1. |
Nothing Thrills Me
03:39
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I'm sick of thinking
Of things to say
I'm just biding my time until
The sun decides to end another day
Let's stare at each other
For a while
Maybe if we keep it up for long enough
We'll forget how to smile
Nothing thrills me anymore
And even this song kills me
'Cause I don't know what I'm even singing for
Nothing thrills me anymore
And I don't think it'll ever get better
As a hazy glaze descends upon my face
I cannot help but cast a dazey gaze
While seemingly directed outward
Only my own self does it ever penetrate
And does it ever
I can feel the pressure
It builds between my ears as I stutter
And limply ask about the weather
Nothing thrills me anymore
And even this song kills me
'Cause I don't know what I'm even singing for
Nothing thrills me anymore
And I don't care if it ever gets better
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2. |
Cricket Band
02:54
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I don't wanna be your boy
I wanna be your man
I wanna walk on down the street
Watch the cricket band
Cricket band
In the stands
Rubber bands
Around your hand
Treat me like your motorcycle
Treat me like your toy
I'm gonna take the train downtown
Watch them cricket boys
Cricket boys
I got no choice
In my head
A cricket voice
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