1. |
Redeemer
03:54
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Have you seen her?
She's my redeemer
Have you seen her?
I'm wrapped around her finger.
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2. |
Losing Hand
04:19
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Let me in your mind
Let me try this time
See what happens when
You cut me out again
No chance
No chance
No chance
I got no chance left
You thought you had it all
Holding the cards close
Pray I hold on tight
When you start a fight
Verse 3 same as verse 1
Bridge:
Dare you deal me in again
Dare you deal me in again
Dare you deal me in again
Dare you deal me in again
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3. |
Shattered
03:52
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Your light is scattered in the atmosphere
Your light could easily disappear
Your light is scattered in the atmosphere
Satellites orbiting the atmosphere
Isn’t it clear?
Crystal clear?
This is worse than I feared
I’m shattered alone down here
Your light is scattered in the atmosphere
Your light could easily disappear
Your light is scattered in the atmosphere
Satellites orbiting the atmosphere
Isn’t it clear?
Crystal clear?
This is worse than I feared
I’m shattered alone down here
Isn’t it clear?
Crystal clear?
This is worse than I feared
I’m shattered alone down here
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4. |
Bulleteeth
01:56
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You’ve got bullets for teeth
Gunpowder on your tongue
Your mouth’s a barrel
You’re a the loaded gun
Take your toll, We all grow old
Sold all our gold
Remote controls
Blindfolds, head colds, manifolds
They’ve got us in a stranglehold
Why now?
Told our souls, we would not mold
Get rolled or get fold
Remote controls
Blindfolds, head colds, manifolds
They’ve got us in a stranglehold
Why now?
You could have it anyway you wanted
But you picked this fight
You made the call
This more than your ego talking
It’s killing ‘em all
You’ve got bullets for teeth
Gunpowder on your tongue
Your heart pumps gasoline
Your subtracting to find the sum
You sold all our souls
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5. |
Legwork
03:43
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You never told me to,
Do what you thought I should
The answer that you seek
Don’t dwell that deep
You never told me to
You never thought I could
All the lies you told
Are better bought than sold
The scars are real
But the flesh will heal
You never told me to
Because you knew I would
Your sweat stings my eyes
From your kiss goodnight
The scars are real
But the flesh will heal
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6. |
Gone
05:52
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I remember the last time
I saw you
Sweat-soaked and ghastly, but
Your heart shown through
I think of all the words you said
To me
How things should happen
Differently
Your memory is a movie
That I play through
Like there’s something else
That I could say or do
you’re gone
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7. |
Holding Pattern
04:52
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A code word for
Desperation
Held you to the floor
Or hesitation
Holding the same
Patterns that you made
Something you can't fake
Is all it would take
We made out like thieves
Dancing in the street
That don't sound like me
True love or self defeat?
Holding the same
Patterns that you made
Something you can't fake
Is all it would take
Holding pattern
Holding pattern...
Holding the same
Patterns that you made
Something you can't fake
Is all it would take
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8. |
Dirtnap
05:42
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I’m elevated
Miles from the ground
I’m levitated
You can’t bring me down
I’m jaded again
I’m faded in
I’m excavating
Pieces of my mind
The devil’s payout
Is soaking my spine
I’m jaded again
I’m faded in
I’m being buried
Up to my neck
I’ll take a dirt nap
What did you expect?
I’m jaded again
I’m faded in
I’m devastated
The earth is scorched
In revelations
I’m holding the torch
I’m jaded again
I’m faded in
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The Silver Doors Asheville, North Carolina
The Silver Doors are something like Appalachian Desert Rock. Blending a love of psych, blues, garage rock, new wave, and
shoegaze.
Guitar riffs, fuzzy violins, thundering drums + bass.
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