1. |
Run
02:56
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Your washed up life
Living in disguise
You’re too strung out
And wasted on your lies
Your sick head
Makes me believe
A hyped up high
In your drug estate
Don’t need your cheap talk
When I run from myself
Don’t need your blood
When I run from myself
We’re all just prisoners
So I run from myself
I don’t need anything
So I run, I run I run I run, I run from myself
We’re all just tools
Fixing your lie
A beat down saint
Only I can save
Your heart it beats
Way too fast
It catches up
But you wont last
Don’t need your cheap talk
When I run from myself
Don’t need your blood
When I run from myself
We’re all just prisoners
So I run from myself
I don’t need anything
So I run, I run I run I run, I run from myself
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2. |
Dance With You
03:49
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We lost our minds in outer space
Now you can’t find a way
We dreamt of spiders in our hair
And played guitar on saturn’s ring
Now it’s time to dry your eyes
In a drugged up sober daze
Leave behind today
I wanna dance with you
I wanna dance with you
I wanna dance with you
I wanna dance
We lost our minds in outer space
And now you can’t find your way
We dreamt of spiders in our hair
I wanna dance with you
I wanna dance with you
I wanna dance with you
I wanna dance
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3. |
Gamble
02:38
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You say you wanna take your chances
I don’t know
Are you gonna play your cards right
I don’t know
What’s left when you’re on your own
I don’t know
Tell me when you lay down your bets
I don’t know
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a chance on me
You say you wanna live your dream out
I don’t know
You think you’re really something
I don’t know
What’s it like when you’re not who you say
I don’t know
Is it true that you’re nothing to me
I don’t know
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a chance on me
When you gonna say what you wanna say
I don’t know
Are you gonna play like you wanna play
I don’t know
So come on and lay down your bets
I don’t know
You never know when you’re gonna win
I don’t know
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a gamble on me
Take a chance on me
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4. |
Teeth
04:00
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You left a mark on my neck
Didn’t know till I checked
You told me I was the best
Now I’m left with regret
I always wanted a taste
But you just threw me some bait
What’s left to take
You start to win your game
Your teeth are like blades
You left me in two
Tear my heart, eat my brains
You left me without you
I almost fell for you
Nothing I could do
You cut your own strings loose
Came undone and fell through
Your teeth are like blades
You left me in two
Tear my heart, eat my brains
You left me without you
Maybe then, I’m dreaming
You’re everything I needed
If I am, your nightmare
Wake up and lose your mind with me
Your teeth are like blades
You left me in two
Tear my heart, eat my brains
You left me without you
You left me in two
Your teeth are like blades
You threw me away
Your teeth are like blades
You threw me away
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Frankie + The Studs Los Angeles, California
First off, Hollywood’s Frankie + The Studs rock like hell. But you can sing along while you jack your fist into the air. They’re a mix of dirty converse, and messy black hair, slender hips and big kohl eyes, sexual tension and youthful verve, and you can tell their record collections are crammed with ’70s pop and glam, like Joan Jett, T. Rex and Bowie. ... more
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