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Hardcore Kids
03:01
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All the time that you've been wasting smoking pot in your parents' basement
Writing songs to try and rock a nation with guitar finger lacerations
If conformity's to blame then why do you all dress the same
Leather jackets and gritted teeth don't hide the kid that's underneath
I wanna see you fall down on the floor of my house party basement
I wanna see you crawling on your knees completely fucking wasted
I wanna break your dreams (your dreams) Your dreams!
Every time that you got wasted drinking wine in a crowded basement
Hardcore Kids wanna kill and maim everyone that's in love with fame
Say you're not afraid to die but you won't give a reason why
Can't just seem to cope at all just feed your brain some Adderall
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2. |
Waste
03:29
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Say that you love me; want me; want me near you
I don't think I even ever really cared about it
You really need me, please be what you want to
I don't wanna be anything that I don't want to
You really chill me, kill me. You don't thrill me
I don't think I even ever really cared about it
You really scold me; told me not to be me
I don't wanna be anything that I don't want to
I wanna waste my life sitting around with you
Got nothing else I wanna say
I wanna waste my time sitting around with you
Got nothing else to do today
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3. |
Poor at Heart
03:23
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Exhale smoke from my trash bag lungs
Flick a dangling ash with stained tobacco thumbs
I'm more than ready when a tube hums
Such a loser that I already won
Save your problems for another day
I took my chance and then I threw it away
I should be going but I'm here to stay
Oh me! Oh my! another day
I wish I had another dream that I could fall back to in bed
I think I'd rather have your life than stick with you right here instead
My mind's been running like a horse around an old forgotten track
I think I'd rather have your life than sit here wishing you were back
Air conditioner's coughing wind
but the air's too thick and my mind's worn thin
I got some classes but I've never been
Such a loser, baby, always win
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4. |
Know What I Mean
02:25
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It doesn't matter don't saddle me to you
It doesn't flatter don't saddle me to you
You think it matters to saddle me to you
You think it flatters to saddle me to you
Don't think you even know what I mean
Tell my why. I cans you when you cry.
Do you even have to lie? Oh my!
Do take my advise, I already told you twice.
Do I need to say it thrice? Oh christ!
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5. |
Can't Help It
02:58
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Rainy day my thoughts are gray
Sometimes I think that it's okay when I
Tell my-self I can be me
Cut myself on every word
Sometimes I think you never heard when I
Tell my-self I can free
I can't help it. Never can help it.
Never can help it. You win
Tell my mind that it's just fine
I can wait until some other time
tell my-self I can be me
It's alright, but I can't lie
I can't wait for just some other guy
Tell my-self I can love me
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6. |
Self-Help
02:08
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Turn away from all what you want
It's not turning out to be how you want it to be
Somewhere better than here I thought
I'm not trying hard to be what I'm aching to be
Sell yourself, Help yourself
Some things borrowed and some forgot
It's not always east to see where you need 'em to be
Januaries get lost in though
It's to very hard to see what you're aching to be
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7. |
Adeline
02:01
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Oh won't you help me to forget the problems I ain't handled yet
Let your hair down just to hide the love bites I left on your neck
We'll find a better place
from now on you are my peace of mind
Nobody could replace her but I'm trying really hard this time
Adeline! All but broken
Promise rings! Empty tokens
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8. |
Funeral March
03:47
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Pondering time
Back of my mind
Think that it's fine
Everything's burning up
Pain in my chest
She's getting dressed
It's for the best
Everyone's breaking up
I'm out of time
Put me in line
Can't find the rhyme
Guess that I used it up
Funeral march
Who's left in charge
It's all a farce and I
Hope that he's owning up
Hole in my chest
It's for the best
Don't be depressed
everyone's turning up
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9. |
Let's Go
01:30
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Come on let's go! Let's go! I don't want this thing to end
If you don't love me that's okay we'll just pretend
I don't care what you think or even do
Long as I'm still standing right here next to you
Don't you say what you want.
Don't act how you want want
Don't tell me I don't wanna
Know
Don't act how you feel
Don't say that it's real
Don't tell me I should take it
Slow
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Sad Sinderella Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Formed in the University of the Arts in Center City, Philadelphia; Sad Sinderella is a punk-informed rock band with influences ranging from Townes Van Zandt to Nirvana. Though mostly fast-paced rock and roll, our music contains enough blues and Americana themes to keep it from sounding too “second verse, same as the first”. ... more
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