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Attababy
03:30
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When you know that you're too old for Tiger Beat to touch
And you can't read the new GQ because it hurts you too much
When you crash into your bed and wish that daytime was the dream
Don't kiss the third rail
Don't drown in your cocktail
Every day is like a rollercoaster
You get dressed and then it's all downhill from there
You don't feel as good as you've been looking
You're depressed
And your room is a mess
See the leaves in your tea ain't the sign that you need
Why can't God throw you just one bone
But then you find out you got twenty bucks more than you thought
And even the gutters start singing
Attababy
But you can't slow
Can't slow down now
Attababy
But you don't touch
Touch those brakes
Casanova cosplay takes the edge off
Go on dates, you're treading water again
OkCupid and a little Four Loko
They're your paints
And you're Picasso Van Gogh
And the girls on the street gotcha heart playing blast beats
But their kisses don't pay rent
It's such a shame cuz they say you're gonna be famous
But you can't prove them right on your knees
Attababy
But you can't slow
Can't slow down now
Attababy
But you don't touch
Touch those brakes
I’m so easy to love
But so hard to live with
Well I’m a loser, you knew it
But you got to admit that it’s cute when I do it
Attababy
But you can't slow
Can't slow down now
Attababy
But you don't touch
Touch those brakes
And you know some day soon
You'll wake up with your face on the moon
Attababy but you can’t slow down now
Attababy don’t touch those brakes
Attababy pop another blue bomber
Attababy do whatever it takes
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2. |
Dog of War
04:06
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Blow the candles out
I don't even wanna see your face no more
I refuse to be a sad disgrace no more
I don't even wanna try
I was so devout
I was dedicated to your cause for sure
Blood was rushing I was mad and armed for war
I would set the world alight
But you wouldn’t fight for me
You'd rather wait and see
How long I'd stay content to be
Your soldier
Let slip your dog of war
Hang my leash on the door
Let the revolution work your will
If that's all I'm good for
Here among the poor
Sad despicable oppressive misinformed
Must be hard for you to bite your tongue secure
In the promise that you're right, and everyone is
Wrong, you know the truth
You decide what's problematic and uncouth
You're the voice of the dramatic Twitter youth
And you're marching in tonight
Oh I'm not qualified to stand
Your second in command
I can only be your crying shoulder
Let slip your dog of war
Hang my leash on the door
Let the revolution work your will
If that's all I'm good for
Let slip your dog of war
I won't serve another tour
Let the revolution foot the bill
If that's all I'm good for
Oh I believe
In all the things that you believe
But you don't seem to think you need
Compassion for your enemy
Your enemy
And everyone’s your enemy
Let slip your dog of war
Hang my leash on the door
Let the revolution work your will
If that's all I'm good for
Let slip your dog of war
I won't serve another tour
Let the revolution foot the bill
If that's all I'm good for
Let slip your dog of war
Hang my leash on the door
Let the revolution work your will
If that's all I'm good for
Well I believe
In all the things that you believe
But you don't seem to think you need
Compassion for your enemy
Whoa oh oh oh oh
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3. |
Beginner's Cuffs
03:11
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It was rule number one
Back on that summer night when we first touched
We're only having fun
This thing is not supposed to mean that much
But now the blindfold is falling
And something more than sweat is running down our cheeks
I may have wanted you crawling
I never meant to make your knees be quite so weak
We played together a few too many nights
We went and tied the knots a little too tight
We never wanted to fall in love, but I guess
That's why they call them beginner's cuffs
We seem so perfectly vanilla
Young clever independent people without much time
More "Human Nature" than "Thriller"
Til you say "yours" and I say "mine" and we both go and lose our minds
But now my engine is stalling
For once I don't know just how tight I want you bound
There's no next hand so I'm all in
No word is safe enough to stop us falling down, now
We played together a few too many nights
We went and tied the knots a little too tight
We never wanted to fall in love, but I guess
That's why they call them beginner's cuffs
We played together a few too many nights
We went and tied the knots a little too tight
We never wanted to fall in love, but I guess that’s why
That's why they call them beginner's cuffs
Oh yeah
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4. |
Vampire Girlfriend
04:30
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Cigarettes and stealing glances on the patio
The party’s fine but the coven say it’s time to go
Santal and lace, such a pretty face
I try to call but you’re always on the other line
I try to sleep but I’m dreaming of you all the time
You know the boys adore you
It’s too bad that they all bore you
You could be my vampire girlfriend
Forever caught up in your whirlwind
On Friday nights when your sister lets you use the car
Pick up your friends, sneak them into a fancy bar
Red high-heeled shoes and a new tattoo
Summer break at the lake, nearly 3 a.m
Take off our clothes, no one knows, for a little swim
Everyone is diving under
While I just sit and wonder
You could be my vampire girlfriend
Forever caught up in your whirlwind
Come and find me any time
You can suck anything you want
Oh girlfriend, I’ll be your Belmont
She’s comin’ around, she’s comin' around
I think I’m falling in love again
She’s comin’ around, my head’s full of sound
She’s in my blood and under my skin
She’s comin’ around, she’s comin' around
I think I’m falling in love again
She’s comin’ around, my head’s full of sound
She’s in my blood and [screams]
Oh Adelaide, don’t feel so down
I know that life gets hard
You cut your hair and changed your name
That only goes so far
You’ve got me in your thrall
I don’t care if it’s twee as long as
You can see me
When you need me
You could be my vampire girlfriend
Forever caught up in your whirlwind
Come and find me any time
You can suck anything you want
Oh girlfriend, I’ll be your Belmont
Vampire! Girlfriend!
