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My Recovery Injection (Radio Edit)
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4:13 |
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I've been waitin on the overdrive.
Slick and polished on the inside.
It ruins feeding time.
I'll recover in an empty room.
In remission from a real mood.
Sit down, fuck-up, and wait your turn.
Why can't we hide, our secret lives?
Why can't we climb, this useless height?
You hide your time, so well.
Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
You hide your scars, so well.
I'll recover if you want me to.
Dig my way out of my black mood.
Wait for the sun to fade.
Why can't we hide, our useless lives?
You hide your time, so well.
Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
You hide your scars, so well.
You hide your time, so well.
Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
You hide your scars, so well.
And nothing matters anymore. [x6]
(You...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Say...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Nothing...) And nothing matters anymore.
(You...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Say...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Nothing...) And nothing matters anymore.
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02. |
Its Always The Quiet Ones
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2:58 |
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Embrace me
Throw your arms around me
Let's pretend our troubles make us happy
Let's make-believe
Let's make-believe
It's raining knives and daggers
Run for your life
Slaughter me
Throw your claws around me
It certainly won't make us happy
Let's make-believe
Let's make-believe
It's raining knives and daggers
Run for your life
Take the right step
Take the right step
Take the right step
It's raining knives and daggers
Run for your life
Take the right step
Take the right step
Take the right step or you'll die
Take the right step
Take the right step
Take the right step or you'll die
Take the right step
Take the right step
Take the right step
Take the right step
Take the right step
Take the right step
Take the right step
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03. |
Corfu
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6:30 |
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Being bored isn't your fault
Staying bored is though
Say hi to God for me I'm haemorrhaging
My end make me son good for you
Being bored isn't my fault
Staying bored is though
Say hi to God for me I'm haemorrhaging
My end make me son good for you
Well you won the death the laughter and the pain(always)
Years of laughter and the blossom beaches
Near the sand
I will return with tales of wonder
Tears of laughter and the blossom beaches
Near the sand
I will return with tales of wonder
Hoping that you will cease being angry with me
Is there anyone here?
Is there anyone here?
Is there anyone aware?
I'll pick you a new scab
Saw the light against the pain
I'm standing very near you
Saw the light against the rain
I'm standing very near you
Confess to the system at work here
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DVD |
01. |
My Recovery Injection (Video)
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4:13 |
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I've been waitin on the overdrive.
Slick and polished on the inside.
It ruins feeding time.
I'll recover in an empty room.
In remission from a real mood.
Sit down, fuck-up, and wait your turn.
Why can't we hide, our secret lives?
Why can't we climb, this useless height?
You hide your time, so well.
Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
You hide your scars, so well.
I'll recover if you want me to.
Dig my way out of my black mood.
Wait for the sun to fade.
Why can't we hide, our useless lives?
You hide your time, so well.
Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
You hide your scars, so well.
You hide your time, so well.
Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
You hide your scars, so well.
And nothing matters anymore. [x6]
(You...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Say...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Nothing...) And nothing matters anymore.
(You...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Say...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Nothing...) And nothing matters anymore.
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02. |
The Making Of... (Photo Gallery)
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7" Vinyl |
01. |
My Recovery Injection (Radio Edit)
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4:13 |
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I've been waitin on the overdrive.
Slick and polished on the inside.
It ruins feeding time.
I'll recover in an empty room.
In remission from a real mood.
Sit down, fuck-up, and wait your turn.
Why can't we hide, our secret lives?
Why can't we climb, this useless height?
You hide your time, so well.
Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
You hide your scars, so well.
I'll recover if you want me to.
Dig my way out of my black mood.
Wait for the sun to fade.
Why can't we hide, our useless lives?
You hide your time, so well.
Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
You hide your scars, so well.
You hide your time, so well.
Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
You hide your scars, so well.
And nothing matters anymore. [x6]
(You...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Say...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Nothing...) And nothing matters anymore.
(You...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Say...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Nothing...) And nothing matters anymore.
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02. |
Diary of Always (Acoustic)
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3:40 |
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(I just wish we all could betray)
I'm the one distinctly plain to you, for a solemn glance is another hopeful taste
Did you wish for your pain? Did you wish for your pain?
Wish I could have faltered, wish I could have changed
I'm the one distinctly plain to you, for a solemn glance is another hopeful taste
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