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Turn it up, let, let it roar
The sound that you've heard a thousand times before;
Cut,
Learn,
Compile,
Scrapbook style;
Sit back, it's gonna take a while;
Let it out,
Let, Let it bleed,
Wring your throat out till the crowd starts to recede;
Passion,
Fashion,
They don’t go very well;
The more you love it, the less you realize there are better tales to tell;
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Gold-Plated
03:02
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Don't I look glossy,
Oh look I'm so in trend,
Do I look pretty,
Do you like the way I play pretend?;
"This is my passion,
On sale for only 50 bucks",
Rinse and repackage,
And fill my empty void with chucks;
This is my life,
Do you know what it costed,
Another Ballad,
Aren't you exhausted? ;
I'll appeal to how you feel,
And then I'll profit,
Become a burnt out tool
Become a prophet;
(Lose ya common sense,
Move your hips and shake, shake it;
Hook by hook by hook,
Reel 'em in and rake, rake it;
Grind and grip it hard,
This is how I'm gonna treat you right;)
Common desire,
And they all start to lose it
(And I can't get enough)
(Oh, I can't get enough)
The more we're groovin', the more it starts moving away, away, away
It feels like heaven but know it never feels like you'll stay, you'll stay, you'll stay
The more we're groovin', the more it starts moving away, away, away
The more we choose it, the more we start drifting away, away, awaaaaaaay
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3. |
Sunrise
04:36
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Warm sun seeps through the skies
Headspace when the vision starts to blur
Regrets flies past my eyes
Success glow brightly in return
Some days the wallowing gets too cold
But in the end , the pills they end up easier to swallow
Past self isn't great to have around
But my inertia reminds me we have to stay on the ground
I'm gonna go out
(Too late! It's too late to give up now!)
Bright hues on the open field
The upturned goal post sorta makes it seem a bit funnier
I've gotta stop keeping my lips sealed
Breath out, you can get on the right track
My friend, silhouette has got my back
When I couldn't learn to get myself out of my sidetracks
But past self won't risk the same mistakes
But what's an opportunity if there isn't one to take
But past self won't risk the same mistakes
But what's an opportunity if there isn't one to take
I'll try to talk, wear matching clothes
Be someone past self wish he once could have known
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4. |
In Memory
04:11
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Days from your absence and hope's growing thin,
Lost In your essence, regret what I'll miss,
Hasn't happened yet,
Delay what comes next;
Don't leave my bed,
Concrete to lead,
Less commitment and more in dread,
This is my
Personal debt
Keep it in, shout it out
Stand tall, feel the gout
Why can't I
Seem to improve
Maintain this distance so far away from you
I'm tired of just getting by
Don't leave my head
Concrete to lead
Don't go, take back, what I've bled
Friend, please stay friend
...
Let go of me!
This intertwining's just gonna snap what's in between
This isn't the hardest part,
In memory, I'll be a snapshot in your heart;
We're moving on
You can't march along
What we've had never said that it's gone
Keep on, head strong
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5. |
Goose Song
04:03
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Close contact
Move one step
And 8 steps back
In contest
Dishonest
Sleeves, halfway full
Whose anybody to say,
That we're subjected to change,
Ignorance is;
Whose anybody to talk,
In moving out of the flock,
When it's bliss;
Influence
Embossed in
My skull
Bio-etiquette
Fed up with feeding the madness
Why can't I just stay distracted
This is all too much
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo
Whose anybody to say,
That we're subjected to change,
Ignorance is,
Out of touch;
Whose anybody to talk,
In moving out of the flock,
When it's bliss;
Guess I'm wrong
Guess I'm wrong
Was I wrong
Where was I from?
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6. |
'All Good Things...'
05:29
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Wasting my time, caught in limbo
Overthinking reasons on why I am always so alone
Am I on time, was I too slow?
Is it bad that the worry is feeling like home;
There's a moment and space, a time and a place for you,
Think about all of the things I haven't done that I can't do;
Why's it matter?
When the feelings fade away,
The friends I lose, the hairs that turns to gray
I hope my hands don't get so brittle,
I can't hug the ones before they go away
Is this tangent going on for too long
In my failure, I hope I'm not involved!
The shock!
The gall!
To make it happen!
Breathe in
And choke
On disappointment!
Stumble in darkness to see if there's really a light at the end,
When hope is lost and breathing is heavy, you're seeing the shadows and that's when-!
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SHOPLIFTERS Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
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we are:
Daniel Lee
Jonathan Leow
Lee Shi Hau
Emily Ng
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