Vampire! Girlfriend!
She’s comin’ around, she’s comin' around
I think I’m falling in love again
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5. |
Post-Punk, Post-Love
04:42
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Some of my friends
They don't understand
Why you got nobody
Holding your hand
I’d never set you up
You take your time, that’s fine
Except the graveyard shift
You got a life divine
You say paramours
Are a waste of expensive lingerie
But to all of them
You’re the one who got away
Post-Punk, Post-Love
That’s an efficient turn of phrase
To codify your raison d’etre
Post-Punk, Post-Love
Making nights of all your days
You’re Hecate hyphenate
You keep pulling those cards
Hoping they’ll come up hearts
But the spread says death
Comes before the lovers
So don’t turn over the others
With the sound compressed
No more whiplash stress
All the highs and lows
Are just so overrated
Now you’re desaturated
You say paramours
Are a waste of expensive lingerie
But to all of them
You’re the one who got away
Post-Punk, Post-Love
That’s an efficient turn of phrase
To codify your raison d’etre
Post-Punk, Post-Love
Making nights of all your days
You’re Hecate hyphenate
You may lay your body down
But you won't lay your heart out on the line
Some of my friends
They still hang around
I guess they're hopin you'll check
The lost and found
Post-Punk, Post-Love
That’s an efficient turn of phrase
To codify your raison d’etre
Post-Punk, Post-Love
Making nights of all your days
You’re Hecate hyphenate
You may lay your body down
But you won't lay your heart out on the line
Every time
Putting on the bravest face
But you don't have the courage to decide
And I know why
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6. |
New York & I Love You
03:55
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Good morning, love, I hope you slept alright
We've got a long hot summer day ahead of us
We're gonna run across the High Line all along the West Side
And dive back East where the drinks are cheap
And the choice of music doesn't bother me
Tonight, we'll stay out past the subway
We’ll ride home in some stranger's car but that's okay because
New York and I love you
And no other pair could ever do
We're just where everyone else wishes they could be, yeah
New York and I love you
And the two of us are gonna stay with you
Until the Atlantic Ocean rises
And gentrifies us for the sea
Broadway's still out of reach but the lottery's just a couple bucks each
Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky this time
Show me all your old haunts, your favorite Indian restaurant
The place where they still know your name
Even though you barely look the same
This city changes every day around you
To me, it'll always be the place where I first found you
New York and I love you
And no other pair could ever do
We're just where everyone else wishes they could be, yeah
New York and I love you
And the two of us are gonna stay with you
Until the Atlantic Ocean rises
And gentrifies us for the
See what I mean
This is bigger than just you and me
You were born here, I was reborn here
I don't ever wanna leave
Good morning love, good morning love
Wake up, it’s summer for the three of us
New York and I love you
And no other pair could ever do
We're just where everyone else wishes they could be
New York and I love you
And the two of us are gonna stay with you
Until the Atlantic Ocean rises
And gentrifies us for the sea
New York and I love you
New York and I love you
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7. |
Love Concussion!
03:44
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Tell me that you want me
Tell me all the time
Tell me I’m the only
One on your mind
Tell me that you love me
After the second date
Take me back to your bedroom
No one can make us wait
It’s too late
Cause when I’m with you I see
Stars in my eyes
From a love concussion
Drunk all the time
From a love concussion
Strung out, wrung out
With no interruption
When you think about me, when you talk about me
Laughing at my black eye
At the neighborhood bar
Hotbox wearing knee socks
In the backseat of your car
Take me to the movies
You can feel me up in the dark, oh oh
Make me feel seventeen again
Swept away right from the start
It’s not hard
Cause when I’m with you I see
Stars in my eyes
From a love concussion
Drunk all the time
On a love concussion
Strung out, wrung out
With no interruption
When you think about me, when you talk about me
If it takes me all night
Or the rest of my life
I just wanna be yours forever
Do you wanna be mine
Just give me a sign
Cause when you kiss me I see
Stars in my eyes
From a love concussion
Fucked up all the time
From a love concussion
Ears ring, I’m heart sick!
