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Gregory
02:49
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Gregory why must you punish me?
What's so unsettling, with something we said?
Now it seems you want a rivalry
Bring in the cavalry
You know what we want
But the truth is this
You have become the missed
Among the rest of us so wretched with a heart
Oh Gregory
This is embarrassing
Give us the time of day
And also our song
Maybe we've been searching for relief
When all we get is MIDI, and pepperoni
Integrity, it seems is a dying breed
That ended in misery, and left us for dead
But now you'll be nothing but memories
Gregory why must you punish me?
What's so unsettling, with something we said?
Now it seems you want a rivalry
Bring in the cavalry
You know what we want
But the truth is this
You have become the missed
Among the rest of us so wretched with a heart
Oh Gregory
This is embarrassing
Give us the time of day
And also our song
Give us the time of day
You son of a bitch
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The Van Song
02:55
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The air is turning me cold, you said "It's getting late"
So put me back in the van, I feel a long one coming
You turn your back to the wind, I follow at your heels
And get to wondering how you're buried in my chest so deep
Like it's something whispering
Half the time I wonder if what I do is right
Oh you always say that life isn't what we want
I think you're living a lie, I think you're lying a lot
I've seen enough of the past to know it's cyclical motions
Untied from the tethers of oceans
Half the time I wonder if what I do is right
I'm learning how to say goodbye
Even if it takes the longest time
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Slow Decline
03:12
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I am two parts water one part insulin
Keep it mixed enough and I'm sure we'll be fine
You tell me that you're focused but you're pissed again
And I know this is where we start our slow decline
Noticed that you woke up next to tears again
What does it take to get a taste of who you are?
And maybe I've been bad enough to discipline
But you seem distant now with no one in your bed
Never seen you angrier than yesterday
If you keep up then maybe we have nothing left
Now you can take whatever it is you want from me
I'm not promising you'll get just what you need
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Bruised and Battered
02:59
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All bruised and battered by what's become of me
Not like it matters much to anyone
So I beg for trouble all my uncertainty
Waits for an invitation I could never read
So lie through your teeth
Call me the better man who dreams while he sleeps
He counts all of his blessings, writes to you three times a week
And he's always one to make you reconsider all your faults
Then he tears you into pieces while the world just stands to watch
Don't lie when you speak
Just say what you mean
Don't go, stay with me.
We've come a long, long way
(So treat me good)
To settle on a sinking ship
(I'll never focus)
Oh, I've lost control
All bruised and battered by what's become of me
So I beg for trouble all my uncertainty
Waits for an invitation I could never read
So lie
We've come a long, long way
(So treat me good)
To settle on a sinking ship
(I'll never focus)
Oh, I've lost control
And you know the feeling isn't worth its weight in gold
(I've come a long, long warm to know it never pays when)
Oh, I've lost control
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Graves
02:56
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Oh my golden state, state of mind faded to gray
And as I ran away, I knew what to say
My rabid need for confidence has left me frothing at the mouth, so I spat out someone help me and
felt sorry for myself
But I'll just go and watch the cars pass by my window
I think I'm apathetic or just flat out pathetic
You would know
When I get cold, I'll think of home
Say what you want
Say what you need
My head is a cave
Where I've been digging graves for you and me
My back and forthcoming thoughts shook the words right through my teeth
Where I turned black and blue, looking at you
I just keep thinking that I'm golden that this will make sense when I'm old
But each and every step I take leads me further from the door
When I get cold, I'll think of home
Say what you want
Say what you need
My head is a cave
Where I've been digging graves for you and me
Oh I got the west coast blues
Each and every day I just think of you
Startled by my slight of hand
And how it never fails to come back in the end
I know, I'll end up somewhere in between here and my home
And all I ever hear from you
Is will it be soon
Say what you want
Say what you need
My head is a cave
Where I've been digging graves for you and me
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The Color and Sound Boston, Massachusetts
The Color And Sound is an indie rock band from Boston, Massachusetts. They have released two singles (Hypocrites, 3 Months) and 3 EP's (The Spring Tour EP, Peace of Mind, Hi.).
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