
It was hers, it was not mine
I may be a sinner, but it wasn't me this time
Just keep your mouth shut
Keep your guard up
I swear I'll make it right
Well listen to yourself
There is a hemorrhage in your mouth
It won't stop bleeding
Well you may be the trigger
But I will hold the smoking gun
You'll get away clean
I'll keep your secrets 'til the grave has swallowed me
And I will never tell a tortured soul they're burning by my side
That I am a sinner
I am a savior
I am a lie.
So keep your mouth shut
Keep your guard up
I swear I'll make it right
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Don't act like you've been silent
I know how you spread that
Web of contradictions
Wide like so much cover fire
Keep watch for the mines
Keep watch for the mines
Be careful who you
Wave that tongue at around here
I've seen smarter acts than yours
Get disappeared
If you keep swinging that knife
All over this town
You are bound
To get you own back stabbed
Keep watch for the mines
The concealed dangers
The traps and the coils of the wires
With the sharp razors
The ditches and the trenches and the smiles
Of the grave diggers
And if you're told
The answer needs no questioning
The answer is a lie
Keep watch for the mines
Keep watch for the mines
Will they bleed everyone out?
Will they bleed everyone out?
Keep watch for the mines
Will they bleed everyone out
Before they die?
Keep watch for the mines
The concealed dangers
The traps and the coils of the wires
With the sharp razors
The ditches and the trenches and the smiles
Of the grave diggers
And if you're told
The answer needs no questioning
The answer is a lie
Keep watch for the mines
Keep watch for the mines
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Lay my bones
At the feet of the ministry
I need the guilt and the company
I need the chance to be judged
And then long forgotten
Lately I just can't shake it
I count the days in seconds and minutes
Hours and hours are subtle as shards of glass
In the skin
So lay with me
I could use the company
You could help me ease
These bones
Are like maps and keys
Where they took their hits
And they felt those teeth
There's a story hidden
Underneath
If you dig in deep
Will you find relief?
For these bones
Shudder all night long
The hammer drops
Another scar
For these bones
But I know
They're only my second home.
Naked and under the cover of night
It's just a matter of time 'til I'm
Counted and measured and filed
And then long forgotten
Forgive my manner of speaking
I know it's quick, but the clock is still ticking
And I've got a few words left burning holes on my tongue
I've been saving them
So lay with me
I could use the company
You could help me ease
These bones
Are like maps and keys
Where they took their hits
And they felt those teeth
There's a story hidden
Underneath
If you dig in deep
Will you find relief?
For these bones
Shudder all night long
The hammer drops
Another scar
For these bones
But I know
They're only my second home
No you won't go down alone
No you won't go down alone
No you won't go down alone
No you won't go down alone
So lay with me
I could use the company
You could help me ease
These bones
Are like maps and keys
Where they took their hits
And they felt those teeth
There's a story hidden
Underneath
If you dig in deep
Will you find relief?
These bones
Are like maps and keys
Where they took their hits
And they felt those teeth
There's a story hidden
Underneath
If you dig in deep
Will you find relief?
For these bones
'Cause I know
That you won't go down alone
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Fever Dreams
Can only haunt you
'Til the fever breaks
They can only haunt you
'Til the fever breaks
They can only haunt you
'Til the fever breaks
They can only haunt you
Beneath your skin
And your games
You're alone
But you're so contagious
Tell me, what am I to do?
When a fire, and a fever rages
And I have caught it too,
So who's to blame
Fever Dreams
They can only haunt you
'Til the fever breaks
They can only haunt you
I've had enough of these moves
I've had enough of these moves
You get everything with
I've lost all I can lose
To your skill and your games
But you're so contagious, so contagious
Fever dreams
Can only haunt you
'Til the fever breaks
They can only haunt you
'Til the fever breaks
They can only haunt you
'Til the fever breaks
They can only haunt you
'Til the fever breaks
But you're so contagious
Tell me, what am I to do?
When a fire and a fever rages
And I have caught it too,
So who's blame
For who gets burned
For holding you?
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If you knew,
What I know,
Would you try?
Before your time
Has run on you
And worn you down
Would you know,
What you desire,
In your heart?
If you knew,
What I know,
Would you try?
Is there time?
Is there time?
To follow just one desire?
Is there time?
Is there time,
To follow your heart?
Dress your wounds
Test your strength
Face the night
Crave the touch
Feel the pain
Know the signs
Is there truth,
In your pain?
You decide
If you knew,
What I know,
Would you try?
Is there time?
Is there time?
To follow just one desire?
Is there time?
Is there time,
To follow your heart?
As we lie
In the shade
Of poison trees
Are we as safe
As we let
Ourselves believe?
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Taste
I love the taste
I need its warm rush
Rush
I need the rush
To pulse through my veins
And I'll love you tonight
Oh I love you tonight
And tomorrow you may just
Feel the same
Please don't bite down
I will know I'm alive
Rush
There is no rush
There is no reason
To blush
There's only us
To keep it between
And I'll love you tonight
I will love you tonight
And tomorrow we may just feel the same
And I won't bite down
'Til the moment counts
And I'll know I'm alive
And I'll know I'm alive
Give me some teeth
Give me something
Unforgettable
And I'll know I'm alive
And I'll know I'm alive
And I'll know I'm alive
And the moment's right
And I'll know I'm alive
And I'll know I'm alive
Give me some teeth
Give me something
Unforgettable
And I'll know I'm alive
And I'll know I'm alive
And I'll know that I am alive
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How can you ask for forgiveness?
