1. |
Summer Girls
03:14
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The locals preach it every year
Never fall for a summer girl
They come and go like the tide rolls in
Then before you know it they’re out again
I caught a look just walking by
I swear to God that I didn’t try
But my breath was held and my pulse ran high
I knew at that moment she was mine
OK, alright
I hate goodbyes
Let’s stay together all night long
We’ll steal the sun before morning comes
Don’t wait, don’t fight
You know that we’re right
The city seems so far away
Just stay with me for one last day
Sunny days and drunken nights
We always made it to our part-time jobs
We laughed so hard you almost cried
The day that I fell on our Sunday ride
OK, alright
I hate goodbyes
Let’s stay together all night long
We’ll steal the sun before morning comes
Don’t wait, don’t fight
You know that we’re right
The city seems so far away
Just stay with me for one last day
We'll go on, life goes on...
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2. |
One Of Those Times
02:36
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It’s just one of those times
It’s just one of those times
When I didn’t stand up
I didn’t say no
I didn’t step back
And now I have my regrets
They dress me up in a white leisure suit
Photographer knows what to do
Accessorize, my hands are tied
And I feel so empty
I’ve lost my identity
It’s just one of those times
It’s just one of those times
When I didn’t stand up
I didn’t say no
I didn’t step back
And now I have my regrets
We got a new record to do
Producer over-produced
With auto-tune, mixed out the truth
Now there's no conviction
I can’t even listen…to it
It’s just one of those times
It’s just one of those times
When I didn’t stand up
I didn’t say no
I didn’t step back
And now I have my regrets
Yeah, it’s just one of those times
Just one of those days
It's one of those nights
I can't explain
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3. |
Back At Home
03:54
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Maybe it's because I grew up way too fast
I always wanted to be accepted by the upper class
Still pretending to like the things I never would
I woulda done anything to blend in with the neighborhood
The last place I thought that I would be
With my head still hanging low is back at home
And the last thing I needed to hear
Were your words I told you so…I told you so
So I headed out of town to run down dreams
Diploma's packed but I wanted different things
Wasn't ready for a normal suburban life
It all seems funny now, how I wanted to impress the world
The last place I thought that I would be
With my head still hanging low is back at home
And the last thing I needed to hear
Were your words I told you so…I told you so
I took a chance
Made mistakes
Tried just like the others did
Can’t you see
This is me
And all I ever wanted was to be accepted
And all I ever wanted was to be successful
The last place I thought that I would be
With my head still hanging low is back at home
And the last thing I needed to hear
Were your words I told you so…I told you so
And the last thing I needed to hear
Were your words I told you so…I told you so
And the last place I thought that I would be
With my head still hanging low was back at home
I'm back at home
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4. |
Broken Hearts
02:38
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There’s gotta be something better than starting fights
There’s gotta be something better than broken hearts
Round by round we go and nothing’s solved
Maybe we’ve run our course, baby, you’re my dark horse
There’s gotta be something I can say to make this short
There’s gotta be something I can do so you won’t hurt
I know we’ve always tried to make us work
Maybe we’ve run our course, baby, you’re my dark horse
And I feel so useless
Almost helpless
Because I’m not in control
We need to stop feuding
Like Shakespeare's nobles
And allow time to grow
There’s gotta be something better than starting fights
There’s gotta be something better than broken hearts
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5. |
Wanna Know Who Wins
03:23
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Some trade away
A normal life
And memories
For some brief fame
On a sound stage
Some move away
From their friends
And family
A career change
Could prove one thing
That the world is entertained
Through all the think and thin
And they will never miss a show
Cause they wanna know who wins…they wanna know who wins
Some sing in key
Or they make a mockery
Out of themselves
Sometimes looks sell
Some judge the way
A person looks
Or on what they say
It’s so cutthroat
It’s a tough show
That the world is entertained
Through all the think and thin
And they will never miss a show
Cause they wanna know who wins…they wanna know who wins
I wanna see who wins
I wanna see who falls along the way
I wanna see tears roll down their faces
On every elimination
That the world is entertained
Through all the think and thin
And they will never miss a show
Cause they wanna know who wins…they wanna know who wins
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6. |
Sold It
02:30
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I look about and it seems like there’s nothing left
Burned out my youth and I suffer from forgetfulness
Ambition's gone and I’ll catch the first pitch at 4:30
The traffic's locked, so I never want to drive in town
You’ll catch me walking with cigars and Miller cans
It’s getting dark and this pattern seems to keep reoccurring
It’s golden
Not stolen
I know it
I sold it
Complacent face, but regret tattooed my brain
Is this living or a life that’s settling?
My guard's still up but my balance is off on my back heel
Don’t get too close cause I’m known to chew on ears
I've got the answers and I’ll tell you to face your fears
Ambition's gone and I’ll catch the last race at 4:30
It’s golden
Not stolen
I know it
I sold it
And I feel so indifferent
In the right place
At the wrong time
I’m the right guy
Saturation of rock bands
Need a filter
To find one
Still I feel so indifferent
I'm wrong guy
At the right time
It’s golden
Not stolen
I know it
I sold it
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