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Someone Else
04:12
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You’re standing on the edge again you’ve got nowhere to go
And the bottom aint down far enough when rock bottom is the goal
No medicine is strong enough when you’re this sick and tired
It all just feels so empty
So uninspired
Be someone else
You wanna be someone else
Let’s face it because you can’t be yourself
Be someone else
You wanna be someone else
Let’s face it because you can’t be yourself
You’re sinking with the ship again you’re trapped under the ice
There aint no point in looking if you can’t play the price
When the person in the mirror is someone you despise
A specter looking back at you and you can’t meet their eyes
Be someone else
You wanna be someone else
Let’s face it because you can’t be yourself
Be someone else
You wanna be someone else
Let’s face it because you can’t be yourself
You wanna be someone else
You wanna be someone else
Be someone else
You wanna be someone else
Let’s face it because you can’t be yourself
Be someone else
You wanna be someone else
Let’s face it because you can’t be yourself
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2. |
Never Leaving
03:04
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When the floor begins to creak
And you’re woken from your sleep
To be taken far away
Somewhere dark for you to lay
You’re all alone
All skin and bone
When he’s away
The mouse will play
Don’t be scared I’ll come for you
Through the smog and toxic fume
We can make our great escape
Cut through binds of rope and tape
You’re all alone
All skin and bone
When he’s away
The mouse will play
Sticks and stones and broken bones my best friend is misery
Sticks and stones and broken bones my best friend is misery
You’re all alone
All skin and bone
When he’s away
The mouse will play
Will play
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3. |
Cannonball
03:13
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On an ocean you lay fast asleep
And you don’t know what lies beneath
The waters that are sure to rise
To swallow up your blackened eyes
You take aim with your cannonball and rip right through me
In your crosshairs aint no place to be
Take hold
I can’t get it out of my head
Let go
I’d pull you out if I could
Take hold
And I would not choose to forget
If I could
No longer can you hear them speak
The secrets that were yours to keep
Your tolerance is wearing thin
Like the band aids on your worn out skin
You take aim with your cannonball and rip right through me
In your crosshairs aint no place to be
Take hold
I can’t get it out of my head
Let go
I’d pull you out if I could
Take hold
And I would not choose to forget if I could
Hold your head up above the water
Hold you head up above the water
Take hold
I can’t get it out of my head
Let go
I’d pull you out if I could
Take hold
And I would not choose to forget if I could
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4. |
Fantasy
02:28
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They hang their crosses in the night
They hope that they might save your life
With match and flame they set alight
You hope that they might spare your life
It won’t save you
It won’t save you
So what you gonna do?
We wear our hearts out on our sleeves
We watch them beat out burn and bleed
We spend our lives down on our knees
Looking for something to appease
We live a full blown fantasy
But baby that’s alright by me
We live a full blown fantasy
But baby that’s alright by me
It won’t save you
It won’t save you
So what you gonna do?
We better get gone
Been here for too long
We better get gone
It won’t save you
It won’t save you
So what you gonna do?
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5. |
Death
00:40
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My friend I know you feel it too
That bad moon rising, up and through.
You no longer need to waste your breath
Each morning calling out for death
Cos one day death comes calling out to you.
