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Deleted Scenes
03:14
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If we're not made of more than the sum of our parts
Then there's nothing to fight for, to tell us apart
From the soul of an animal stuck outside in the rain
So there must be a secret, one I can’t see
A special invisible thing inside me
You’ve got one too, everyone knows that it's there
But some of us use it to make more than just thoughts & prayers
I wanna see under the skin, between the lines of the state that we're in
Play me all the deleted scenes, mistakes & lies
& all the hidden meanings
Show me the view behind the stage door
I crawl on my knees on the cutting room floor
Filtering flaws, I'm begging for more
I just want to know what everything's for
I know it sounds mad, to believe in a thing
That can't be detected by measuring
One day they'll find it and then you'll see that I'm right
Until then, I just try to live my life in the light
I wanna see under the skin, between the lines of the state that we're in
Play me all the deleted scenes, mistakes & lies
& all the hidden meanings
Show me the view behind the stage door
I crawl on my knees on the cutting room floor
Filtering flaws, I'm begging for more
I just want to know what everything's for
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The Ghost of Mistakes
03:37
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Tell me about you before me
all of the things you wanted to be
and how you’ll never be none of it now
with me around weighing you down
With my lie-like words sung on a line
tried to believe in reason & rhyme
For all the good it did for me then
lost everything & started again
Haunting my house, the ghost of mistakes
at least I can do the work that it takes
Made up my mind to be who I am
living my life best as I can
If that's asinine, it's all I can do
I'd rather try, fail & lose
Than give up now & feather a nest
with everything needed for a comfortable death
Sorry, you said how I could help
something about taking you out
Stuck in here with me all the time
is enough to drive anyone out of their mind
Come on, let's go for a ride
or wander the streets, or follow the tide
So, here’s to new beginnings, they're rare like happy endings
Maybe make ourselves one up and see how long our luck can last
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Speaking of Guns
02:10
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Never say the word ‘gun’ in the opening line, if you don’t plan to fire it by the end
Empty words & pointless rhymes, I'm only asking for a friend
A stake in the game, a dog in the fight, a snake in the grass, the stars in the night
I made all this up, it means nothing to me & I don't die inside when when everyone leaves
Of course, that's a lie, every words real & I fill up my songs with things I can feel
I bleed on the floor, there's more blood on the walls, I bled myself dry as I shot through the halls
There's comfort in here & when closing time comes, I'll taste every drink at the bar
Made my mark, down in the dark, raise a glass to the scars
I said the word gun in my opening line, but I won't have to fire it 'til I'm done
So I push my luck, listen for signs and maybe that day never comes
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Imagine a mirror that remembers what you see
That knows you & reminds you every time you forget things
Plays back your every moment in glorious detail
A glass that finds you empty when you're trying to learn to sail
Reflecting smoke & mirrors, breathing fire & ice
Collecting cold confessions, I can't believe my eyes
For every ghost I caught another's flown away, so
Look out for the light & shade of every night & day
Well, that's what memories like, a crueller camera lens
There's a way to turn the tide & make it make more sense
A red light in a darkroom, a flare on the sun
The mark of something wild that you capture when it comes
Reflecting smoke & mirrors, breathing fire & ice
Collecting cold confessions, I can't believe my eyes
For every ghost I caught another's flown away, so
Look out for the light & shade of every night & day
Reflecting smoke & mirrors, breathing fire & ice
Collecting cold confessions, I can't believe my eyes
For every ghost I caught another's flown away, so
Look out for the light & shade of every night & day
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A Place Like Home
02:27
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This hotel room hums, so there’s no way I can sleep
At least I can hide my head away from the company I keep
Down in here, when it's only you,
Shade finds a way to turn every green light blue
However far you've come, when there's nowhere left to be
When you've made a bed you can't lie in let alone sleep
That empty hollow echo in your bones
You’re lucky just to have somewhere to go
Spend the whole night talking to your phone
Where everyone seems to have a place like home
It doesn't mean they do, it's just words to say
somehow a strangers likes make some things seem ok
For someone to know me, however far away
For anyone to care about how long I might stay
That empty hollow echo in my bones
I'm lucky just to have somewhere to go
Spend the whole night talking to my phone
Maybe one day I'll find a place like home
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