It’s a slow eruption
When you think about me, when you talk about me
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8. |
Ms. Miss Me Yet
03:20
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Another night another fight and now you’re cutting him loose
I wanna sympathize but really I’m wearing his shoes
You get sick real quick when boys get stuck on your black chiffon
The game is up bad luck if they love you then it means you won
And then you’re gone
How many pet names can one girl go through
Lucky me I’ve got my own name for you
You’re little Ms. Miss Me Yet
Boomerang girl blues
You’re little Ms. Miss Me Yet
Like a kitten with string you want everything
‘Til you get it
Not to say in my day I ain’t broke a few hearts
But you broke my record for the most restarts
And when each goodbye is really "au revoir" with a question mark
I guess the ferris wheel is the only ride at your amusement park
And then it gets dark
He should know that chocolates bore you
If he wants you back then he should just ignore you
You’re little Ms. Miss Me Yet
Boomerang girl blues
You’re little Ms. Miss Me Yet
Like a kitten with string you want everything
[Spoken]
Hey baby, it’s the midnight ass
I got all your letters and your textual messages
You never wanna see me again, well that’s just fine!
Just like last time
You’re little Ms. Miss Me Yet
Boomerang girl blues
You’re little Ms. Miss Me Yet
Like a kitten with string you want everything
You’re little Ms. Miss Me Yet
You’re little Ms. Miss Me Yet
You’re little Ms. Miss Me Yet
You’re little Ms. Miss Me Yet
You’re little Ms., you’re little Ms
You’re little Ms. Miss Me Yet
You’re little Ms., you’re little Ms
You want everything until you get it
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9. |
Grenadine Nosebleeds
04:35
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They poured us out
On the street
We were so mixed up from shaking all night
We came out
Much too sweet
Too many cherries on top, too many grenadine nosebleeds
Here comes the worst part
Here comes the rest
Love in broad daylight
That’s the real test
I don’t wanna go home
I don’t wanna go home
It’s just polaroid snaps when the memory’s cold
There’s no charge in my phone
And your heels are long gone
Hold the morning back a little bit longer
I don't wanna go home
They wanna tear
Us apart
They wanna make us feel dumb they wanna make us feel small
But when I’m here
In your arms
I feel brave and alive and a hundred feet taller
Here comes the worst part
Here comes the turn
Love in broad daylight
Well baby let’s burn
I don’t wanna go home
I don’t wanna go home
It’s just polaroid snaps when the memory’s cold
There’s no charge in my phone
And your heels are long gone
Hold the morning back a little bit longer
I don't wanna go home
Don’t go back to Brooklyn, baby
We can keep Manhattan if we just stay out
Cause if we go back to Brooklyn, baby
We go back to feeling like we’re just played out
Here comes the worst part
Here comes the sun
Love could be easy
If we just run run run
I don’t wanna go home
I don’t wanna go home
It’s just polaroid snaps when the memory’s cold
There’s no charge in my phone
And your heels are long gone
Hold the morning back a little bit longer
I don't wanna go home
I don’t wanna go home
(I don't wanna go home)
(Don't go back to Brooklyn, baby)
I don’t wanna go home
It’s just polaroid snaps when the memory’s cold
There’s no charge in my phone
(I don't wanna go home)
(Don't go back to Brooklyn, baby)
And your heels are long gone
Hold the morning back a little bit longer
I don't wanna go
I don't wanna go home
I don't wanna go home
(I don't wanna go home)
(Don't go back to Brooklyn, baby)
Don’t go back to Brooklyn, baby
We can keep Manhattan if we just stay out
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You say there’s been a change in you
Fresher than a bloody tattoo
And you can’t wait to tell me why
See you bouncing down the block
Before you let your bombshell drop
Give me one chance to sais the quoi
Everybody knows that you’re in love
Everybody knows that you’re in love, whoa
Oh my God
Nobody’s gonna take it from you
Everybody knows that you’re in love
The first one makes you lose your cool
We all remember junior high school
When everyone you kissed was Mr. Right
Now the world’s your oyster, girl
Don’t you know that you’re the pearl
And you can’t wait to shuck all night
Everybody knows that you’re in love
Everybody knows that you’re in love, whoa
Oh my God
Nobody’s gonna take it from you
Everybody knows that you’re in love
And ever since you said je t’aime
The party never stops with him
And you’re the guest of honor now
But when it’s time to cut that cake
You better hope your heart’s not breaking
What if he blows the candles out?
Oh my God
Nobody’s gonna take it from you
Everybody knows that you’re in love
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
We all know!
Everybody knows that you’re in love
Everybody knows that you’re in love, whoa
Oh my God
Nobody’s gonna take it from you
Everybody knows that you’re in love
Everybody knows that you’re in love
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
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