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Grip is slipping
02:46
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My grip is slipping
lately i've been picking fights with total strangers
even when I know they're right
my grip is slipping
I can't sleep for thinking
about all the mistakes that I can't stop making
help me out here
help me out here
Come peel me off the ceiling
Come round and show me what to do
I need some help here
Help me find an exit route
My grip is slipping, this time bomb is ticking
slow fuse became no fuse
so angry all the time
grip is slipping
scared to death I'm hitting out
at the only people I have left
help me out here
help me out here
Come peel me off the ceiling
Come round and show me what to do
I need some help here
Help me find an exit route
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Halfway house
04:07
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Still living in a halfway house on the bad side of town
haven't paid my bills so I sit in the dark
when the sun goes down
but I'm happy here, I've got all I need
and I tell you
it's getting better
And she don't come around like she used to do
every bottle in the place is empty
the roof still leaks when it rains, when it's cold there's ice on the window pane
but I tell you
it's getting better
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I'd love to tell you that it's time to talk
that I've got answers for you
that I've worked it out
but I'm older, not wiser
and to tell the truth
there's only one thing I can say to you
goddamn, you've got to be kind
don't learn your lessons in the hardest ways
don't leave your bridges burning
don't let passions fade
it's a hard road we travel
where good friends are few
don't let the rocks that hurt you make you harder too
goddamn, you've got to be kind
love and you will be loved
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4. |
Fall from grace
04:11
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so sad today
you never could act
your eyes give the game away
the same tomorrow
you're talking up a storm
but you're fooling no-one
sometimes you don't need wings to fly away
i'll be waiting here with open arms
open arms
if you fall from grace
fall on your face
lose your place
anything
you can't escape
the creeping realisation that you're empty when the money's spent
your big mistake
was rolling with the punches, always coming second best
sometimes you don't need wings to fly away
i'll be waiting here with open arms
open arms
if you fall from grace
fall on your face
lose your place
anything
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I don't believe in you
but maybe there's a deal we can do
i'm not the praying kind
but I'll promise anything to get you on my side
i'll pay my taxes on time
I'll wear a cape and fight crime
don't let me lose tonight
I've been around the block
know what I am and I know what I'm not
I've had my share of sin and we both know
I'd do it all again
I need an intervention
I swear I'll be a better man
don't let me lose tonight
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Broken bottles
04:04
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Surprise! He drank too much
another day wasted because he got wasted again
you'll cry and he'll say sorry
he'll say it's the last time
like the last time
hangover promises soon forgotten
you're walking on tiptoes through broken bottles
sometimes it's all too much
you dig out a suitcase and fill it with all of your stuff
but you'll stay for the children
you know that you won't do
what you want to
hangover promises soon forgotten
you're walking on tiptoes through broken bottles
He's great when he's straight, he's a man of good character
patient and kind, a community pillar
but the man that you married is not who you're married to now
you said better or worse, but he's not getting better
the one that you promised that you'd love forever is gone
long gone
hangover promises soon forgotten
you're walking on tiptoes through broken bottles
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7. |
Papercuts
02:53
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it's easy for you
it's not easy for me
I wear my Sunday smile
as you're talking at me
papercuts still hurt
it's the little things that sting
so don't say I should get over it
You don't mean what you do
you don't mean to be cruel
you don't see
the way words feel like blows to me
papercuts still hurt
it's the little things that sting
so don't say I should get over it
don't say I should get over it
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And when the clouds
02:57
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I think too much
the voice won't stop
I drink too much
to shut it up
it tells me I'm not good enough
reminds me of everything I've fucked up
My metronome is the ticking clock
the hands sweep round and the sun comes up
the moment's gone and I'm lying here
watching you sleep
wondering what I'm doing here
and when the clouds come back again
I'll need your help
I'll need a friend
and when the clouds come back again
come fix me up
again
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Let it go
03:56
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It's not a crime to do things differently
to cross the line
if it makes you happy
don't let insufferable fools in their pubs and their pews
and the words that they use
get their hooks into you
oh no
no, no
let it go
We don't have much time
so let's not waste it
there's a feast of life
let's go out and taste it
don't let churches and schools and their rituals and rules
tell you what to do
make a prison for you
oh no
no, no
let it go
it's not a crime to do things differently
it's not a crime to be happy
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We've had times
good times, high times and hard times
we're battle scarred
dreams, they die
the people we were wouldn't recognise who we are now
I just want, I just want a quiet life
Precious time
accelerates as we disintegrate
as wheels fall off
watch it fly
the years are growing shorter now
the days grow long
I just want, I just want a quiet life with you
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Five fingers a fist
02:15
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You've made a little go a very little way
your house number's higher but your head is still in the same place
the chip on your shoulder grows, now halfway through its third decade
it weighs you down
it wears you out
it warps you out of shape
your hands can't build but they can break
two fingers a drink then five a fist
you feel so hard at the thought of it
two fingers a drink then five a fist
you don't know much
but you know how to hit
You're a big fish in a stagnant pond
you're the big man in a world grown small
a tangle of hate and hurt and fear
the good die young
but you're still here
your hands can't build but they can break
two fingers a drink then five a fist
you feel so hard at the thought of it
two fingers a drink then five a fist
you don't know much
but you know how to hit
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Everything you ever learned in school
you didn't learn in the classroom
you learned to hide
let the world spin on outside
watch the days turn into night
you don't have to be alone
They left you bruised
by the thoughtless words they used
all the lies disguised as truth
and if I could make it better then I would
wipe the memories clean for you
you don't have to be alone
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If I knew then what I know now
I'd do things differently, and how
youth is wasted on the young
miss the moment and it's gone
what you need slips through your hands
when you're making other plans
All the things I've said and done
I'd take back every one
youth is wasted on the young
miss the moment and it's gone
what you need slips through your hands
when you're making other plans
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DMGM Glasgow, UK
DMGM are David ad Carrie Marshall, from Glasgow, Scotland. They make poppy rock music and rocky pop music, influenced as much by Pet Shop Boys and Robyn as they are by Eels and Elbow.
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