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the manchester orchestra - 100 dollars
Several Women's magazines
Stacked up on top of a picture of me
When I tried to call
No one answered
It's not even that I'm all angry
Just wanna know why you would do this thing
You said, theres an understanding
I offer you a small dog in the kitchen
I just wanted you to feel at home
And that's why I'm fine
I am fine, I am fine, I am fine
I just need 100 dollars
And I am fine, I am fine, I am completely fine
I just need 100 dollars
From you
And you and you
And you and you
the manchester orchestra - alice and interiors
I swear I tried again
You?re never visible on the weekdays
When I need you to
Do what you can?t afford to do
You better watch your tone
You?re not invincible
You know I?ll do what I have to do
To stop the sound coming from you
Cause the truth is
You?re probably not as bad
As I make you out to be
To the boys and the girls
That will listen closely know
I?m the one that is sorry
You can write the coolest songs
I was wrong, I was wrong
This isn?t working out
You?re only logical on Sundays
When you can follow through
Exactly what I told you to do
Please just pick up the phone
Am I invisible?
Now you know
I didn?t mean a thing
When I said you could barely sing
Cause the truth is
You?re probably not as bad
As I thought that you were being
To the boys and myself
We?re just tired of listening
I?m the one that is sorry
Help me write the coolest songs
I was wrong, I was wrong
Cause the truth
Is that no one
Truly knows
What the hell it is you?re doing
When they ask are you dead
Or are you just sleeping?
I am the one that is happy
I don?t like your shitty songs
You were wrong
You were wrong
the manchester orchestra - anne louise
This leathers called a seat belt Anne Louise
Your head out of the window in the coolest summer breeze
And in the air were all the things you claimed we need
They seemed to be worth less than once I did believe
And I swear to god that I'll avenge your death
With the best lawyers of auto-politics
And I'll spend whatever money's to be spent
To try and revive your broken body again
And the penny-pitching funeral was shit
Your body in a plastic frame that I threw flowers in
And I hope to god that you'll remember me in heaven
God I hope you don't remember that in heaven
God I hope that they'll allow me into heaven
Look what I've become
Look what I've become
the manchester orchestra - anything left
Friday night is fight night in the city
seven mothers crack a shiny boxing gloves
you will need 'em
to defeat 'em
who will take the gold picking and the betting
bright lights and fist fights bring the attendence up
it's so trendy on the marquee
and i will wait if there's anything left to tell me (please don't tell me)
well i'm sorry darling you have crossed the line
and i will wait if there's anything left of me
i'll show you all the doctor's my eyes can't deny
i willl throw the fight i swear to Jesus
clearly head inside the main offense tonight
she believed him
cause he's bleeding
tongue-tied in the nineth round of contention
our fair lady wins a no contesting bout
with a hand gun
to a loved one
and i will wait
if there's anything left just tell me (please don't tell me)
with that 'everything's gonna be just fine'
and i will wait
if there's anything left of me
i'll give you anything you need of me to make this right.
and i will wait if there's anything left don't tell me
with that 'everything's gonna be alright'
and i will wait
if there's anything left behind, don't tell me
cause this time everything will not be fine.
the manchester orchestra - badges and badges
Don't make a badge and wear it too
So mark my S's through and through
Cause I'd buy anything for you
And I make my badge and sell it, too.
My voice is finally giving in
So I tuned it down another step
So I can hit that note you wept
When I play that one note again
The body is a tempting tool
An argument on what to do
We all know there's a truth to truth
So I make my badge and sell it, too.
And I think I found the missing link
With your head inside a kitchen sink.
Throw up until you cannot drink
That's got to be the missing link
So what's a boy or girl to do?
I've turned into an epic fool
I'm man, a myth, a stepping stool
'Cause I make my badge and screw it too.
Mmm.
So what's a boy or girl to do?
I've turned into an epic flu
I'm a man, a myth, I'm a stepping stone
'Cause I make my badge and screw it too.
Hallelujah, what have I done?
Hallelujah, what have I done?
the manchester orchestra - colly strings
Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind,
Your bourbon brown that can burn my eyes,
I lost your presence underneath the bridge
Lock the door, let's talk it out,
Against the wall, hands on my mouth,
Could this be it, is it really over now?
