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The Void
03:36
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It started off with hugs then it turned to drugs, it started off with toys then it turned to boys, just to forget feelings we couldn't avoid. It started off with a kiss then it turned to a fist, it started off with ice-cream swirls then it turned to girls, just to fill the void.
What happens after your hips are sore and you can't walk?
What happens after you're tired of her and her pillow talk?
What happens after you're married to the princess and the dragon has been slain?
Because I know you'll feel the void once again.
It finished off with glue then she turned to you, it finished off with regret then you tried to forget but it was just nine months ago. It finished off with her tears and all your fears it finished of with a rest then she cried on your chest but you were fast asleep so...
What happens after your hips are sore and you can't walk?
What happens after you're tired of hearing his pillow talk?
What happens after you're married to the prince and your demons have been tamed?
Because the void will still know your name.
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Overdose
03:16
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Slashed wrists, bruises on her head
Unexplained red stains soaked into her bed
Unexplained red stains all over her clothes
Just a little more now as the darkness begins to grow
Pain is such a bore until you overdose
Who cares if she does it just to make herself feel right?
Who cares if she does it to make her mind take flight?
Our demons are only revealed in the darkest of nights
What does it matter if the knife goes on the cake
At least she doesn't have to ache
What does it matter if the knife goes in with a twist
At least it's not going on her wrist
What does it matter if the knife goes on her wrist
At least it's not going in her chest
What does it matter if the knife goes in her chest
Maybe, just maybe, it's for the best
Blemishes on your face are like the landmarks of a town
Still you've laid foundations to conceal your frown
So you keep on keeping to yourself
'cause you've discovered the truth
That people are bad for your health
There's no method to the madness that keeps you sane
I know you're not looking for happiness just a little less pain
I know you can win the fight over those seas, don't give in to your demons of the night. Don't overdose, please.
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Midnight Men
03:21
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We're the ones who collect the papers in the morning
wide awake through the night when you're snoring
Spare some time to think of us but if you don't
the world keeps spinning, we still work alone
I'm staring at you across the table, half asleep but still willing and able
and In my mind you wearing a crown, darling I'll never let you down.
My days are no longer bright, honey I wish I could stay with you tonight.
We're the midnight men, we're working through the night again
Providing a life we'll never see, the silent army you'll never meet
We're the midnight men, taking the midnight train
We've learned to embrace our tired hearts, we'll only see the sun as it departs
Sometimes I can be as cold as a stone, guess it just comes with being on my own
Maybe this storm will end and if it does I'll never forget the way life once was
Coming home as you're leaving, I'll never let you see me grieving
I hope that you realise, and see past my sleepless eyes
Don't blame the humble security guard when he falls asleep at his post
You don't know the kind of life he's had but one things for sure it's been harder than most
Waking up as the sun sets, seems to me like quite a strange concept, and I've been wondering how many sleepless nights it takes to be an overnight success.
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Island
03:22
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He was so used to doing it all on his own
from the moment he was born, to when he was fully grown
It's not hard to see why it's easier I guess
to trust yourself over again until you reach success
Don't you agree? Darling stay close to me.
The truth that's always had me frightened
as harsh as I know it may sound
is that no man is an island
no matter how much gold he's found.
I think you should know emotions will never stop time
Don't leave me alone with my mind
Now these memories just weigh me down
I tried to escape by swimming out to sea
but now I think I might just drown
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Vanity
03:43
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It's been eighteen years
filled with laughter and a river of tears
now I think I've got the soul of a tired, old man
The things we have and the things we can see
are the only things that matter, or so it seems to be
especially when things are going as planned
Everything we know everything we have
won't forever belong to us
Everything we own, everything we are is all vanity
I just hope when they're gone you're strong enough
216 months of playing it safe and stupid stunts
now I know the sun will rise, the sun will set
But if your obsessions lie within worldly possessions
then I hate to say but one day you'll regret
I hate to be the one to say this but we all know it's true so why pretend
all the things we have we will one day miss because everything must come to an end
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Jay Johnson London, UK
From playing the cello, to playing the guitar, to producing his own music, Jay Johnson has been evolving in ways that have captured as many hearts as minds. Since releasing his debut EP late last year, Jay has been performing at larger venues and has kept building his modest yet loyal fan-base. The South-Londoner’s influences include Ben Howard, Paolo Nutini, and Tracy Chapman. ... more
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