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Bad Habits
02:00
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A little older
A little past the quarter
Shit, I thought by now I'd be as wise as my father
Time keeps slipping into the shadows
Just sit back and relax and open that bottle
I guess I didn't get the memo
So we tried too hard to make this demo
Let's raise our drinks now
Come on let's toast it
For tonight we drink for the dreams that we dusted
For me I thought life wasn't so hard
So I started it all with the riff of the guitar
Let's raise our drinks now
Come on let's toast it
For tonight we drink for the dreams that we dusted
A little older
A little past the quarter
Shit, I thought by now I'd be as wise as my father
Time keeps slipping into the shadows
Just sit back and relax and open that bottle
For once I thought I could break the pattern
So I guess I'll settle for unspoken babbles
Let's raise our drinks now
Come on let's toast it
For tonight we drink for the dreams that we dusted
A little older
A little past the quarter
Shit, I thought by now I'd be as wise as my father
Time keeps slipping into the shadows
Just sit back and relax and open that bottle
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More Bad Habits
01:40
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Forgetting this place and everyone in it
Why do I let them get under my skin?
I don't get it
I thought I'd never regret it
But I got anger and hatred pent up inside of me
I know its much easier not to notice
For you not to see
(bad habits are killing me)
So you carve the apple from my eyes
You give me a chance to grow
So you can butcher me down
But I won’t fall apart
In your cluttered web of lies
(bad habits are killing you)
You tried feeding me your venom
And see how well that worked out
If I would’ve known better
I would’ve been gone by now
Bad habits will kill you tonight
Bad habits will kill you tonight
Bad habits will kill you tonight
Bad habits will kill you tonight
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High School Sweetheart
03:33
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We walked through the pissy streets of LA
Not a care in the world
What they think or say
I remember when you held my hand
It was shaky, oh yeah
I denied the things that I was feeling inside
It was easier to lie, than to admit we could try
I just want you to know and I think that I’m sure
That I don’t want to burn my bridges
Take me back where everything started
Talk to me like you haven’t before
Please pretend just once that we are as in love
Like we used to be back in high school
When you were my high school sweetheart(x4)
I’m sorry things didn’t turn how you wanted
The hearts that were once are dead
And are left unhearted
I’m sorry to dump all this shit on you
Honestly is there something else I can do?
I fucked it up
I fucked us up
I let everything slip from my hands
You fucked it up
You fucked us up
You let everything slip from your hands
Take me back where everything started
Talk to me like you haven’t before
Please pretend just once that we are as in love
Like we used to be back in high school
When you were my high school sweetheart (x4)
I’ll be dammed if I let things get so cold
Fix myself just to patch this hole
Honestly do you think we can start this over?
When I’ve seen it happen a million times before
High school sweetheart (x4)
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Newports
02:16
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These are Not Half Bad's lyrics, Tanya sings a few things slightly differently, but if you sing along at the show, no one judge you or Tanya for not singing the same thing.
I'm left with my lobotomy, lost dreams of teenage piracy
to scour night time city streets for benefits for all to reap
and all of us and in all our scores, we'd run the streets,
they'd lock their doors, we're not a stop or detour, we'd take their world over.
And when its summer I'll smoke and choke and work on cancer
when they all leave I'll sleep all fucking winter
but when the sun does rise, I'll open up my eyes
and start the day.
I woke up an adult today at a loss for the things to say
and I think and try to start I'm found here all these worlds apart
on city streets in awe and stunned in burning heat of revolution and as age
makes one older why can't we start this over?
And when its summer I'll smoke and choke and work on cancer
when they all leave I'll sleep all fucking winter
but when the sun does rise I'll open up my eyes
and start the day.
I only smoke Newports
I only drink Mexican Coke
I only surround myself with people that the world's lost all hope.
When I'm at my end and I'm surrounded by these friends
Well then I'll look back at my life and know it was no fucking joke.
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Sign Below
02:20
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It’s hard to start from the bottom to the top
When all I wanted was to survive
And all these friends of mine
That were there along the lines
When I almost hit rock bottom
So I set my eyes real wide
And I’ll gasp this breathe so tight
Cause I’ll get to see tomorrow
But I guess you’ll never know
When the cracks begin to show
And if you do please sign below
And I’ll stand here ’till the end
With the time that’s left my hands
Don’t dare tell me what is right
Because I’m not willing to bend
I guess this is a way of an apology
But I never lost the hope of faith you have in me
So I wonder if you’ll know
If our scars begin to show
And if you do please sign below
And I’ll stand here ’till the end
With the time that’s left my hands
Don’t dare tell me what is right
Because I’m not willing to bend
I close my eyes shut
The doors never opened
We’ve lost all our hope
We weren’t the ones broken
So I wonder if you know
That our hearts are getting cold
And if you do please sign below
And as I get older
There are things I cannot see
So I try to start a new path
To know where I want to be
So I go to all these places
With vaguely familiar faces
And right there at that moment
I know where I want to be
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The Newports Los Angeles, California
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