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Home
02:56
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I just picked up my fourth set of house keys,
in twice as many months.
Shout out to my family with the unfamiliar blood.
If it hadn’t been for you I don’t know what I would’ve done.
Cause I came so close to giving up,
I came so close, til I found a…
Steady hands ground shaking bones,
Reminds me that I’m not alone.
I tried my best to hide, but you saw through me.
You’re the archetype, of my minds eye,
Disarming as if by design.
There’s no point tryna hide, you see straight through me
H-O-M-E, you and me, we fit like lock and key,
Puzzle pieces, neither of us knew were missing.
H-O-M-E, you and me, we fit like lock and key,
Puzzle Pieces…
I've learnt home is not a place,
It’s a state of mind.
I found mine inside a song,
You’re the breath in every line.
Home is not a place,
It’s a state of mind.
I found mine inside a song,
And you’re the breath in every line.
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2. |
Sad Songs
02:33
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I was never scared of dying
til I had to save your life.
Now thoughts of being alone or
losing you keep me up at night.
You were always scared of flying
But not from fear of heights.
Now the tables have been turned around
And you have given up the fight.
The sad songs, they don’t help.
Fix the mess you made inside yourself.
The sad songs, yeah they don’t help,
Fix the mess you made, go fix yourself.
The sad songs don’t help
The sad songs don’t help to change your state of mind, the negative ways you choose to waste your time.
The sad songs don’t help to change your state of mind, you’re negative all the fucking time
The sad songs don’t help
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3. |
Cut Me Open
02:59
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I’ve grown sick and tired,
from always being tired & sick,
There’s something bout this lifestyle,
I can’t seem to kick.
My t-shirts are all full of holes,
day old sweat & alcohol.
These songs are all, all that I have left.
Two long years of silence,
Two whole years I’ve been hiding
In the back of my mind.
But there’s a part of me,
in each of these,
broken stretched out strings
So cut me open, & let me bleed,
Myself dry of apologies.
I don’t owe you, anything
Cut me open, let me bleed.
I don’t owe you, anything
Don’t owe you, anything
Don’t owe you, anything
So cut me off and let me leave.
These songs are all that I’ve got left,
To quell the thought of my own death.
These songs are all I’ve got left…
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4. |
Brick Wall Blues
02:27
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My frame is tired from holding in,
All the should haves and should have beens.
Foundation cracks we patched,
With hollow words we can’t take back.
Peeling paint up off these walls,
Convinced we could have had it all.
Tried to warn you that,
a house of cards ain’t built to last..
Walking on floors that we laid,
Your gentle touch, it starts to fade.
I hear you whispering,
you’re tempted poison mixed with fear.
Peeling paint up off these walls,
You transform la petit mort,
Tried to warn me but
It’s better death than living torn
Just let me go,
Away again.
Don’t try and save me.
Don’t try and save me.
Brick by boring brick,
you wore me down,
You burnt me out.
Brick by boring brick,
you wore me down,
you burnt me out.
But brick, by brick
I’ll drown you out.
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5. |
Light Me Up
03:05
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You were the smog covering the city,
You were the blood between my teeth,
You lit a match and filled the room with gasoline,
Tried to keep us warm, now we’re struggling to breathe.
You were the smog covering the city,
You were the gap, in sanity,
You lit a match and filled the room with gasoline,
Tried to keep us warm, now we’re blown to smithereens.
You only want me when you’re fucked up
I only ever want you when I’m sad.
You’ll be the one that I got over,
I’ll still be the best you ever had.
Light me up, watch me burn.
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Lioness
03:10
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I was born with good genetics, with a sharp head on strong shoulders.
They were built to take the weight, of the world’s problems so I’ll own them.
Armed with the best intentions, but still slow to learn my lesson,
I’ve felt guilty this whole time, the paper perfect life I hide behind
I wasn’t born to tell the story, but I’ll help you rewrite the ending.
If there’s meaning to be made here, it’s in the history we’re mending.
Armed with the best intentions, but still slow to learn my lesson,
Can’t believe that this whole time it was a lie, I was a lion.
I am the lioness of my pride,
Spitting image of my mother,
fucking apple of my father’s eye, oh I.
I am the lioness of my pride,
Spitting image of my mother,
fucking apple of my father’s eye, oh I.
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Some days we're ripped and torn away
From the shore and tossed to a watery grave
Set adrift in the depths of the drink in the hands of the gods we curse
We call for help when no one's around
Shot down fleeting thoughts never make a sound
Set adrift in the depths of the dark in the heart of the sea where we wish
We all carry the tune we love
Think of home when the waves and the going get tough
Hold our breath and go down with the wish of just one last kiss to rest
I feel it in my bones when the storm is close
Then await for the rain and the wind to blow
As dark colors fill the sky I'm drenched I'm feeling so alive
Eyes closed tight my ears open for the boat
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Ten Cent Tiger Perth, Australia
Members of Alex the Kid, Lionizer and Paper Plains have come back from the dead to join forces and make music once
more.
Incorporating musical elements from their previous lives, Ten Cent Tiger leans heavily on their punk influences while also incorporating a healthy dose of Pop, Rock and Thrash
Ten Cent Tiger's upcoming EP, Moments, is slated for release in early 2024.
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