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Conversation Killer
02:58
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Smudged in makeup
Tight cocktail dress
She's the star of the show
Could never be less
Rumors made to hurt
Blue eyes made to hide
And a mouth like a stream
Filled with her lies
She sleeps in every guy's bed
Then puts the blame on her friends
She makes the topics deter
Because it's not about her
She think's she's a plus
But she is not close enough
We want her out of the door
'Cause she's a
Conversation Killer
Tidy mustache with
Shoes that slay
He thinks that Karma Police
Was done by Coldplay
Brought his acoustic
He's got a song to play
And it's Wonderwall
Like it is every day
Whenever he get's the chance
He plugs his film at Sundance
He thinks his mix-tape is fire
Unless of course he's a liar
He think's he's a plus
But he is not close enough
We want him out of the door
'Cause he's a
Conversation Killer
Making us wait
For a song that sucks
Will they leave together
Bet you ten bucks
They just can not shut up
'Cause of that filled up red cup
Stopping the talk because
Their niece can walk
They think they're a plus
But they are not close enough
We want them out of the door
'Cause they are
Conversation Killers
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3. |
Too Long
02:19
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You said goodbye
And yet here
You linger
Taking your time
Out the door
If you leave now
You should know
It's over
I can't hope on
Endlessly
I used to fall for your tricks
But now it's been
Too long
We don't belong
I think about
All that we
Could have had
If we had
Trusted ourselves
You used to fall for my tricks
But now it's been
Too long
We used to make
Us sick
But now our love is gone
We don't belong
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4. |
No Matter What
02:44
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They say that love is a dream
Like from the one in a fairy-tail
Well maybe I could agree
If only I could be with you
You make the gray days bright
Just by hearing your laugh
You're a perfect sight
But you don't seem to notice that
You're perfect to me
You're the only one I see
Won't you stay with me
'Cause I want to
No matter what they say
Another day goes on
You knock yourself back down
I try to keep you strong
'Cause I can't stand to see you fall
You're perfect to me
You're the only one I see
Won't you stay with me
'Cause I want to
No matter what they say
You're perfect to me
You're the only one I see
Won't you stay with me
'Cause I want to
No matter what
You're perfect to me
You're the only one I see
Won't you stay with me
'Cause I love you
No matter what they say
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Never failed to draw a crowd
Whispers followed his wake
No one could believe the sight
Of the man who walked through that day
No one in the town
Had seen anything like him
A month into his service
In the night there was an attack
His master had been killed
So he took up his blade
And went with the king's son
Went out to claim his revenge
Word had come that he'd fallen
It couldn't be believed
Especially after the news
Of a mystery gunman
Matching the warrior's description
For Yasuke survived
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DPM (Heartbeat)
03:30
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Could you hear me
When I said it
That I loved you
Back when I thought I did
Could you feel it
My heartbeat
Thumpin' louder
When you kissed me
When she walked in
Did you see me
When she smiled
Did you skip a beat
Long hair down
Pink bikini
But one mistake
She wouldn't betray me
Sorry doesn't cure stray eyes
Like when I left you told me that you missed mine
You were the drum playing off your heartbeat
Did it beat for her or was it beating for me
Two hours
Three pickup lines
Getting a feel for her
While saying that you're mine
'What's your number?'
She catches on
One strike out
Two girls gone
Sorry doesn't cure stray eyes
Like when I left you told me that you missed mine
You were the drum playing off your heartbeat
Did it beat for her or was it beating for me
One spring day
Weeks later
You promised
You'd forget her
Damage done
You were beggin'
But our love, babe,
Is flat linin'
Sorry doesn't cure stray eyes
Like when I left you told me that you missed mine
You were the drum playing off your heartbeat
Does it beat for her or did it break for me
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7. |
Cold War Fashion
04:42
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Speak up for yourself
For others can't help you now
War will come to the door
Breaking walls meant to keep them out
The war has begun
Grab your guns and get in line
They will leave you in shreds
And force you to leave your side
Gunshots
Echo
All through my head
Bullets
Filling
The air with pure dread
Soldiers
Fading
Into the blackness
Fighting
This war
Against our madness
Stand your ground
As the enemy marches up
Fire on my command
Hoping one man can light them up
Gunshots
Echo
All through my head
Bullets
Filling
The air with pure dread
Soldiers
Fading
Into the blackness
Fighting
This war
Against our madness
Memories scatter the floor
Left to bask in the sun
Rubble left from defeat
Plastic shields against roaring guns
Gunshots
Echo
All through my head
Bullets
Filling
The air with pure dread
Soldiers
Fading
Into the blackness
Fighting
This war
Against our madness
Gunshots
Echo
All through my head
Bullets
Filling
The air with pure dread
Soldiers
Fading
Into the blackness
Fighting
This war
Against our madness
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Ballistic Pineapples Arlington, Texas
Formed in Arlington, Texas, these six musicians have been playing together in some form since 2014, and have recently started writing. You can find their videos on their YouTube channel, and keep up with them on social media.
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