1. |
Correct Me If I'm Wrong
02:52
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2. |
Hungry eyes
05:00
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3. |
Inside You
04:13
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4. |
Taken For a Ride
04:46
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5. |
Afraid
03:43
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6. |
No Secrets Here
03:19
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7. |
Remember
04:25
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8. |
Down the Street
03:52
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Pathetic as is seems it’s not even half as bad as things will be tomorrow.
Wish for things you never had.
You call the shots they, can control you, don’t look away and shrug your shoulders, consider that you’re made to be their slaves.
‘Cause if you see me walking down the street, turn the other way my friend so I wont have to turn you in. What will you do then?
I'd feel for you, you know I would, if I thought for a second you understood the taste of your own medicine: a lethal dose of sentiment.
You’ve hit the bottom this is not a test, it’s the real thing, it’s a real mess. Now pull the reigns up baby, take a rest.
‘Cause if you see me walking down the street, turn the other way my friend so I wont have to turn you in. What will you do then?
‘Cause if I happen to be in your dreams, don’t take it the wrong way. At least when I’m awake I don’t pretend you’re my friend.
What will you do then?
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9. |
Breathe
06:52
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In a park lit by the stars, and I’m low, again, low
wrap my arms around my coat and go.
Man it’s cold, and i’ve already lost my soul.
I suppose it’s gone.
I’ll go back again when it’s less controlled.
Yes alright, wake up soon and breathe.
Welcome to the crowd, they’re just like you and me.
Alone, pressed for time, it looks like I got caught behind
another free-falling cloud,
another face in the crowd.
A dream calls
I guess I’m high after all.
If this wears off too soon I’ll be lost,
I’d rather stop it now.
What’s this aggression? Shame on you.
What a cruel point of view.
Why don’t you take a side?
And leave your hate behind.
In a bar downtown crawling ‘round trying to find my god:
I feel drunk, same as you, I’m too tired to run home.
it’s not our neighborhood. I thought you understood
we’d lose our way. We’re too far out.
Maybe our chance is not lost
but we have no hand left to play.
Count your obsessions, why don’t you?
If all your instincts are true, you’ve got nothing to worry about.
You’ve got nothing left to doubt.
I’m gonna take my time, got to make sure I’ve left nothing behind.
Let me look around.
Not sure I want to be found.
Yes alright, I’ll go.
I don’t know where I want to stay
but I’m not going to spend time over your back way, boy
When this aggression fails
through all, religion will prevail.
Come on and take my hand.
Agree to play the game.
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10. |
One
04:13
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11. |
Two
07:18
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12. |
Three
03:55
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13. |
Two Equals Four
11:08
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14. |
Bridge
00:59
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15. |
Bridge Out
01:41
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