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The Party
03:31
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Ooh, I feel a little left out
I was filling up your glass, found a cup
Get up, the party’s over now
Ooh, I feel a little left out
I was filling up your glass, found a cup
Get up!
You got so good at drinking alone
It's like going to the party, but you don't need to find an Uber home
But still, you find yourself stuck in your best friend's living room
Oh no, let's go home
Oh no, you wanna go
Ooh, I feel a little left out
I was filling up your glass, found a cup
Get up, the party’s over now
Ooh, I feel a little left out
I was filling up your glass, found a cup
Get up!
Cry in your corner, nobody likes you anyway
You social introvert, what are you thinking?
You are right in the deep end
Oh no, let’s go home
You want to leave the party, you're not moving
They come over, "What you doing?"
Ooh, I feel a little left out
I was filling up your glass, found a cup
Get up, the party’s over
Ooh, I feel a little left out
I was filling up your glass, found a cup
Get up, the party’s over
Seems every weekend we go braindead to forget
Then we forget why we went braindead to forget why we went braindead
Seems every weekend we go braindead to forget
Then we forget why we went braindead to forget why we went braindead
And I love the way light does the shimmer, sight gets dimmer, walls start to move
And the way you look is so enticing, I sit underneath the stairs at the party and think
I just think, I just think, "What do you think?"
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Asinine Homies
03:02
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Every night you've been seeping through my seams
Forcing yourself into every dream
We sit and we talk about the most mundane things
Being alone when I'm by myself is boring
I'd much rather have you with me
Even if no one was speaking
Asinine homies in my blood
I'd much rather have you with me
Even if no one was speaking
Asinine homies in my blood
Five out of four stars, the rating system says you are
An anomaly, living edit wrong
Finger on the trigger, but the gun is gone
The pulse it has moved on, the pulse it has moved on
I'd much rather have you with me
Even if no one was speaking
Asinine homies in my blood
I'd much rather have you with me
Even if no one was speaking
Asinine homies in my blood
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3. |
Scenic Drive
04:13
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Wafting fumes: Juniper gin sits in
Your dead-end jowls. Sift through the hours
Baby, what's your memory like? Do the emotions spike?
When you get out of bed and go do something
Do you wish you were all by your lonesome then?
I feel alive
Waiting for sunrise
On Scenic Drive
Another yellow ribbon tied to a tree
As you stumble home up the hill from The Party
"Hey fucker over there, are you looking at me?"
No, it's just a bush but you fight and scream
Finger grazed leaves, I picture Pennywise
Through stuttered soupy eyes you spy
There in your front porch, arms held wide
Drunk and defeated in your bed, you hide
I feel alive
Waiting for sunrise
On Scenic Drive
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4. |
At the Roundabout
03:22
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Because I've been walking on my own
Wrapped inside this misty telephone
And I've been feeling all alone
Peach Pit put on repeat until I get home
At the roundabout at 2am, falling over statuettes of bacteria
The photos we take tonight will be in-jokes no one else will like
I’d be sorry for wasting your time, but I’m just as wasted as yours
20 minutes later you’re halfway home, and I’m cuddled up and dreaming indoors
At the roundabout at 2am
At the roundabout by 2
And I've been walking on my own
Wrapped inside this misty telephone
Because I've been feeling all alone
Peach Pit put on repeat until I get home
At the roundabout at 4am, I’m not alone so it's not insomnia
It’s just a bad decision on my part. You're nothing more than an inevitability
If I could give in, I wouldn't be walking round and round
Around again: The roundabout – until I ditch my friends
At the roundabout by 4
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5. |
Fresher
04:49
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They always talk to me, they’re always asking me:
“What have you been doing for the last three years?”
I think: Nothing, slowly, sinking, I lie
Working, uni, no sleep, I try
I am productive, I followed all my dreams
When I see all these people, why is it few and far between
Don’t tell me your lies
Give me some of you
I don’t care about the filthy rich boomers’ advice
I never learn, it seems. That bus it always leaves
Every single morning for the past 6 years
Opportunity gives off that once in a lifetime vibe
Late at night, caught in your deer headlights
Don’t tell me your lies
Give me some of you
I don’t care about the filthy rich boomers’ advice
Squeeze the mint from its plastic encasement
Slip from the lips to the tongue as it guides past your canines
Over to their much sturdier cousins
Feel the pressure proceed to a crunch
The saliva oozes from your pores
Freezes cold where once it was warm
Now it feels fresh, all minty and clean
But it's a placebo pill, all flavoured and mean
Don’t tell me your lies
Give me some of you
I don’t care about the filthy rich boomers’ advice
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Blu Fish Auckland, New Zealand
Mitchell Baber
Cameron McCurdy
Josh Rundle
Alternative rock band from West Auckland, New Zealand.
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