1. |
Wake Up
04:30
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I, I know you got rights
That’s not very hard
Ya tell me all the time
You won’t give up that fight
Writing in the dark
Shouting at the blind
Everybody falls apart, apart on the weekend
Everybody falls apart, apart in my arms
Wake up, wake up
Why are you not hearin’ me
Wake up, wake up
Why are you not hearing me
Oooo
You’re wasting time
You mess up all your lines
Feedback in your ear
Spotlight in your eye
Everybody falls apart, apart on the weekend
Everybody falls apart, apart in my arms
Now we gotta go
We were wasting all our time
We were all trying
We weren’t getting very far
Now we gotta go
Now we gotta go
Cuz we’re all wakin’ up
All this light, shinin’ in our eyes
Everybody falls apart, everybody falls apart
Everybody falls apart, apart, apart
Are you not here
Are you not listening
Are you not here
Are you not listening
Ooohhhh
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2. |
English Guarantees
05:17
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Leave it all to me, don’t you worry
These people tend to be in a hurry
I’ll take it all from here, you can count on me
What do ya say, little one?
I don’t really know what you’re pulling
Your eagerness to please them is boring
I’d rather have my hand on the dirty wheel
Don’t you say ‘little one’.
The papers say we disagree
On all our English Guarantees
Now watch our shapes roll by
You were away
Over the ocean
They came to say we had a hell of a problem
But Dear, that’s our way
We’ll make it hurt till the nationals run
Holding the crown to their heads till it’s done.
Innocence is hardly a virtue
Listen to a king with a curfew?
Gotta let me be who I’ve gotta be,
Can’t you see, little one?
The Telegraph, it wasn’t adoring
That mercenary plea to your warning
You’d sacrifice the ship for the mooring, oh,
Don’t you see, little one?
The papers say we disagree
On all our English Guarantees
Now watch our shapes roll by
You were away
Over the ocean
They came to say they had a hell of a problem
But Dear, that’s our way
We’ll make it hurt till the nationals run
Holding the crown to their heads till it’s done.
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3. |
Fire
03:38
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We were sittin’ out by the fire
With ashes on our tongue
Lighting up the treetops
We were bored of having fun
The writing on the wall, it was there all along
But I couldn't read you
The shadows brought you there
With a blank in your stare
Why'd I believe you?
I guarded you through the darkness
But you...
Don’t remember me
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4. |
Palm Reading
03:52
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5. |
Holiday
04:01
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Fialta San Luis Obispo, California
We are David, Beth, Mike and Sarah --four best friends making pop music in California.
New album out Jan 1st, 2021!
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