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Vanity Dare
02:01
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I see you see I’m out place
It’s written on your girlfriends faces
Wonder what I’m doing here
Have I unwittingly become your dare?
A vanity dare
Now I’m smiling at your team
Trying to figure out your scheming
Am I supposed to disappear?
Indifference is clogging up the air
A vanity dare
Suspicion whispers softly into my ear
That I’m about to lose the dignity that I hold dear
And now you got me wishing I was anywhere but here
Heartlessly you acquisitioned me
To gain another’s glare
Hanging like an apparition
Someone else is sitting in my chair
A vanity dare
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Pentax
02:36
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Such a beautiful wrist – a tattoo of stars on a ladder of scars
The tan lines persist – harness your hope to the drunk in the bar
It’s a model career – get the f**k out of this town
And you drink and you drive
And you drive, you don’t jive
To the radio anymore
Out of focus, out of time
Such a lovely parade, keeping the answers all to yourself
Dancing into disgrace, now you’re out drinking with somebody else
Pointless accolades – you’re only wasting your own time
And you drink and you drive
And you drive, you don’t jive
To the radio anymore
Out of focus, out of time
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Delete As Appropriate
04:08
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The crowds still gather by my door
Been that way since ‘94
Now I’m the only one who laughs
Still got my box of ‘45s, the last one leaving hits the lights
You emptied all the ashtrays out
Now questions trash the roundabout
Just spit into your hand again
Soda pops and movie stars are hangin’ out at dockside bars
I guess I blacked out again, it’s just a fork in the road
I see you reach for the Rush – woah!
Dear someone, dear you
I guess I’ll write back soon
PS: exclusive coming through
Stop straining in the vocal booth
Still lighting up your stove in June
2-lane black top April moon cocktail waitress hears the croon
You emptied all the ashtrays out
Now questions trash the roundabout
Just spit into your hand again
Soda pops and movie stars are hangin’ out at dockside bars
I guess I blacked out again, it’s just a fork in the road
I see you reach for the Rush – woah!
Dear someone, dear you
I guess I’ll write back soon
The crowds still gather by my door
Been that way since ‘94
Now I’m the only one who laughs
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Biscuits For Bears Cambridgeshire, UK
Lo-fi alt pop 4 piece from Cambridge, England. Sadly no more.
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