So now you think that your crimes are victimless?
I know you and your sins
Your retributions
So how will you lay your penance down?
We all pay in time
So how will you clear you conscience
When your clock unwinds?
I've heard enough of your forked tongue
How do you know when the cuts are deep enough?
I know you like your stabs
Your preemptive attacks
But how will you hold your demons down?
We're all judged in time
But how can you seek redemption
Using alibis?
You out to know better,
Than to bait your jailor
You ought to know
You ought to know better
How do you deal with the consequence?
Now that we bear the weight of your arrogance
I know you and your cons
Your petty little bombs
But who will you blame your troubles on now?
We all pay in time
So how will you clear your conscience
When your lies unwind?
You ought to know better,
Than to bait your jailor
You ought to know better,
Than to test your luck
You ought to know better,
Than to bite who feeds ya'
You ought to know
You ought to know better
How can you ask for forgiveness?
How can you think that your crimes are victimless?
I know you and your sins
Your retributions
So how will you lay your penance down?
We're all judged in time
So how will you clear your conscience
When your lies unwind
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Slip out the back before those
Handlers get to tight on you
I light my own fires now
I light my own fires now
Slip in this town like it was
Measured to fit right on you
We light our own fires now
We lead ourselves into the night
Oh yeah,
I don't think I'll be held inside an ordinary cell
Am I the escape or
Am I the escape artist?
I know,
I know it's just a question of details
Or one of,
Denial.
Could all of this trip wire
Cut so easy?
We'll just see
Cut the alarm before the
Motion sets off its sensors
We move in silence now
We guard our secrets with our lives
And cover our tracks so we are
Protected from surveillance
We move in silence now
We lead ourselves into the fight
Into the fight
Into the fight
Into the fight
And all the saints
Will rise again
As sons of wealthy men
Tear the whole world down before our eyes
And all the signs
We should have read
While we ignored the dead
Will haunt us long after the last of us has died
Slip out the back before those
Handlers get too tight on you
I light my own fires now
I light my own fires now
Slip in this town like it was
Measured to fit right on you
We light our own fires now
We lead ourselves into the night
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Why do you speak with that accent now?
Everyone knows you're not from the streets.
You went to prep school in Cambridge,
With daughters and sons of the privileged elite.
Their fortunes from shipping and industry,
Their futures in yacht clubs and tails.
So why do you speak with that accent now?
Everyone knows you're moonlighting here.
To avail yourself of your heritage,
For a season or two in the sun.
Draw well from the funds in the trust,
Thanks to the fathers of fortunate sons,
For us it's a matter of charging the gates
For you it's a matter of blood and connections
Of blood and connections.
So who do you fool with that costume now?
Everyone knows you're not who you seem
You've got a hard way about ou
For someone whose passage is already paid
By the sins and the schemes of your father
And the infinite reach of his arm
Draw well from the funds in the trust,
Thanks to the fathers of fortunate sons,
For us it's a matter of charging the gates
For you it's a matter of blood
Drink well from your bottomless cup
And bask in your good fortune
For us it's a matter of charging the gates
For you it's a matter of blood and connections
So where will you be when you tire of the fun
The escape, the charade, and your time in the sun
I know everyone does their own reinvention
But yours has a taste that's hard to swallow
And what will you tell of your tenure with us?
Will you build yourself up, like the size of your hunt?
If they're anything like what you've been telling us,
Those stories will make true believers
Of the chumps and the fools.
So why do you speak with that accent now?
Everyone knows you're not from the streets
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I believe in clean breaks, I keep the old troubles away
But you're making sure
I was lying when I said
"I can leave,
This behind"
I need you to ruin me
For this, finally,
'Cause it's burying me
Now, I'm in these old knots
Each move keeps me locked away
With each new embrace,
I have tied myself up.
More tightly,
Into you
Oh, but the more I fight
Then the deeper I'm trapped
And I can't break free of this hold that you have
And I crave you more
Under the heat of your touch
And I need your skin
To ruin me
For this wicked town
Where your ghosts are bound
To me
One last sacrifice
Of this ritual escape
I was lying when I said...
"I believe,
in clean breaks"
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You will wait in the widows peak
And while you watch the ships come in
I will take the early train
And I will take the back streets
Down to New Orleans
Before the avenues are swallowed
By the morning heat
And you will watch the ships come in
And I will take the early train
And I will make it home
We're stronger than
Before the strain had broken us
And there is fight in us
I know
That it will take more than
A heavy rain
To silence us
When there's so much for us
I know
And you will wait
At your post until
You've been relieved
And warn us all
If seas are dangerous
But you should rest
For a little while
And I will watch the ships come in
I'll alert the citizens
I'll sound the alarm
We're stronger than
Before the strain had broken us
And there is fight in us
I know
That it will take more than
A heavy rain
To silence us
When there's so much for us
I know
They've tethered the ships
In the harbor
They've anchored the rest
At sea
We're stronger than
Before the strain had broken us
And there is fight in us
I know
We're stronger than
Before the strain had broken us
And there is fight in us
I know
That it will take more than
A heavy rain
To silence us
When there's so much for us
I know
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