You wore a pink t-shirt and khaki pants,
You sang your songs and danced your dance,
I unwrapped your presents underneath your feet
Nine to eleven you're getting weak,
The tile is cold, I can barely speak,
And I think she's gone, but I'll be sure for safety's keeping
If you say no, then no it will be,
I'll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings,
Just play it cool yeah, and try avoid being seen
I'll stick it at our skin, pierced for nothing
Well yeah I saw inside the mirror and your smoking gun,
Along in the sign, the hours, the subscribing one by one,
And I fell so fast in Sufat's bedroom,
You said you saw it coming but you didn't see nothing,
Your eyes are on the living room your eyes are on the closet,
Don't worry about, don't worry about anything
A pity invitation to an akward house,
For pseudo-boy who would rather wear a blouse,
I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time
My curly hair and a voting booth,
Confessingly, this is the first time I've loved you,
And God I mean, God I mean it, I hope that I mean it
'Cause like dying young, idols got the best of me,
Well don't stop calling, you're the reason I love losing sleep,
And the building collapse, we'll shop one for something
I'll stick it at our skin, pierced for something
Besides, don't release me until it's over
And besides, you can't believe without fear
And besides, you can't believe without fear
the manchester orchestra - do you really like being alone
So ill dig a hole in my room
From Birmingham and back again for you
In the end they say weâ??ll see the truth
What a shocking beauty we can both abuse
So I folded my hands into a bird
The shadows made you laugh
They made you sunburned
And I stitched my faith into your shirt
To make sure nobody but me was getting hurt
And you love being cast as the fool
In a movie no one ever pays to sit through
Just calm down it will be over soon
And god I wonder what it is Iâ??d do without you
Do you really like being alone?
Do you really like being alone?
La di da da da da
And the lord made me confront my past
We asked each other to explain the mess
I believed with enough good Iâ??d mend
But any good I had was always simply tempered
And I tried hard to sing like they did
With my arms raised in the air I was praising
You said that when we died it would send
But maybe even Jesus knew that I was faking
Do you really like being alone
Goddamn of course you donâ??t
Do you really like being alone
Do you really like being alone
Wouldnâ??t blame you if you went back home
And got an actual job
And you kissed your wife and your two daughters
Like I wished I could
And I think that weâ??d be free
Oh my god I think you finally feel free
I donâ??t really like being alone
God of course I donâ??t
I donâ??t really like being alone
I donâ??t really like being alone
I think I might just go back home
And get an actual job
Stop selling my soul to the devil
He buys so much merch from us
And I think heâ??d set us free
Yeah I think heâ??d cut the chains
And set you and me free
Do you really like being alone?
Cause I donâ??t really like being alone
Do you really like being alone?
I think I might just go back home
And get an actual job
And tell both my redneck neighbors
To bring their dogs inside
And I could get some sleep
Cause I think all I need
Is a decent night sleep
the manchester orchestra - don t let them see you cry
Don't let them see you cry
When the dam breaks down and the city is covered in water
Cause I believe we fly
When the moon takes shape and I dose off, on your shoulders
I trust that you see it too
So breathe while you're alive
Let the big band play as you tap leather with your fingers
And I tried to write in style
But the words just come and I write them as soon as I see them
And I trust that you write them too
And I trust that you love me too
the manchester orchestra - girl with broken wings
On the porch, she will sit,
Light another cigarette,
And take a sip of anything that makes it right.
She's outside, trying to hide from the fight just inside,
Where her mom and her dad destroy each other
And on the phone she will call
Every boy, yeah, one and all.
They will touch her in all the right places.
And in her room, she will slide
Down the bed and try to fly,
And she will fall once again for the feeling
And as he grabs her brown hair,
She is faking
That the feeling he gives her is real
As the floor underneath the bed is
Breaking
She will finish what she starts with "I love you."
So from her head to her toes,
Nervous hands and runny nose,
All of this just for one night of feeling
And in her ears she will hear
All the things that hide her fears
Of dying young and making plans for the future.
And all the marks on her arms
Symbolize a fractured heart
And all the boys that were smart
Left her alone
So from the roof, she will fly
15 feet down the side
Of the house where she once was happy
Yes it's true, she's aware
That she is breaking
And it's true, she can't do anything
Well in her blue underwear
She is thinking how
In Jesus' precious name
She got here
Well it's sad but it's true
She is ending
But for now, she will pray for some wings
On a black Cadillac she is landing hard
Yet her parents' biggest worry is the car.
the manchester orchestra - golden ticket
Please take care of yourself was the last thing I said,
Right before that operator made us disconnected.
Please take care of yourself was the last thing I said,
Right before that operator made us disconnected.
If you can hear me right now, I've got a formula vow
That swears I'll do my best to figure out this situation.
First of all I'll explain why I caused all that water
But never fixed that leaking pipe that floods us to the sealing.
An empty shot glass doesn't lie so I fulfilled my appetite
And crossed my fingers that the good Lord will take care of you and I again.
So now that I found it,
I'll tie the ropes around it.
And make sure that the bottle never bothers us again.
Well I promise this time really. yeah?
I'm cleaning up sincerely. yeah.
And I'll make sure that the devil never bothers you again.
How I wish that you had sold me on all of those big goals
Of being a good father not a careless liar.
Well am I really that old, ignorant or to slow
To realize I have lost my golden ticket back home?
the manchester orchestra - i can barely breathe
When the dark flood came
we wrapped ourselves inside a dirty blanket
citing different opinions
on whether we should move
when the houses came
they ate up everyone like they were fishes
saying, "come on, come on
its the end of the world"
and then I saw your face
you're turning skin into a dirty secret
I watched the beauties, watched the fire
and the fire burn the beauty in their eyes
when I took the blame
we layed in ruins trying to quote your phrase
we're yelling, "someone's got the answers,
but I'd rather think there's nothing to be found"
if you knew I was dying would it change you?
