1. |
Wildlife
03:23
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Can't shake the feeling
No way to fake it
Too many faces
Too many faces
I know the secrets
Secret on secret
180 degrees
180 degrees
Wild Life
Wild Life
Wild Life
Wild Life
Wild Life
Wild Life
Wild Life
Wild Life
Wild
Wild
Wild like the edge of the street
The one that you meet
They sit at your feet baby
Wild, wild, wild, wild, wild
Can't shake the feeling
There is no way fake it
Too many faces
There is no way to fake it
I know your secrets
Secret on secrets
Jump in the fire
Jump on the fire
Wild life
Wild life
Wild life
Wild life
Wild life
Wild life
Wild life
Wild life
Wild
Wild
Wild like the edge of the street
and the one that you meet
and they're down at your feet baby
Wild
Wildlife
Wildlife
Wildlife
Wildlife
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2. |
Romance Is Real
03:35
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Romance is real
Romance is real
Yeah
Hear them shout
Shout to the hills for once
Crawl
Crawl with the lonely ones
You said,
Don't you cry, little boy
You said,
Don't you cry, little boy
I got a feature
I got no future
I see the difference in the big picture
I got a feature
I got no future
I see the difference in the big picture
They came in the front door
The guns were loaded
They came for your stash man
You gotta remember that
Romance is real
Romance is real
Hear them shout
Shout to the hills for once
Crawl
Crawl with the lonely ones
You said,
Don't you cry, little boy
You said,
Don't you cry, little boy
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3. |
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Waiting for the ocean to wash me ashore and bring me home where I am free
My momma told me that things would be different
And poppa wasn't their to say a thing
And you took me into your families home
And they took me in like one of their own
And I learned what life could really be
And than I snapped back into reality
Aye, it's too much to me
It's too much aye,
It's too much to me
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
Aye,
Light my cigarette off the sun
Light my cigarette off the--
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4. |
Outsiders Ball
03:48
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Been in bed four days
Head with a flu, thinking of you
Everything around me is a gift
It makes me sick I feel so sick
Like their eggs soft boiled, and in a soup
The eggs all over my face, I'm such a disgrace for you
Over and over, over and over again
Now close your eyes
And I'll close mine
I'll see you later
At the outsiders ball
Everyone's there, without a care
And all is right in love
At the outsiders ball
I'm sorry that I never gave myself what I needed, what I truly needed
Sometimes I get close to an illusion and it's hovering over me an invisible body
Break this phlegm from my head I'm feeling so dead laying in this bed, laying in this bed
She bought me flowers
She bought me flowers
Now close your eyes
And I'll close mine
I'll see you later baby
At the outsiders ball
Everyone's there, without a care, buyers beware
And all is right in love
At the outsiders ball
We'll all be alright,
Under the moonlight
The truth is waiting when you're done
A blanked out canvas on the run
The scattered fragments of your past
Armed to the teeth with verbal daggers
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