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Lost Again
03:09
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Love is a weird and stupid thing, when you're caught in its web.
A picture screams a thousand words and you can only speak one.
Imagination's a higher feel but reality knocks you down.
That's how I felt when I lost you.
Bad luck, bad love, I know it's lost again.
Down payment harmony, I know it's lost again.
Low life last night, I know it's lost again.
Don't wear your heart on your sleeve, I know it's lost again.
Say, say yes and say, say no it's tug of war of the soul.
Door on the left shy theater girl and on the right wild Russian whore.
Arrogant, stupid, advantage what a freaking bore.
Hello there Miss Annie or should I say St. Vincent oh.
Bad luck, bad love, I know it's lost again.
Down payment harmony, I know it's lost again.
Low life last night, I know it's lost again.
Don't wear your heart on your sleeve, I know it's lost again.
Oh you know you're gonna lose some time.
So you better take it while you can.
Bad luck, bad love, I know it's lost again.
Down payment harmony, I know it's lost again.
Low life last night, I know it's lost again.
Don't wear your hear on your sleeve, I know it's lost again.
Lost again, lost again, lost again, lost again.
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2. |
The Ghost
03:46
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Brown purple irises looking at summer rain.
Dancing at moonlight something that's always the same.
Hopelessly dreaming of something that's outta my sight.
Rip it up, tear it out robyn is flying about.
Disect all those beautiful colors.
What stories do they tell in the way, I heard them say.
Don't look at me and think that you're saved by the ghost tonight.
Don't look at me and think that you're saved by the ghost tonight.
Cause that's not me.
Wonderful movements of running with poice and grace.
Mixed up confusion of wanting something or away.
Know that I shouldn't think about all this time.
Don't care least what I'm saying isn't a dime.
Disect all those beautiful colors.
What stories do they tell in the way, I heard them say.
Don't look at me and think you're saved by the ghost tonight.
Don't look at me and think you're saved by the ghost tonight.
Cause that's not me.
Wish I can say every endless phrase wish I can say every note.
Wish I can say all the words in my head but I know my voice is broke.
Disect all those beautiful colors.
What stories do they tell in the way, I heard them say.
Don't look at me and think that you're saved by the ghost tonight.
Don't look at me and think that you're saved by the ghost tonight.
Cause that's not me.
Don't look at me and think that you're saved by the ghost tonight.
Don't look at me and think that you're saved by the ghost tonight.
Cause that's not me.
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3. |
Weird (Is Beautiful)
04:15
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Judging broken systems, what's wrong with it today.
Observing brown eyed fixtures, lost in my own haze.
Jokes that lead to connection, one voice that falls flat.
Build up and break down all the answers to anxiety night.
To all the so called elite people stop looking out, because weird is beautiful.
To the POI I'm looking listen to me now, because weird is beautiful.
Who is a real person, being with heart and soul.
Judging of former flames, what a pity show.
Misjudging blackouts, think we're all so weak.
But we got something that you lack and that's creativity.
To all the so called elite people stop looking out, because weird is beautiful.
To the POI I'm looking listen to me now, because weird is beautiful.
To all the so called elite people stop looking out, because weird is beautiful.
To the POI I'm looking listen to me now, because weird is beautiful.
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4. |
Wasted Love
04:37
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You've been hiding for quite sometime.
You've been searching in the haunted moonlight.
A wasted love, a wasted love.
Aiming high and aiming low.
You got a part of me stuck in your soul.
A wasted loved, a wasted love, a wasted love, a wasted love.
Get lost and afraid, something you never know.
Hit it to the core never know, never know, never know.
You've been hearing from the wrong kind.
You should listen to something of mine.
A wasted love, a wasted love.
Winding up another stupid old line.
Square jaw and blues eye shallow all the time.
A wasted love, a wasted love, a wasted love, a wasted love.
Spirits going grey, beat down of the soul.
Tell me, tell me what's the truth of it all.
Get lost and afraid, something you never know.
Hit it to the core never know, never know, never know.
A wasted love, a wasted love, a wasted love, a wasted love.
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Tony Lio Pennington, New Jersey
Singer-songwriter from Pennington, New Jersey who specializes in the genres of alternative rock, proto-punk and indie rock.
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