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6. |
Social Vampires
02:44
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Close your eyes
Shut them tight
Bite your tongue
Bide your time
Don’t look down
Cus you might find
Unlucky lovers fall from love to death tonight
As clouded breath escapes to sky
See social vampires take flight
A paper heart cut down to size
By words as dull as second prize or plastic knives
But what can you do he says he’d never lie to you
What can you do he swears he’s telling you the truth
Close your eyes
Shut them tight
Bite your tongue
Bide your time
Don’t look down
Cus you might find
Unlucky lovers fall from love to death tonight
He thought of love as just a game
One that you’ll never play again
Like pictures hung in ageing frames
Familiar face, forgotten name
The shame remains
But what will you do now that you’re burdened with the proof
What will you do now that the sucker here is you
What sharp teeth you have my dear
That deep blue stare the perfect snare
And now you cannot get away away away
From this woven web of shit you’re in so deep it makes you sick
From roses red to pavement grey
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7. |
Make You Better
02:38
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You make your bed and you lay in it every night
Dirty sheets and a badly lit fluorescent light
Sweet dreams they never seem to come to you
A broken record and you’re never playing nothing new
And every day is exactly like the day before
Your absent mind lying dormant on your messy floor
You’re on the line but its never gonna help you out
Just admit that its something you could do without
You don’t wanna know
That what you reap is what you sow
But we both know
That it could make you better
You don’t wanna know
That what you reap is what you sow
But we both know
That it could make you better
You make your mark but you never get your timing right
And I’m convinced that its only ever out of spite
The outside world is never gonna let you in
Not when the veins that are feeding it are wearing thin
And every day is exactly like the day before
Your absent mind lying dormant on your messy floor
And every step is a step that you don’t wanna take
Too bad the bed that you lie in is the one you make
You don’t wanna know
That what you reap is what you sow
But we both know that it could make you better
You don’t wanna know
That what you reap is what you sow
But we both know
That it could make you better
Cus you don’t wanna know
You don’t wanna know
But it could make you better
It could make you better
It could make you better
It could make you better
It could make you better
It could make you better
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Blame on me
I’m sick of trynna find my way with all the lights turned out
So I’ve just given up and now I’m really just hanging out
How can we be cool when you’ve got a bone to pick with me?
Well I guess we’ll see
You’re hard work you get me down
You’re hard work you get me down
You always put the blame on me
Blame on me
Bad Company
You’re like a puppet with the eyes sewn shut and strings cut through
And I refuse to be blindsided lying next to you
You’re like a pack of cards that’s crumbling with each move you make
And I refuse to clean up after all of your mistakes
You’re like a paper cut that lingers long and just won’t heal
And no amount of time will make you fade and disappear
And you’re not guilty cus you cannot change what you don’t know
Well I don’t buy that so I’m sorry but you’ll have to go
Same old story round and round
You wanna a piece of me but you’re bad company
So you will never again never again
You wanna piece of me but you’re bad company
And you won’t let me be no you won’t
You’re like a puppet with the eyes sewn shut and strings cut through
And I refuse to be blindsided lying next to you
You’re like a pack of cards that’s crumbling with each move you make
And I refuse to clean up after all of your mistakes
You wanna a piece of me but you’re bad company
So you will never again never again
You wanna piece of me but you’re bad company
And you won’t let me be no you won’t
You’ll have to go
You’ll have to go
You’ll have to go
You wanna a piece of me but you’re bad company
So you will never again never again
You wanna piece of me but you’re bad company
And you won’t let me be no you won’t
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9. |
Red Light
02:10
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You got a lot of things to learn
But I aint got the time to burn
Cus I’ve got somewhere else to be
So don’t you give that look to me
I’m sorry baby
But you’re after me
Why can’t you just wait your turn baby
Yeah you’re after me
I’m sorry honey
Why can’t you just wait your
I got a lotta stuff to do
And I’ve been waiting here since 2
I got another place to be
So don’t you give that look to me
I’m sorry baby
But you’re after me
Why can’t you just wait your turn baby
Yeah you’re after me
I’m sorry honey
Why can’t you just wait your
You run the red light
You know it aint right
You run the red light
Me, yeah you’re after me
I’m sorry baby
Why can’t you just wait your turn
Baby, yeah you’re after me
I’m sorry honey
Why can’t you just wait your
Why can’t you just wait your
Why can’t you just wait your turn
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10. |
Rat #2
02:07
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Yeah you better bite your tongue
Cus you don’t know where I come from
Yeah you better settle down
Place your head deep in the ground
Cus I’ve been on the other side
Waiting on the other side
Turn and walk the other way
Back from where you came and stay
I’ve been on the other side
Waiting on the other side
Now your own the other side
Waiting on the other side
You could never count on me
You could never count on me
You could never count on me
You could never count on me
You could never count on me
You could never count on me
All the reasons you can keep them
All the reasons why
All the reasons you can keep them
Its time to say goodbye
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the tacks Christchurch, New Zealand
the tacks are a 5 piece dark post-punk band from Otautahi, Aotearoa.
Nalita - Vocals
Luke - Guitar
Brad - Guitar
Johnny - Bass/BVs
Craig - Drums
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