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Tragic
03:32
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I feel the tug and a glimmer of a heartbeat something close to mine.
But I'm still waiting, hesitating til the right thing just passed me by.
And I Know,
That you may not be the right thing honey but you're certainly right now.
And even if you never call me in the morning that those feelings remain somehow.
It's so tragic, I think I've had it, I'm going off the rails this time.
My heart it shudders, the words that she utters means i've just been wasting rhymes.
I know, that you know, what's weighing on my mind.
I'm sure, that you're sure, that i'm just a way of killing time.
My fragile heart you sunk your teeth into.
Is breaking faster than I could ever say goodbye to you.
It's so tragic, I think I've had it, I'm going off the rails this time.
My heart it shudders, the words that she utters means i've just been wasting rhymes.
Another wasted rhyme. Just a way of killing time.
Another wasted rhyme. Just a way of killing time.
Another wasted rhyme. Just a way of killing time.
Another wasted rhyme. Just a way of killing time.
It's so tragic, I think I've had it, I'm going off the rails this time.
My heart it shudders, the words that she utters means i've just been wasting rhymes.
It's so tragic, I think I've had it, I'm going off the rails this time.
My heart it shudders, the words that she utters means i've just been wasting rhymes.
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2. |
Silly Love Songs
06:04
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3. |
Walk Away
03:33
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You'll never understand all the words that I've got,
flowing like a fountain now.
And I'm sure that you'll be worried a lot about,
the way that people look at you.
It always seemed I was a little toy,
the way you played me like a puppet girl.
And though I wish I was a much stronger boy,
that's just not the way they made me now.
And you're walking away with my heart, in pieces.
Making light of the damage you've done, again.
This isn't just a temper tantrum girl,
just a reaction to your fickle tastes.
I'm sure I'll never really understand,
just what you couldn't find in my embrace.
It's not that I just cannot move along,
or that I'm clinging to our love affair.
It's just these feelings they are much too strong,
no sense pretending that I never cared.
So, you're walking away with my heart, in pieces.
Making light of the damage you've done, again.
Since you wasted the love in my heart, made it needless,
can I have just a few moments back when you leave.
So, you're walking away with my heart, in pieces.
Making light of the damage you've done, again.
Since you wasted the love in my heart, made it needless,
can I have just a few moments back when you leave.
So, you're walking away...
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4. |
Washed Up
06:02
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Chasing a dream and filling a hole.
Who'd have believed it only cost our souls.
Fame and fortune, like cigarettes.
Burning down, direct regrets subjects.
Whatever happened, to what we were planning?
We got old, the world moves so fast.
Gone on without us, demanding we stay tough,
Jaded and lost is all we're left to feel.
What is the meaning of all this sleeping?
When did life lose it's little meaning?
Where is virtue, what's respect?
Children don't grow up we just get big.
Whatever happened, to what we were planning?
We got old, the world moves so fast.
Gone on without us, demanding we stay tough,
Jaded and lost is all we're left to feel.
We're all washed up. Brains been fucked up,
But we don't really need your sympathy.
And, all these problems, are they worth solving?
When we're all just dying in degrees
Whatever happened, to what we were planning?
We got old, the world moves so fast.
Gone on without us, demanding we stay tough,
Jaded and lost is all we're left to feel.
We're all washed up. Brains been fucked up,
But we don't really need your sympathy.
And, all these problems, are they worth solving?
When we're all just dying in degrees
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5. |
Most Everything
05:02
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We all pick our paths to heaven.
We all have our miserable days.
We all feel our way on the way to love.
We all want most everything.
There's no rules to our dreams.
There's just a limit to what we can scheme.
Waiting and wanting what we can't achieve.
Is all the more reason to dream
We all pick our paths to heaven.
We all have our miserable days.
We all feel our way on the way to love.
We all want most everything.
They say that life, it ain't fair.
I'd like to know, the truth.
Desire it holds me captive again.
At least now I know what's true
We all pick our paths to heaven.
We all have our miserable days.
We all feel our way on the way to love.
We all want most everything.
We all pick our paths to heaven.
We all have our miserable days.
We all feel our way on the way to love.
We all want most everything.
We all pick our paths to heaven.
We all have our miserable days.
We all feel our way on the way to love.
We all want most everything.
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6. |
Life As Told By
04:10
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Whoever said that dreams come true,
never lived down here, with,
with me and you.
All the lies that we believed,
all the dreams that we conceived,
forgotten long ago.
My heels are hitting pavement,
my hands have hit the bottoms,
of my pockets.
My heart it finds no solace,
in the heaven that they sold us,
and I'm waiting here for something more.
It's life, it's life and that's the way it goes,
at least that's what I'm told.
We're poor, what's more,
no one love's us anymore, our hearts are feeling worn.
It's tragic when our lives,
come down to live or die,
and living still don't seem too good.
There's those who'll never know,
what wanting can control,
because they've always had it all.
It's life, it's life and that's the way it goes,
at least that's what I'm told.
We're poor, what's more,
no one love's us anymore, our hearts are feeling worn.
Ooooo Lala. Ooooo Lala. Ooooo Lala. Ooooo Lala.
Ooooo Lala. Ooooo Lala. Ooooo Lala. Ooooo Lala.
It's life, it's life and that's the way it goes,
at least that's what I'm told.
We're poor, what's more,
no one love's us anymore, our hearts are feeling worn.
It's life, it's life and that's the way it goes,
at least that's what I'm told.
We're poor, what's more,
no one love's us anymore, our hearts are feeling worn.
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Burns To The Soul Cleveland, Ohio
Burns To The Soul is the journey inward for Nick Piccone; a studio project meant to harness all the disparate musical moments of his past into a single sonic force. Characterized by tension and often divergent styles and instrumentations the end result is a music that makes no apologies for itself. ... more
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