1. |
15 Minutes
04:40
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You sink into the driver’s seat
Then you flash a glance at me
I think I know what you want to say
The steering wheel’s locked in your grip
As you tilt your head and purse your lips
Each move writes a word on your face
You think that I stole what you should be
And robbed you of all possibilities
So take my 15 minutes
My 15 minutes of fame
It ain’t much to give but I’d gladly give it away
It’s only 900 second you’ll be on that stage
But it could be what you’re needing to find your place
As you take your final bow I hope you’ll want to see my face
After your 15 minutes
You ask if we could have a talk
The hinges tighten in my jaw
They’re five words that I’ve heard before
But I guess it’s time that we settle the score
But we still have five hours on this road
So before you start, I thought that you should know
That you could take my
15 minutes
My 15 minutes of fame
It ain’t much to give but I’d gladly give it away
It’s only 900 second you’ll be on that stage
But it could be what you’re needing to find your place
As you take your final bow I hope you’ll want to see my face
After your 15 minutes
[guitar solo]
Take my 15 minutes
My 15 minutes of fame
It ain’t much to give but I’d gladly give it away
It’s only 900 second you’ll be on that stage
But it could be what you’re needing to find your place
As you take your final bow I hope you’ll want to see my face
After your 15 minutes
Take my 15 minutes
My 15 minutes of fame
It ain’t much to give but I’d gladly give it away
It’s only 900 second you’ll be on that stage
But it could be what you’re needing to find your place
As you take your final bow I hope you’ll want to see my face
After your 15 minutes
Your 15 minutes
After your 15 minutes
Your 15 minutes of fame
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2. |
No Way Out
03:33
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I’m starting to think there’s no way out of this
Because I tried to read my psyche
In a different kind of lighting
and the bulbs were just a little too dim
I’m starting to think there’s no way out of this
so lock yourself inside your dungeon
push all of your buttons
There’s no way out of this
I’m starting to think the nation’s going extinct
We’ve gotten good at pointing fingers
But the terror seems to linger
Got good lungs but no one’s listening
I’m starting to think the nation’s going extinct
Save us a spot beside the Dino’s
They’ll frack us for oil
There’s no way out of this
Because the nation’s going extinct
No way out, no way out
I’m starting to think the future doesn’t exist
I know it sounds a tad defeatist
But reward lives in this reason
So I’m packing up and moving in
I’m starting to think the future doesn’t exist
I’ll toss my dreams and hopes in fire
They all burn like liars
The future doesn’t exist
Because the nation’s going extinct
And there’s no way out of this
No way out, no way out
No way out, no way out
I’m starting to see there’s no way out of this
But life’s too fleeting not to smile,
In bliss or denial,
There’s no way out of this
Because the future doesn’t exist
And the nation’s going extinct
And there’s no way out of this.
No there’s no way out, no way out, no way out
There’s no way out of this
There’s no way out, no way out
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3. |
Stolen Time
04:07
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We’ve been taking turns but it’s mine to speak
I need a sign give that to me
There’s no need for caution I need to know where this leads
I need a quicker route to find out if it’s over
You could be my friend tonight ‘cause I need someone on my side
I won’t be sorry as I…
The flame still burns, the heartache creeps
Taking its time and taking my sleep
Your words are an ocean pulling down and drowning me
And they should help to melt the pain from growing further
You could be my friend tonight ‘cause I need someone on my side
I won’t be sorry as I…
Fall into your earnest eyes, I’ll taste the smoke
Oh, I wish I could stay here, stolen time
Woah oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oooooohhh
There’s no need for caution I need to know where this leads
A staircase to the stars above or freefall to Hell beneath
You could be my friend tonight ‘cause I need someone on my side
I won’t be sorry as I…
Fall into your earnest eyes, I’ll taste the smoke
Oh, I wish I could stay here, stolen time
Woah oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oooooohhh
I need a sign give that to me
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4. |
Kinda Hoping
02:53
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I come home, my day’s in the rear view
All alone with nothing to do
I’m daydreaming about tomorrow
I’m kinda hoping I’ll be with you
My heart has healed from the vandals
I think the wounds have been soothed
And I don’t need flowers and candles
But I’m kinda hoping I’ll be with you
‘Cause you make me feel strong
Like I have been all along
I’m trying to live in the moment
I’m burning off the deadwood
I’m whittled down to branches and ashes
But I’m kinda hoping I’ll be with you
Yeah, I’m kinda hoping I’ll be with you
‘Cause you make me feel strong
Like I have been all along
I’m getting better with you
Maybe in love you don’t have to be so scared
Maybe you just try your best while hand-in-hand
I want to believe it’s that easy
And if I take that chance…
I’m kinda hoping I’ll be with you
I’m kinda hoping I’ll be with you
I’m kinda hoping I’ll be with you
I’m kinda hoping I’ll be with you
I’m kinda hoping I’ll be with you
I’m kinda hoping I’ll be with you
I’m kinda hoping I’ll be with you
I’m kinda hoping I’ll be with you
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5. |
Stay or Leave
04:40
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Here we go, here it goes again my baby’s on his knees
I don’t know what it’s about but I guess we’ll wait and see
Sometimes us holding on is hard to believe but
We stay if we want to, leave if we please
What’d you do? Did you steal? Did you lie? Did you run around on me?
Just spit it out ‘cause I can work with honesty
And you and I could work it out but you know the policy:
Stay if you want to, leave if you please
Maybe there won’t be a next time
Maybe our clock has run up
But there’s two options you can choose from
You remain, or you go, yeah you leap for the door, or stay darlin’, if you please
Here we go, here we go again my baby’s on his knees
I don’t know what it’s about but I guess we’ll wait and see
Sometimes us holding on is hard to believe but
We stay if we want to, leave if we please
Maybe there won’t be a next time
Maybe our clock has run up
But there’s two options you can choose from
You remain, or you go, yeah you leap for the door, or stay darlin’, if you please
Maybe there won’t be a next time
Maybe our clock has run up
But there’s two options you can choose from
You remain, or you go, year you leap for the door, or stay darlin’, if you please
So, what you think? What you wanna do? Which man you gonna be?
The one who lays in my bed or the one who leaves his keys?
Each one could tie you down, each one could set you free
Stay if you want to
Yeah, stay if you want to
Oh, stay if you want to
Or Leave
If you please
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6. |
Running On Love
04:18
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To say I’m running on empty would be putting it too simply
That implies I was recently full
To say I’m running on fumes would only make us all confused
I’m running on love, love
I’m running on love, love
I’m running on love, love
Love
To say that I don’t care would only be because I’m scared
For you, for me, for everyone I ever knew
To say that I feel safe inside the wake of all this change
Is like pretending that the ocean isn’t blue
But I’m running on love, love
I’m running on love, love
I’m running on love, love
Love
I want more, you want more
I need more, we need more
But we got to keep on running
We’re running on love, love
We’re running on love, love
We’re running on love, love
Love
Pursuing it hurts, you get beaten and bruised
But it’s stronger than caffeine or booze
Pursuing it hurts, you get beaten and bruised
But it’s stronger than caffeine or booze
Keep going, it’s worth the fight
And darlin’ you deserve it too
Love, Love
Love, Love
Love
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