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Caroline
03:23
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Caroline’s angry cause her man is spent
Relapse post relapse, his souls warped and bent
She’s written to her mother and the letters been sent
Off to the station, on a train off she went
There's no justice no more, not while he is still alive
There's no justice no more for
Caroline, Where did you run to?
Caroline, Your silence speaks volume
Caroline, Where did you go?
I’ve been a mess since the night through the hole in the fence
Caroline’s angry cause her man is spent
Relapse post relapse, his souls warped and bent
She’s written to her mother and the letters been sent
Off to the station, on a train off she went
There's no justice no more, not while he is still alive
There's no justice no more for
Caroline, Where did you run to?
Caroline, Your silence speaks volume
Caroline, Where did you go?
I’ve been a mess since the night through the hole in the fence
Caroline
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2. |
Birdcage
02:51
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All in all, I was the one that brought it down
There’ll be more, there's many more of us around
But I’m the one,
I’m the one that’s all yours
Get back with me
Get back with me
I miss the light,
the dark is puts me in a rage
Devoid of flight
I am bird locked in a cage
I said I’m the one,
I’m the ones that’s all yours
Get back with me
Get back with me
All in all, I was the one that brought it down
There’ll be more, there's many more of us around
But I’m the one,
I’m the one that’s all yours
Get back with me
Get back with me
GET BACK WITH ME
GET BACK WITH ME
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3. |
Gone In The Morning
03:38
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Gone in the morning x 4
Lust on the spare bed
A blood rush to the head
The skin line is flushed, heavy breathing
The morning comes screaming
Gone in the morning x 4
Dancing in the corridor
Black dress on the red floor
Cigarettes and Whiskey
She wont break me
Gone in the morning x 10,000
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4. |
Leros
05:00
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5. |
Hide Your Face
02:45
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I cant be the one that walks away
I cant be the one that walks away
I know what I did
and I know what you all are going to say
You wont have to hide your face
Won’t ever leave this place
You wont have to hide your face
Won’t ever leave this place
I’m guilty, I hate me, I love you
I’m guilty, I hate me, I love you
I’m guilty, I hate me, I love you
I’m guilty, I hate me, I love you
All last night I kept my demons at bay
All last night I kept my demons at bay
But It’s too late
I know that she’s gone away
You wont have to hide your face
Won’t ever leave this place
You wont have to hide your face
Won’t ever leave this place
I’m guilty, I hate me, I love you
I’m guilty, I hate me, I love you
I’m guilty, I hate me, I love you
I’m guilty, I hate me, I love you
I’m guilty, I hate me, I love you
I’m guilty, I hate me, I love you
I’m guilty, I hate me, I love you
I’m guilty, I hate me, I love you
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6. |
Drunk Again.End To End
03:09
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There's a rope around my neck
There's a rope around my neck
Tie the knot and then jump off
There's a rope around my neck
It’s the only way I know
It’s the only way I know
Drunk again. End to End.
It’s the only way I know
That dreams come back again
That fucking dreams come back again
And I know I’ve lied and I know I’ve died
But that dreams come back again
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7. |
Might As Well Be Hell
02:56
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