1. |
Childhood
02:50
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Ride you wagon till it creaks.
Foot impressions that you made in kindergarten
Will protect you while you sleep.
You can play around while I fix up The Garden.
Nothing will hurt you.
I will heal your pain.
Nothing will hurt you.
I will heal your pain.
There's some dirty guys out there,
They will rip and tear and mutilate The Garden.
They don't have someone like me,
They just act all immature and all hardened.
Nothing can hurt you.
Nothing can hurt you.
Nothing can hurt you.
Nothing can hurt you.
Nothing can hurt you.
(now theres nothing to laugh about)
Nothing can hurt you.
(now theres nothing to laugh about)
Nothing can hurt you.
(now theres nothing to laugh about)
Nothing can hurt you.
(now theres nothing to laugh about)
Nothing can hurt you.
(now theres nothing to laugh about)
Nothing can hurt you.
(now theres nothing to laugh about)
Nothing can hurt you.
(now theres nothing to laugh about)
Nothing can hurt you.
(now theres nothing to laugh about)
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2. |
On Your Own
03:12
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You always thought that you were real,
There was no way to hide those bad things that you feel.
Jokes and laughing, all aside.
All you have to do is smile as you hide.
And now you're on you're own
And now you're on you're own
And now you're on you're own
And now you're on you're own
And now you're on you're own
(and there's nothing to laugh about)
And now you're on you're own
(and there's nothing to laugh about)
And now you're on you're own
(and there's nothing to laugh about)
And now you're on you're own
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3. |
THE SMITHS
01:46
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You make me wanna listen to The Smiths.
I loved you but I wish that I didn't.
Remembered what you look like on my way to work.
On my way to work.
You make me wanna listen to my heart.
You make me wanna throw out my art.
You make me wanna throw up on my way to work.
On my way to work.
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4. |
The Smiths, Pt. 2
03:48
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I hate The Smiths
and I hate emotion.
I wanna be alone, I wanna be alone.
I wanna be alone, I wanna be alone.
I hate myself.
I just wish you would hate me.
I wanna be alone, I wanna be alone.
I wanna be alone, I wanna be alone.
I want your love,
But worst of all
I wanna be okay, I wanna be okay.
I feel soil
Falling on my head
Call me when you wish that I was dead.
Call me when you wish that I was dead.
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5. |
Remembering Things
03:23
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Take me
To my inner mind.
Cage me,
Keep me all confined.
Make some excuses,
Keep my calls declined.
Cover my bruises
Put on intertwined again.
Cause I'm done Rememberin' Things.
I'm done Rememberin' Things
I'm done Rememberin' Things
I'm done Rememberin' Things
Rivers flow out of my ears.
My brain will be mush in a couple years.
Tell me I'm Stupid let me have your tears.
Wash it all down with a couple beers.
Cause I'm done Rememberin' Things.
I'm done Rememberin' Things
I'm done Rememberin' Things
I'm done Rememberin' Things
Cause I'm done Rememberin' Things.
I'm done Rememberin' Things
I'm done Rememberin' Things
I'm done Rememberin' Things
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6. |
Nothing to Laugh About
04:39
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They say it's a matter of farewell,
I'd rather lose my mind and keep all my feelings to myself.
Take me out of your inner mind.
I wish you'd spit on me and then tell me 'bout how I'm unkind.
I'm still not over you.
Over you.
Over you.
Over you.
(and theres nothing to laugh about)
(and theres nothing to laugh about)
Over you.
Over you.
Over you.
Tell me to write out some poems
And I'd scream my thoughts on a page just so I could know 'em.
And then I'd write my thoughts with some pen and ink,
and then I'd hang it on the fridge just to see what you think
and you'd say "fuck."
You'd just say "fuck."
They say it's a matter of farewell.
I'd rather lose my mind and keep all my feelings to myself.
I wanna hold on tight but I know I shouldn't,
I wanna feel alright but I know I couldn't .
No I know I couldn't.
I'm still not over you.
Over you.
Over you.
Over you.
(and theres nothing to laugh about)
(and theres nothing to laugh about)
Over you.
Over you.
Over you.
I'm still not over you.
Over you.
Over you.
Over you.
(and theres nothing to laugh about)
(and theres nothing to laugh about)
Over you.
Over you.
Over you.
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7. |
Who will Hold My Head?
02:51
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Yours is the face I see, I see all around.
Yeah you're on my mind
Yeah you're on my mind
Yeah you're on my mind
Whenever I'm feelin' down.
Textin' nothin'
Textin' nothin' talkin' like a clown.
Think I might drop dead in my too big bed
Who will hold my head whenever I'm feelin' down?
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Miguel Vela New York, New York
Moved from Glenside to NY and now I'm trying to make it all happen.
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