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The City Is Mine
02:48
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It’s been a long time but the city, it’s mine
She’s gone. The nightmare is over…
You’re sick of my complaints and I can’t blame you.
We’re covered in scars.
I see your new Band-Aid as you analyze my cast.
Both of which are new and fresh, underneath we’re used and abused.
I wish we’d never met.
It’s been a long time but the city, it’s mine.
She’s gone, she’s finally long gone.
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Noodles
03:23
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My insecurities drove me to become what I am.
But yours hold you down and now you’re screaming in my face.
I know now well what you’re thinking of…
And I’m with everyone and you’re with me tonight.
I want to tell you that I’ll put you in your place but I can’t tame you…
And I don’t know if I’d really want to.
Who am I to say? Who are you gonna be today?
And that’s what’s messed up, I know that I messed up too.
I know you can’t control your face.
I’ll put you in your place,
But I really don’t want to tell you how you’ve hurt yourself again.
I can’t save you and I don’t know if I really want to.
The days when everyone’s so distant.
The moments when I’m running out of energy.
I’ll do the things I love. I’ll make some time for me.
Some time for you, no time for me…
But there’s no time left for us.
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3. |
Soundtrack To Our Lives
02:53
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This isn’t just the soundtrack to our lives.
This is our story, our time.
Let’s take the world by storm, one continent at a time.
These are the memories we made.
Take them home to collect in our suitcase.
I’ll remember the time we fought and clashed our minds.
You thought it was sublime.
And I’ll remember the times we laughed and rocked out hard but…
That’s long gone now.
Some people don’t work well together.
I know that we’re better off if we don’t meet.
The things you said you to me are attacks to my ego- and there ain’t much there.
These are the memories that we made.
I’ll take them home. I’ll collect them then I’ll burn them.
This soundtrack like a little photo album in my mind…
Except it’s always with me.
This is the soundtrack to our:
Lives we live, times we give, years we earn, tears we yearn for, beers we work for…
I’ll always remember these times carved in my memory for all of us to see.
This is the soundtrack to our lives.
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4. |
For The Time Being
03:20
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Been so far away and now it seems like you are dying.
I’m crying out your name with all my might just like when we were fighting. I’m trying.
Don’t wanna hear you yell, don’t wanna hear you scream at me no more.
I can’t move back but know I always will be your son.
You’re just giving me a beating aren’t you?
Push, Shove, I don’t wanna take it out on someone else.
Why have I turned into you, father?
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Blad Kart
03:41
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6. |
You're Not Divorced, Yet
02:06
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You don’t wanna be tied down by me or you or anyone else.
We’re all selfish using each other.
I’m gonna use you. You’re gonna use me.
This won’t be the last time I’ll be abused.
But I’m on edge now, might never see you again.
I’m gonna comfort you through this.
Don’t want to see you hurt yourself again, tonight.
This time we won’t be so toxic no… unlike everyone else that I know.
Okay as just friends, I don’t really know if I can take this kind of freedom, is it freedom? No. I’ll fuck up.
You don’t wanna rush, I jump right in.
You might hurt me, I know we’re just playing.
What makes us think we gotta get hitched?
It’s not my culture but it’s something you say I’d ought to respect.
You’re still a married woman, I’m still grieving in the past.
You can’t stand the things I do. You keep calling. What’s the point?
I don’t know what we’re doing.
This isn’t tragic or romantic.
It’s just lust. There’s no trust. I don’t trust myself.
Do you trust yourself? Where’s your husband?
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7. |
The Jester
06:32
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I don’t give a shit anymore.
I don’t give a fuck anymore.
Not gonna entertain you. Not gonna praise you.
Not gonna be your bitch anymore so fuck you.
Talking never got anyone anywhere I know,
I’m done with that. I’m done with you. I’m sick of networking.
Haven’t I changed, am I really goddamn selfish now?
Just wait and see. Just let me be. Get the fuck outa here.
Got no groove…? Do I got no fucking groove, do I?
Go fuck yourself. You fucking cunt. I’d like to see you do this shit.
Just get me out. You can all burn in hell.
I’m so done with all you people. Go fuck yourself, dick.
I don’t know where you get off thinking.
You fucking dick. You fucking prick.
You make me sick. Go fuck yourself.
You’re such a piece of shit you fucking prick.
Are we friends or are we pretend?
Is this for real? Let’s make a deal.
I’ll do you if you do me, just you and me, I’m real clean.
I’ve no patience for you now.
Just take me away from here, this world, my 30s.
When I was young I would’ve thrown it all away just to be here.
Now I just wanna sit in isolation, all alone.
I left my friends behind, can’t do the things I used to get off on.
Is this what it is to become a man?
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8. |
Boss Battle
04:50
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Second Face, Second Life
04:23
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At just eight months I was sent away.
Now that I’m okay, let me tell you the struggle I faced.
The culture that was erased, I hated my face.
Growing up as an Asian male, easy?
But neither [is] as a female.
[For me], I was asexualized- You, society emphasized.
Easy? No one has it easy.
Don’t tell me that I’m better off.
The first trip home I found I could’ve been French, Australian, or American.
G.O.A.L. and H.O.L.T. are profiting on us and I.N.K.A.S. downright taunted me.
[Adoptee] community stay away from me, incestuous and I know I’ve been tainted.
Phillip Clay could never be okay, when we ourselves play into this.
Easy? No one has it easy.
Don’t tell me that I’m better off. Alright. It’s alright…
It’s all gonna be alright. It’s not gonna be alright.
Now I’m back where I never thought I’d live for long.
I’m in this skin.
All could have been so normal to walk these streets with you.
Is this the place that you met my mother, held her hand? Did you?
Easy? No one has it easy.
Don’t tell me, no, that I’m better off.
Life is now so normalized, a journey that I mapped out in my preteen years… at least my ears.
I know it’s been interesting, the unique way that I’ve seen the years pass, all so fast.
Easy?
Is it prejudice?
Is it harassment?
Is it domestic violence?
Is it in your head?
Is it something I said?
Is it ever easy?
Is it easy?
[All could have] been so normal to walk these streets with you.
Is this the place that you met my mother, held her hand? Did you?
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10. |
Rags And Bones
04:59
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Well, Christ was married on the cross.
My father was married to my mother.
And I am married to a cigarette butt lying in the gutter.
And I am married to a cigarette butt lying in the gutter.
Oh, that's too bad.
Rags and bones, are we finally alone?
White Man, you, you just starting to get the blues.
I said, White Man, you, you just starting to get the blues.
The blues.
Rags and bones, are we finally alone?
The beast has arisen, all sins are forgiven.
The beast has arisen, all sins are forgiven.
In the belly of the beast I shall be released.
In the belly of the beast I shall be released.
She rises, Captain! She rises, Captain!.
If I could choose to believe or not to believe.
You know I would choose not to.
If I could choose to believe or not to believe.
You know I would choose not to.
But I can't choose.
Not to.
Rags and bones, are we finally alone?
Any old rags and bones?
Who would have thought that I would be.
A sailor on the deep blue sea.
Any old rags and bones?
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