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We’re here to feel the night
To feed off everything in sight
And in the middle of our midnight lies
We want everything to be right
We’re here to feel the day
To give up everything to play
And I don’t have to tell you
It would be a little strange without you
If you never came back this way again
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Fuck Your Notoriety
01:26
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When you know you’re to blame
Everything else just falls out of frame
Don’t pretend you just don’t see
Fuck you and your notoriety
When the gate is crashed
Defenses down
You’re not fun to be around
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Make You Want Me
02:43
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I cannot tell you things you know
‘Cause everyone already tells you so
Now and then I try to remember
The part of me you’d see, that Ii’m never gonna be
When I’m home little darling i’m feeling so alone
And I tried to make you want me
Knock out yourself out, it's fine you’ll see
Well I’ll still pick up your call when you call at three
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In My Mind
02:21
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Don’t you know?
Sometimes it's gotta be this way
But you should know
Even when I am old and gray
In my mind stored away
Are images of younger days
Ponytails and hairpin braids
And that’s the way its gonna stay
Dinosaurs and lego trains
Screaming fits and iPhone games
Get to play another day
In my mind anyway
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The Trees
01:46
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Dance Tonight
01:15
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How about dance tonight, whatcha say?
No thanks, I’m feeling rather blue
You never never ever tried,
no you never never never tried
Let’s dance tonight, me and you
How about a glass of wine, whatcha say?
No thanks I’m sick and tired of you
You never never ever tried,
no you never never never tried
Let’s dance tonight, me and you
Let’s dance tonight then we’re through
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Clean Sheets
03:06
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(originally by John William Stevenson)
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What I Need
02:13
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When you’re caught in the snare, and can’t free
And your voices dead air when you scream, in this catatonic dream
Serotonin laced with dopamine
It’s just a taste of what I need
It’s what I need
When you’re down on your own esteem
When the voices are there, endlessly in off pitch harmony
Serotonin laced
With dopamine
It’s such a waste but it's what I need
It’s what I need
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Diamond Mine
02:35
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(originally by Mark Johnson)
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What Was Before
01:08
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(Instrumental)
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Same Old Town
03:13
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Leaving from the same old station
Standing in the same old corner
Leaving with the same old reasons
What am I supposed to do when I can’t stand what I’ve become?
Tell everyone, fuck you I’m done
I’ve been running around the same old town
I’ve been running around, feeling up and down
I’ve been running around the same old town
Leaving from the same old station
Working all my fingers to the bone
Can you give me one good reason
Why I should stay here when I can’t stand what I’ve become?
Tell everyone, fuck you I’m done
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Find The Time
01:18
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It's all fine
It’s only happiness
If you find the time nevertheless
And it's a sign
Life’s not so meaningless
If you find the time nevertheless
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I Don't Know You Anymore
02:46
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Well I couldn’t face this, couldn’t even try
Your kiss and warm embraces, that look in your eye
How many ways have I fallen for this lie?
You’ve got my back against the door
And I, I don’t know you anymore
Now I’m tooth and faceless, I won’t even lie
Your sentimental traces are how i get high
How many days have I wondered what was right?
You shook me right down to my core
And I, I don’t know you anymore
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(Instrumental. Originally by Chad Pfeifer)
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Inland Years Brooklyn, New York
Inland Years has spent decades making music in the screamo and hardcore communities.
Inland Years is his take on shorter attention span pop. All music and instruments by Inland Years unless noted.
Inland Years recommends:
Great lo-fi account of our times
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Mowing the Leaves Instead of Piling 'em Up
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Covers better than the originals
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