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Teeth
03:29
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I was born on a leap year
February 29
The Devil’s always got the best lines
And finally, they’re all mine
I lived through a car wreck
And that Cadillac is on standby
Bury me here it’s where I die
You would smoke my ashes if it got you high
Your looks will get you far in life
So smile, nod, wink and *ding*
Saving for an engagement ring
I’ll plant my foot, then I’ll swing
I’ll come alive on a full moon
In the middle of a summer drought
That’s what everybody is talking about
I’ll prove it just so there’s no more doubt
In my death, will you remember me?
I’ve seen your face in another light
Alpha, Omega, we’re wolves in the night
You and I always felt just right
My what big ears you have...
The better to hear you with
My what big eyes you have...
The better to see you with
My what big teeth you have…
The better to taste you with
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2. |
Sandpoint, Idaho
03:23
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I woke up in a dancehall
Nicotine and alcohol on my breath
I feel like death
Salt, Tequila, and a lime
It happens almost every time
I use this vice
It’s me and the mice
What did you expect
I’m soaked in regret
What did you forget?
Idaho
Is this my new home?
The night got away from me
Recharge my battery in a store front
A local manhunt
I came to while in route
I gotta get this message out
I’ve gone missin’
Send a carrier pigeon
Phone, wallet, keys
This could only happen to me
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3. |
Passenger
04:05
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No more dance floors and no more bars
I am a passenger in my own car
I tore myself into shreds
I laid them all out to burn at both ends
Living in excess, so unfulfilled
I said I won't but I know I will
All of these thoughts run through the night
I talk in my sleep cause they're afraid of the light
We used to buy our time
When it used to seem so cheap
Now could you spare dime
Or a moment with me?
No more, no more, I want to say
But I had a choice, made it anyway
I'm watching my life go down the drain
When the world starts to get me down
I let it take me away
No more dreaming and no more stars
I'll come back when I fall too hard
Onto the streets or into your arms
If only it was no foul, no harm
The man in the mirror won't look back at me
How can I blame him when he has to see
The disappointment, the cold-hard truth
I sprung a leak in the fountain of youth
Logic and reason are tools of the trade
It's been so long and I was meant for the stage
No more, no more, I want to say
But I had a choice, made it anyway
I'm watching my life go down the drain
When the world starts to get me down
When life starts to get me down
When I start to let myself down
Take me away
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4. |
Everything Is Movin'
03:25
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I know how you're feeling
I think I can relate
To your broken heart
And your fragile state
I think it’s time to man up
Earn what fills your cup
I put this long sleeve shirt on
It always comes with a pulse
Put you to work just know I expect results
Everything is moving so fast
Gotta make it last
I know what you’re thinking
I know just everything
I keep my options open
I keep my mind in swing
Things will fall in place
But I am surely just a waste
Don’t know how you’re doing
I couldn’t quite care less
This is for you own good
This is for the best
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5. |
Family Tree
03:26
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Baby shoes you’ve never worn
My mother stopped feeling her second born… kick
Lately I’ve been thinking of you
Through the back yard, look at what we grew
A weeping willow crooked and bent
The time you spent here was it time well spent?
The roots from the family tree
Always bring you back, back to me
Hand-me-downs you’ll never wear
A saint too soon you never had it fair
A Virgo son let down your leaves
Pick up the branches this is how she grieves
Woah
Santo
A brother I
Will never know
I wonder what you’d be like
At this point, in your life
On and on you could never be wrong
You were always here all along
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6. |
Made of Gold
04:02
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A Blue Jay from Toronto
To pin stripes, red and white
They called him, “Doc”
Like the gun slinging outlaw
You better choke up on that bat
And swing, swing
It’s okay
It’s a Halliday
Remember me
Make me fit into that mold
I’m made of gold
Made of gold
Retired all 27
With a two-seam fastball grip
Gonna learn how to fly
6 foot deep in the Gulf of Mexico
No May-Day or distress signals
Morphine in the blood
No hitter, you’re a quitter
How’s life on the mound?
No hitter, you're a quitter
How’s life on the ground?
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7. |
Emily Doe
03:32
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There’s pine needles
In her hair
How’s that fair?
She’s just trying to dance with her sister
A locket and a cardigan
Not again
Those lawyers asking about her boyfriend
Emily Doe
You’re braver than we know
Those headlines read those swimming times
With a new sweat suit
She stepped outside
Said she slept by
Some dumpster where it happened
She wants to take off
All her skin
Who let you in?
This body was never yours
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8. |
The Strong, Silent Type
04:39
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9. |
Little Hands
04:41
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Your thoughts are flowing
They keep me from knowing what goes on...
Two old souls, intertwined
Read my palms, trace her heart lines
We’re skeletons made of bone
But you and I were written in stone
You still love me?
Despite my
Little hands
Big enough to hold yours
Little hands
Too much time on mine
In the end, it fades to black
Reincarnation, you'll in my pack
I’m letting down my old guard
This is what I read in your cards
I always knew, you’d be my wife
I think we’ve met, in a past life
Forever, whatever for a forever
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Andorra Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Alternative rock from Philadelphia, PA.
Kevin McCall
Jordan Petrellis
Michael Trycieckyj
Dante DiLoreto
instagram: @andorra_music
twitter: @andorramusic
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