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All Talk, No Trousers
01:20
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Speaking in hyperbole
You don't make too much sense to me
You drive me up the wall you see
As I break
The legs to my own chicken fight
The jig is up who's betting on me now
They call me petty change
And I don't know if I can change
Speaking of hyperbole
Your eyes have caused calamity
You crash into my heart and knees
And I fell
Ten points down on the leaderboard
I'm crashing like a meteor
My similes and metaphors
They don't work (They don't work)
First base, Second place, Thirty dollars poor
Writing out your name on the bathroom door
Smashing through my windows and my walls
Am I just far too dramatic
Stressed out and in a panic
Still I know I'll end up in
First place, Second place
Third place, Four
First place, Second place
Third place, Four
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Brains
01:58
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My brains are too brawn
For my t-shirt and jeans
My phone and my keys
Have been missing for weeks
My thank yous and please get me nowhere to fast
My drugs are too strong
Chewing holes in my cheeks
On my hands and my knees
Searching for dignity
My A, Bs and Cs
My one, twos and threes count along
They count along
We'll call this close to the bone
Feel it coming in waves
My boss battle saves will ensure victory
But I'm weak at the knees
Double shifts on the weekend alone
I'm running on empty
The MD, I'll end up eating
Breakfast for dinner again
My bowl and my spoon
My morning cartoons
Throw myself under the bus again
I'm looking at you
At you
At me
At me
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Cold Feet
01:52
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Hate me just like you hate sleeping alone
Back seat revelry is dead on the curb
You dress to impress
But nothing is fitting
Still you take away all my breath
While choking with red hands and cold feet
I'm knocking at your door again
You're far too busy to be spending all your money with me
I'm far too busy pretending to be too busy for you
You're far too busy to be spending all your money with me
I'm far too busy pretending to be too busy for you
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Delivery Boy
03:08
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Sky scraping, knuckle dragging am I falling asleep
How could I sleep through
Being lost and disconnected
All my rules may be amended
I'm sure
Heart broken like a ball left out on the street
Will you find me
Being lost and disconnected
All my rules may be amended
Delivery boy, delivery boy
You got some words to spell
But you spell so well
You got brain cells for sale and they're going quick
The writings on the wall and you're gonna be sick because
Delivery boy, delivery boy
Your friends are on the way
But you're just in the way and you know it
Do most of your reading on old school runescape please
As you dosey doe with your brain
Underpriced and overpaid
Collect on your old fashioned shame
Inching closer to a petty game
Sunder of unforgiven claims
Between the lines you're folding
Between the lines you're folding
Believe the lie you're doing fine
Delivery boy, delivery boy
Hit by the door again
Straight to the jaw then bed
Cause you know you need the sleep
How many pictures
Do I need to hold up to tell you my age
Are we on the same page
Are you reading the same words I'm reading
Teach me how to read
I read the page and I'll read it again
Rivers carving canyons amongst the words
This always happens
It's always me
I'm never good enough
Nooooooo
Now I'm counting down my lines to go
Turn the tables on their heads for show
Nothing but a fuck around
For shits and gigs while you don't even know
Inching closer to a petty game
Sunder of unforgiven claims
Between the lines you're folding
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Melanie Auckland, New Zealand
Shoes off at the door please, hailing from West Auckland, Melanie brings high-octane punk and mid-west sensibilities together to form a unique sound that will have you dancing on the outside and crying on the inside. Drawing inspiration from artists such as Joyce Manor, Jeff Rosenstock and Title Fight, they like to jump around and have fun! ... more
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