1. |
Shake Them Memories
03:09
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I get tired of hearing
About what you are doing now,
and what you were doing when.
While I wish I could erase them
There are times I want to embrace them
Keep a few in my pocket
If I need a little inspiration
Got those photographs.
Those can be destroyed.
Cards and letters.
They can all be burned.
We have the same friends.
I can lose touch.
But I got those memories.
Those damn memories
I get tired of waiting
So much anticipating
But I can't seem to shake them
(Do you really want to shake them?)
I can feel they are fading
I find it irritating
So maybe just a little repression
So I can conjure up a little depression
I get tired of waiting
So much anticipating
But I can't seem to shake them
Shake them. Shake them.
Got those photographs.
Those can be destroyed.
Cards and letters.
They can all be burned.
We have the same friends.
I can lose touch.
But I got those memories.
Those damn memories
Can't seem to shake them.
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2. |
Some Girls
03:29
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Alright hold up
Wait a minute
Just stop and listen
For a second
I want to talk about, can we hammer out – what you want?
Do you even know, are you even sure - what you want?
Now I get it
When you said it
You don't respect it
You don't regret it
Now I get it
When you said it
You know what?
Just forget it
Some girls. You remember the first kiss
Some girls. You remember the last
Some girls. You pray for a future
Some girls. You can't wait for the past
Woulda, shoulda, coulda,
coulda, coulda been someone
Instead I'm sitting here
begging for attention
Do you even know? Are you even sure? (what you want)
Does anybody really know what they want?
Some girls. You remember the first kiss
Some girls. You remember the last
Some girls. You pray for a future
Some girls. You can't wait for the past
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3. |
Better On Paper (Demo)
03:21
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You got me fired up again
You got me fired up and shooting from the hip
If I, could hold, them in, I would
If I, could take, them back, I would
When I speak, I mumble
Try to make a point, but I stumble
I'm so much better, so much better, so much better, so much better on paper.
Better on. So Much. Better on.
If I, could get, them back, I would
They come so fast, fired off in haste
God I want to put them back, fix them up and
Get them on a page
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4. |
We Ain't Dancers (Demo)
03:46
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Burning out, but not fading away
You made your mark, like a cigarette burn
Turn it up, turn it up, isn't this our song?
We ain't dancers, but we love to sing along
We ain't dancers
You can call it unsure if you want too
In a constant battle to leave you
Why don’t I?
Because I can see so much farther inside
We ain't dancers
We ain't dancers
I can see the future too
And I couldn’t stand to see someone else with you
Turn it up, turn it up, isn't this our song?
We ain't dancers, but we love to sing along
You can call it unsure if you want too
In a constant battle to leave you
Why don’t I?
Because I can see so much farther inside
In a constant battle to leave to you
A battle with myself to leave to you
Why don't I? Why don't I?
Cause I can see so much farther inside
Turn it up
Turn it up
Isn't this our song?
Burning. Burning.
Turn it up
Turn it up
Isn't this our song?
We ain't dancers, but we love to sing along
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5. |
The Plan (Demo)
04:29
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Do you got plans for the rest of your life?
Because I could see us in Europe or in Tennessee
Making a home, making up, humming our song together
You are, you are, you are the plan for the rest of my life
Soon you'll start humming along
Soon you'll start humming along
Kumbaya, ooohs and ahhhs, falalalalalalalalala la soon we'll start singing
Kumbaya, ooohs and ahhhs, falalalalalalalalala la soon we'll start singing
You are, you are, you are the plan for the rest of my life
No other decisions matter as much any more
Like buying a house, getting a car, picking a job, paying the bills
I don't care.
You are, you are, you are...
Soon you'll start humming along
Soon you'll start humming along
Kumbaya, ooohs and ahhhs, falalalalalalalalala la soon we'll start singing
Kumbaya, ooohs and ahhhs, falalalalalalalalala la soon we'll start singing
Do you got plans for the rest of your life?
Well put em on hold, you can pick them up after
Because I got a plan so yours, they don't matter
Kumbaya, ooohs and ahhhs, falalalalalalalalala la soon we’ll start singing
Kumbaya, ooohs and ahhhs, falalalalalalalalala la soon we'll start singing
Kumbaya, ooohs and ahhhs, falalalalalalalalala la soon you’ll start humming along
You are, you are, you are
You are, you are, you are
You are, you are, you are
You are, the plan for the rest of my life
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