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Pterodactyl
03:49
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So down on my knees, I almost thought what I could see,
Was almost like a dream to me, so much like a dream to me,
With your shotgun now so clever, backseat drivers live forever
So I choose to choose whatever chooses me, we’ll choose together
Pterodactyl
Tell the morning light, ‘we swore to win in broad daylight’,
Dripping faucet speaks to me, I locked the door and lost my key,
Backed out once or twice before, but I can’t promise anymore,
Or any less than you, unless you do it too
Counting, living, things aren’t what they seem to be, you and me,
Gave a rats ass last time now you’re all but see through,
So nice to meet you,
So nice to meet you
Now you ask me what I know, what I think and how it goes,
Run it by me once again, remember you’re my only friend
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Little Miss Stowaway
04:38
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Hide away, hide away little stowaway, all the thoughts that brought you on,
But after all, all you are is the figure I’ve drawn
On this fog covered window how I wish you were,
Move your mouth to the motions but it’s still my words
The smoke on the screen, it’s choking, and it won’t go away
Like a broken machine I cry little miss stowaway
Hide away, hide away little stowaway, all the cries that rise to swells,
And eyes so weary I can’t even tell
But my heart beating faster than it ever has,
Feel the sweat dripping down through these shaky hands,
I’m losing my grip, it slips a little more today,
When you’re so close to it you forget what needs thrown away
Hide away, hideaway little stowaway, all the thoughts that brought you on,
When you jump ship but I keep sailing on
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Let It Burn
04:29
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Your hand’s the one that struck the match,
careless little sparks, that’s the way it starts
But as the fire began to catch,
My hands throw the one, that keeps this raging on
These flames take all we were,
Love notes and old pictures,
Nothing worth saving let it burn
I’ve seen that fire in your eyes,
Tearing through the past, faces stained with ash
We love to make those embers rise,
All this seems like dust, we always build it up
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Don't Wait Up
04:37
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Don’t we all, we all got reasons,
We all build walls to hide away those demons,
But I can’t take, the way you run
Is it me or them you’re running from?
Come on baby, tell me what’s your rush,
If that’s the way you wanna race your love
Don’t wait up
Don’t we all, draw the line,
You got me tight rope walking on down on mine
But you say time, is going to waste,
But I know I can’t keep up this pace
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When The Wheels Fall Off
03:29
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I won’t cry when the wheels fall off if you’re next to me,
I won’t cry when the wheels fall off if you’re next to me,
Sometimes at night I close my eyes,
Pray that I don’t lose my mind,
No I won’t cry when the wheels fall off if you’re next to me
I don’t mind losing track of time with you next to me,
I don’t mind losing track of time with you next to me,
I love feeling like it’s all too much,
Your hair, your eyes, your kiss, your touch,
No I don’t mind losing track of time with you next to me,
Feel I’ve gotta call out, shout it so loud,
I love how you move when we groove to the music
And hate that you worry, when life’s such a hurry,
And day after day, I find new ways to say
That you’re beautiful
High enough to touch the sky when you’re next to me,
High enough to touch the sky when you’re next to me,
And there’s nothing else I’d rather do,
Then fly away, away with you
Oh I’m high enough to touch the sky when you’re next to me
I won’t cry when the wheels fall off if you’re next to me
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