So when you see me falling backwards down the wall that says I'm still alive,
don't be cautious when I'm cautiously approaching on the other side
everybody has their reasons, that's the reason we're all going to die
because if seeing is believing,
then believe that we have lost our eyes
when I fly solo, I fly so high
don't touch me now.
We all deserve something
the manchester orchestra - i can feel a hot one
I could feel a hot one taking me down
For a moment, I could feel the force
Fainted to the point of tears
And you were holding on to make a point
What's the point?
I'm but a clean man, stable and alone man
Make it so I won't have to try
The faces always stay the same
So I face the fact that I'm just fine
I said that I'm just fine
I remember, head down,
After you had found out
Manna is a hell of a drug
And I need a little more, I think
Because enough is never quite enough
What's enough?
I took it like a grown man crying on the pavement
Hoping you would show your face
But I haven't heard a thing you've said
In at least a couple hundred days
What'd you say?
I was in the front seat, shaking it out
And I was asking if you felt alright
I never want to hear the truth
I want to hear your voice, it sounded fine
My voice, it sounded fine
I could feel my heartbeat taking me down
And for the moment, I would sleep alright
I'm awaking with a selfish fear
To keep me up another restless night
Another restless night
The blood was dry, it was sober
The feeling of audible cracks
And I could tell it was over
From the curtains that hung from your neck
And I realized that then you were perfect
And my teeth ripping out of my head
And it looked like a painting I once knew
Back when my thoughts weren't entirely intact
To pray for what I thought were angels
Ended up being ambulances
And the Lord showed me dreams of my daughter
She was crying inside your stomach
And I felt love again
the manchester orchestra - i can feel your pain
Well I watched your black tied family
Rise up from graves near cemeteries
That I have not been to since you goodbye
And I drank another simile
And compared your Jesus to a thief
He took my bones and turned them into bread.
Cause I can feel your pain, in my bones, in my bones.
I was scared to call your mother
For news that you weren't getting better
Well my God, what the hell am I supposed to do?
And I ran off and ran on to something
That I swore was everything but beautiful
I only say that word for you
Cause I can feel your pain, in my bones, in my bones.
And I can feel your pain, deep in my bones, deep in my bones.
And hallelujah to the one in our bones
And hallelujah to the one that we love
the manchester orchestra - i was a lid
i was a lid on a house we barely speak of
folded again i could see myself inside
and i was amazed how a god could know my first name
and you amazed at the difference in my speech 2, 3, 4
so what of your words did i know you would deceive me
and what better emd for a calmness in my side
so i made a way from a ? godspeed
and what a debate do you still know my full name
and i was the one that decided to light you on fire
and you were a tree with a root that was wrapped in my brain
so build me a sign make me know that you speak of a body
oh do do you plead do do you plead do do you plead please
i had a thought i did your house up faking causes
and i needn't a word i am the saddest version yet
so what is the price i pay to be this wrong ?
i was the man that claimed to see but now i'm not
i am afraid of the good and bad beneath me
so give me a sign for the angels on my feet
i was a man yeah i swear i was a man
so keep me alive for the angels in my feet
cause i am a way for a man to rid his skin clean
so send me a sign for the ones who need my seed (seat)
and i had a dream i killed our families
and you were the one i hoped you blame
and i felt a baby in your stomach
i knew who he was but he had no name
the manchester orchestra - i d rather
In a car on the driveway the conversation's colors paint themselves on canvas
White lies and motivation, we're standing oh so honestly
I'm surprised it didn't hurt your eyes
I think that 'I' is the only word in your vocabulary tonight
Those same brown eyes stare straight ahead
And I shut my hand in your door
And I looked around for a lifeline
Well I would rather have a broken arm
Than have my arms around you
Well I would rather have a broken arm
Than have my arms around you
It took a minute or two to gather all my neurotic thoughts
Before I started to talk way too loud
Loudly I thought to myself 'God, how do I find myself here again and again'
My same black eyes stare straight ahead as
I took my time with a ciggarette
Fair enough I'm still in love with the false hope of us stabbed inside my chest
Let me tell you all about it
'Cause I would rather have a punctured lung
Than waste my breath on you
Well I would rather have a punctured lung
Than waste my breath on you
Although my dear
I would rather have a broken hart
Than give up hope on you
Well I would rather have a broken heart
Than give up hope on you
We've got all the time that we need
We've got all the time that we need
We've got all the time that we need
We've got all the time that we need
We've got all the time that we need
We've got all the time that we need
We've got all the time that we need
We've got all the time that we need
We've got all the time that we need
We've got all the time that we need
Oh, got all the time that we need
We've got all the time that we need
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