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Envy on the Coast Album


Envy on the Coast (11/07/2006)
11/07/2006
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I'm cynical, they say...
Petrified, maybe.
Disgusted by his ways,
A conscious is clear and I fear it is free to betray
Premeditated crime,
He plans and drinks until it's time
A crutch to use upon his prey,
She didn't know, it's not the way to love
And I will judge a book by its cover
Because you know it's all we have
And I will judge a book by its cover
So break my binding, and tear my paper, just leave a page to sign your name.
It's evident today,
And the evidence lays awake,
Regretting her last drink,
Drank her way to the bed and she said go ahead with a wink.
Justifies his ways,
And he can't look at her face
He utters those three words
She's oblivious but tomorrow she will learn.
Don't worry I can keep a secret
Don't worry he can keep a secret
Don't worry,
Come on now doll you know you've got a secret

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It's a quarter past four
I packed my bags with less things than we hold in conversation,
If that's even possible.
I wish it weren't true, but the fact that I could write this song,
and you can't speak a word… it's why…
You're not my baby.
Oh Baby, and maybe,
I'm crazy, yeah.
I don't want to have to write,
Don't want to have to write to you
But you made me.
You made me, because you never changed.
I think I'll move somewhere inviting,
where my heart is not being lied to,
‘Cause I'll keep on trying.
But you can't change anyone, so put that smile behind your lack of effort,
it's the only thing that shows anyway.
It's why…
You'll never change

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Temper, temper
I never wanted to be
Temper, temper
I never wanted to be
Mr., Mr.
I can't hold it in.
No...
Never, never
I had a feeling this would
Never, never
I had a feeling this would never leave,
I've got a wick to burn my skin.
So I bottled it up and kept the words to myself
and let the anger collect for a better day.
When the words are aged,
The war is waged,
And you'll watch me blow.
I can be your powder keg.
If you can be my fuse.
Clever, clever
Give me a reason to be
Clever, clever
Give me a reason to be
Placing all my trust in your hands.
No...
Never, never
Don't even fuck with me,
Never, never
I tell myself that I know,
but I'll never know more than your name.
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't worry doll,
I only kill him in my sleep.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock at your door.
You know I will send him out to sea

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31 days to wreck your plastic face.
And it's a disgrace to think I shook the hand that feeds this race.
So open up, open up like a Russian doll.
You're the same, you're the same as the next one.
Don't you dare run.
I've been doing that for years.
Look at my face,
Does it smile and say "I'm okay"?
Cause there's blood on your face
And that's just a taste...
I want black and blues, I want black and blues.
Look at my face...
Does it smile and say "I'm okay"?
You cross my path
And taste the words that you waste.
I'll take it to the grave.
Your word.
31 days comes with 31 ways to picture your face on the floor beneath me.
So take your best shot, Oh,you think you've got me now.
You've got blood drops.
And your swollen, and I'm wondering
When you're gonna...make your move.
Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde
Dr. Jeckyl missed his flight.
Dr. Jeckyl, Dr. Jeckyl.
I want black and blues

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Bathroom stalls and backseats
Roadside motels is where they'll meet
Will they ever learn?
Clothes hit the floor before you blink
Here naked heart begins to sink
Forget her name with one more drink.
Will they ever learn?
He's gone before the morning
You're never gonna see the dawning
Of this beautiful day.
My baby's eyes, they don't lie
They got what you've been trying to find,
And we found it on the way.
So did the thought cross your mind?
That there is something more to life
Than bed sheets and blankets full of lies.
Five to one, to five to one, to one to five.
The lies, the lust, the trust, the random loveless fucks
The lust, the lust, the lust, the lust, the lust.
The shorter the skirt, the greater the fame

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