1. |
Honors Student
03:30
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I'm lonely like the last chip in the bag,
All we do is think things we've never had,
Like angels with knotted hair,
Like people who died and just don't care
I'm cold like a bike left in the snow,
I'm raw like a bad batch of cookie dough
Left on the counter, the doubters
In 4th grade gym teacher clothes
People love to act like there's something wrong,
We're all fine school's just too fucking long
I wanna hold you like mom does
When her kids come home too late
Fuck your honors student, he's overworked,
Get him a new life, a new T-shirt,
That reads he's the only one
That really gives a shit at all
And if he runs away or if he stays,
It all works out anyway,
Don't believe he's the only one
That really gives a shit at all
I'm dead like a fish without a bowl,
I'm lost like Alice in a rabbit hole,
And the silence as your eyelids
Slowly begin to close
I'm waiting like a check that won't get cashed,
In love like flame when it meets the match,
And the fire is desire
It's something you can't un-catch
Fuck your honors student, he's overworked,
Get him a new life, a new T-shirt,
That reads he's the only one
That really gives a shit at all
And if he runs away or if he stays,
It all works out anyway,
Don't believe he's the only one
That really gives a shit at all
Fuck your honors student, he's overworked,
Get him a new life, a new T-shirt,
That reads he's the only one
That really gives a shit at all
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2. |
Autowave
03:26
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3. |
Homecoming
03:20
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4. |
Little Lions
04:06
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I thought I could take it,
Feel the world beneath my skin,
Shadows are the angels in the end.
See my fortune,
Will it all go bad again?
Like a stolen moment in the wind.
Kid's got his head on,
But he's buttoned up all wrong it seems
Like nothing's undone but you,
A bummer hanging in the wires,
I hope the ocean is blue.
Can you feel it?
(can you feel it)
All our pockets full of sand
Go, go reel it in
Little lions in your head
And you never did what they said
And I only think of you
I thought I could take it,
Feel the world beneath my skin,
Shadows are the angels in the end.
See my fortune,
Will it all go bad again?
Like a stolen moment in the wind.
Can you feel it
(can you feel it)
All our pockets full of sand
Go, go reel it in
Little lions in your head
And you never did what they said
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5. |
Aged In Honey
02:20
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6. |
Subtle Glimpse
03:44
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7. |
Pretty Old
02:34
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8. |
Give Into Gravity
04:29
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9. |
Magnum Opus
05:05
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And I don't care about the things you do or the clothes you wear,
The words in your mouth crawled in, got kicked the fuck out,
I live in your skin, I said I live in your skin...
And I'll stay with you,
(we always loved what you told us)
And I'll scream, "Fuck you"
(because we are Magnum Opus)
But I will always love you.
And I'll stay with you,
And I'll scream, "Fuck you
But I will always love you.
And I'll stay with you,
(we always loved what you told us)
And I'll scream, "Fuck you"
(because we are Magnum Opus)
But I will always love you.
And I will always love you.
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Active Bird Community Brooklyn, New York
indie rock band livin in brooklyn
us booking :: wilson@highroadtouring.com
personal :: activebird@gmail.com
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