1. |
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Simpleton they say,
Ain't got a new way,
Everybody knows
the sounds of our song.
Haven't gotten an answer for you,
Never even know if what I think is true
I'm always gonna feel kinda lonely,
And you're gonna feel kinda bad,
Don't wake me up I'll be gone for good,
Home alone again.
Tell me I'm alright,
If there's a smile, she must be fine,
Everything I'm told
lacks grips to hold.
Remember the way I saw you?
Close but never enough.
I'm always gonna feel kinda lonely,
And you're gonna feel kinda bad,
Don't wake me up I'll be gone for good,
Home alone again.
How long must I wait
until it goes away?
Take me fast and strong,
I know I don't belong.
I'm always gonna feel kinda lonely,
And you're gonna feel kinda bad,
Don't wake me up I'll be gone for good,
Home alone again.
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2. |
Claustrophobia
03:36
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Wasn't me, wasn't you,
It was us and that's the truth.
I met a boy who passed the time,
And that's all I wanted to find.
'Cause you're a boyfriend,
But not a lover.
I thought we were gonna keep it undercover,
I wanted you to treat me like another.
Ooh, ooh, you're gonna make a girl insane [repeat x2]
You're gonna make a girl insane
Say I don't care,
I'm sorry that you do.
But I see what's there,
While you have no clue.
Ooh, ooh, you're gonna make a girl insane [repeat x2]
You're gonna make a girl insane
Ooh, ooh, you're gonna make a girl insane [repeat x2]
Never gonna take my name away
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3. |
Wildfire
02:50
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Kick me down, nothing new is won,
A quick glance and you think you are done,
Glimpses of some show what they got,
Before I hear them in the corner making a fuss, a fuss, a fuss
You oughta know a wildfire [repeat x4]
I have so much to say,
Alone I talk all day,
Drink it in they say, it helps to forget,
A heart-stained look is what arrives instead,
You oughta know a wildfire [repeat x4]
The constant falling out, of nothing falling out,
The words I make, I can't really pronounce,
Oh just don't tell me, I don't need to know, I don't need to hear the words
You oughta know a wildfire [repeat x4]
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4. |
Lost in a Dream
04:16
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Meeting by the swings,
Innocence and its dream,
Singing that song you sing,
It is as good as it seems.
Until you hold a hand,
Changing without a chance.
Hold on, where are you going?
Hold on, where are you going?
We didn't agree that it was finished for you and me,
Hold on, why are you going?
Didn't think I'd be this way,
Clinging onto the few good things.
Maybe all that's changed,
Is stories is this golden ring.
And that song you sang,
That made her wanna dance.
Hold on, where are you going?
Hold on, where are you going?
We didn't agree that it was finished for you and me,
Hold on, why are you going.
If you're on your way,
At least promise me to stay.
If you're on your way,
At least promise the sun to stay.
Hold on, where are you going?
Hold on, where are you going?
We didn't agree that it was finished for you and me,
Hold on, why are you going.
Hold on, where are you going?
Hold on, why are you going?
Hold on, why are you gone?
credits
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Hanna Kost Santa Monica, California
24 year old from Santa Monica, CA. I make music
contact: hannakostmusic@gmail.com
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