1. |
Braceface
04:08
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Comet Canyon
04:10
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Sofia's Foxtrot
03:30
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Four Eyes
03:18
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Short Hair
05:17
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There's nothing left for me here
Just the thought of you always alone, my brooding fear
My hands and teeth can't take much more
As they come into one another
Memories of everyone haunt me whole
I must be such an eyesore
Given everything
And still dwelling on misfortunes like I have some excuse
I'm a piece of trash
Only useful when unused
I can't stop dying in my own dreams
Drowning in catastrophe
Even with all of this sleep
Lacking energy
And slowly letting go
Griping the floor won't help
When there's nothing to hold on to
I know I'll regret this.
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7. |
You Say Theater Funny
03:22
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It goes away when I don't think about it
But nothing takes its place
And nothing feels like home
And it hurts to know we're both alone
So where do we go from here?
Where do we stand?
When do the ghosts disappear?
They stick on our skin like sand
So when the beaches we hail from dry up
we must decide to move inland
So why do you stay and hope for rain
When the clouds have dried up too?
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9. |
Funny Faces
04:16
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10. |
Rookie (ft. Drama Club)
04:49
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You're having the time of your life tonight
You don't want to go home
Do you feel safe?
Do you feel warm?
I feel sick can we go home?
You're the Trackstar
You always run away
Like all stars boy,
you're gonna fade away
(You're my favorite runner so much better than me.
You're The Athlete
I'm a Rookie.
It's like I have no feet!)
How does it feel to be you?
You're the big man
You're the Ivy League
I bought New Balance but I bet that you're faster than me
Run, run, run ,run, run as fast as you can!
Cold and wet
I'm your dog
I took the long way home just to talk to you
Cold and wet
I'm your dog
Even if five years pass,
you're still the star
Hold my hand
Hold my breath
Hold me close
I'm not finished yet
If I fall,
Would you pick me up?
Tell me that you hate me so I can feel alive
You don't have to try you're so much better than me
You're the Athlete
I'm a Rookie
and everyone sees
If I fall,
then it's probably my fault
Tell me why you hate me so I can feel alive
You don't have to try you're so much better than me
You're The Athlete
I'm a Rookie
and your dad sees
I can't go nowhere without you by my side
Hold my hand
Pinch my skin
I know you better than you do and that's my fault.
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11. |
Highland
03:48
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Honor Girl
03:17
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My Old Hoth Parka
03:54
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Yesterday when we were getting high
You were invited, you would've liked it
I said that we could kiss the past goodbye
You weren't excited, theres no way to fight it
What am I afraid of?
This is supposed to be what dreams are made of
People I don't have the time to hang with
Always look at me and say the same thing:
"You promised me you would never change."
I saw a UFO in Holmby Hills
It was exciting
You would've liked it.
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15. |
Pillowhead
06:33
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