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The Wrong Stuff
04:51
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The Wrong Stuff.
We know about the black dog,
Dream about our life pain-free.
Share a lot of heartache,
Learn a way to feel what's here.
We care about the wrong stuff,
We care about our manic rush for more
We care about the wrong stuff
We care about our need to be adored.
We care about the wrong stuff,
We care about our manic lust for more
We stare into the deep blue,
Wipe away our memory of.
A burden here without love,
Knowing when the hurt will come.
We care about the wrong stuff,
We care about our manic rush for more
We care about the wrong stuff
We care about our need to be adored.
We care about the wrong stuff,
We care about our manic lust for more
We can't afford to waste our time being bored
We've only hours to go
With a little thought we could've brought
So much more to our life.
We care about our need to be adored.
We care about the wrong stuff,
We care about our manic rush for more
We care about the wrong stuff
We care about our need to be adored.
We care about the wrong stuff,
We care about our manic lust for more
We care about the wrong stuff
We care about our need to be adored.
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Doubt
03:32
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Doubt.
You sank like a rock
No words could express your loss
Your god abused your trust
A fragment of faith not enough
And meaning you hope would appear
It's all too much
You gave it away
No less expected of you
Your god invested love
A figment of proof not enough
And praying the future appears
Is all too much
You feel doubt grow
You've seen doubt show
You feel doubt grow
You know doubt
You drank like a fish
No sense of what it cost
Your god let wheels fall off
A parchment of truth not enough
And keeping your hope ever near
Is all too much
You feel doubt grow
You've seen doubt show
You feel doubt grow
You know doubt
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Recover
05:25
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Recover.
We tried to talk
Our words unheard
No room for doubt
We learn to push it down.
We tried to walk
And thought we'd fly
We'll hold our nerve
Until our love recovers
We'll hold on
For each other
We'll hang on till it's right.
We worked it out
Can't afford
To wait for help
We know the day won't come.
We're both too proud
To see our faults
We rue the day
Until our love recovers
We'll hold on
For each other
We'll hang on till it's right.
Love recovers
We'll hold on
For each other
We'll hang on till it's right.
We made it out
To save our souls
We held our nerve
Until our love recovers
We'll hold on
For each other
We'll hang on till it's right.
Our love recovers
We'll hold on
For each other
We'll hang on till it's right.
Our love recovers
We'll hold on
For each other
We'll hang on till it's right.
Our love recovers
We'll hold on
For each other
We'll hang on till it's right.
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Out of Our Hands
02:41
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Out of Our Hands
We like it when it's in a movie,
We call it troubled lovers.
Pretend we only lost our money,
All the years we suffered.
Always a fuck up,
We want the whole world to be alone.
We learn the way to bruise each other,
Lose respect for suckers.
Repair the deed with love, we're loathe to,
All the fear we muster.
Always a fuck up,
We want the whole world to be alone.
Our kind of love can be so bad,
Always left in pieces.
We ought to know when we should quit it,
Mmm, we like to keep on.
Always a fuck up
We want the whole world to be alone.
Always a fuck up
We want the whole world to be alone.
Out of our hands
Out of our hands now
Always a fuck up
We want the whole world to be alone.
Always a fuck up
We want the whole world to be alone.
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Sing
03:54
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Sing
The yellow brick road knows where,
The wrong turns you've learned.
The wisdom you thought would last,
Has been lost for so long now.
Hard luck knows you,
It feels at home with you.
Your bad luck story goes on,
Your mishap show.
Sing, your heart's true love
You're not on your own.
Sing, you're almost home,
You'll not walk alone.
You hope that your song repairs,
The bridges you've burned.
Your presence, you think they care,
Memories without you now.
Hard luck knows you,
Feels right at home with you.
Your bad luck story goes on,
Your set-back show.
Sing, your heart's true love
You're not on your own.
Sing, you're almost home,
You won't walk alone.
Sing, your heart's in love,
You're not on your own.
Sing, you're almost home,
You won't walk alone.
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hedfog Brisbane, Australia
Brisbane-based electro-pop project.
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