1.We Don't Want You Around
2.The Window
3.Could It Be？
4.Weak Spots
5.Hold Up!
6.Not Having It
7.Ethical Drug
8.Less I Know
9.Chemistry
Well everyday's just a little strange, cause it's this and that,
And 'I can't explain,' 'cause we're down and up.
We're still lurking after clubs shut the door,
No one's tired and we can go some more
Because we're down and up.
Living's so detrimental to the lives that live for no one：
We're so electric till it's gone.
Living like trash never felt so good,
Just remember it's only chemicals,
Because we're down and up.
Stumble around like it's some kind of trick,
Pulling one in when you're bottle sick,
Because we're down and up, up and down and up.
Living's so detrimental to the lives that live for no one：
We're so electric till it's gone.
Hey, just look around this old town-
So much debauchery's going on;
These city streets aren't ordinary,
Bathroom kids say 'What's the story？' and they lie.
Because it's positively posh chemistry. Positively filthy
chemistry
10.Savage Youth
11.Young Again
12.The Queen's Head
13.New Language
14.Tell Me Tell Me
It's not the fashion anymore to act abused; it's not so timely
anymore
To be confused. Tomorrow's just another day for you to lose
To come unglued.
You're reading letters, sitting, waiting for a call,
You're singing broken songs, just staring at the wall.
You're finding comfort while you're dreaming of the fall.
You'll start to hate yourself, and
You'll start to hate yourself.
Tell me nobody ever lies. Tell me nobody ever dies.
We have plans to sort the mess inside when it's time to decide.
You want to feel it. We're so defeated.
You've got to find a way to deal with the pain or
You'll be beat at your own game.
You said, 'I don't know where the time goes anymore.
You know we're kicking bottles scattered on the floor.
No opportunities are banging
At the door. That's why we swallow it, so we can breathe a
little more,
No, no, no.'
Tell me nobody ever lies. Tell me nobody ever dies. We have
plans to
sort the mess inside when it's time to decide. You want to feel
it.
We're so defeated. You've got to find a way to deal with the
pain or
you'll be beat at your own game.
Well, office furniture around the papers, and you can't figure
out how
you got run down. A fistful of pills is like a gun to your head,
or
spend the rest of your days just chatting up the bar with a
lie-littered glory story.
Tell me nobody ever lies. Tell me nobody ever dies. We have
plans to
sort the mess inside when it's time to decide. You want to feel
it.
We're so defeated. You've got to find a way to deal with the
pain or
you'll be beat -- at your own game, as your own game, all alone.
You
know you'll still be sleeping alone
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