1. |
Fall for Me
04:26
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So your friends say
When you fall
You fall like an angel
Like a star from a fable
So tell me why
Isn’t this working?
Are your wings tired of hurting
Or do you want to fly?
H-i-g-h; h-i-g-h.
(Yeah-ah, yeah-ah...)
You are my fatal flaw
You're the tragedy that just gives more.
Why won’t you fall for me?
I’m stronger yeah, I'm stronger than I seem.
I could hold you while you breathe
And if your sky comes crashing in
I could cover you, yeah
Shield you like a second skin.
Don't look down
No you will not fall
Oh I got you in my sights
Pretty as the Northern Lights
So tell me why
Isn’t this working?
Are your wings tired of hurting
Or do you want to fly?
H-i-g-h; h-i-g-h.
(Yeah-ah, yeah-ah...)
You are my fatal flaw
You're the tragedy that just gives more.
Why won’t you fall for me?
I’m stronger yeah, I'm stronger than I seem.
I could hold you while you breathe
And if your sky comes crashing in
I could cover you, yeah
Shield you like a second skin.
Four corners on my bed,
Four angels around my head,
One to watch and two to pray
And one to take my soul.
Copyright © Mel Lampro (L&M), Jason Bradley (MUS)
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2. |
Hell Is a Happy Place
03:41
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Down, down, down,
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down
Hell is a happy place
Much deeper than your hand can trace
And you're walkin' a runnin' race to Hallelujah.
Burn everythin' you heard
Blind all them mockin' birds
Mute all the minors
And take a bow.
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down
(Hell is a happy place)
Life is a splintered stage
Much wider than you can gauge
And your soul is spreading like a plague behind you.
If you're waiting for that chance
If you're waiting on a second dance
Oh then, slide over here,
I can help you
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down,
Down, down, down, down
Copyright © Mel Lampro (L&M), Martin Tune (MUS)
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3. |
Sugar Mouth
04:13
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Your words are cruel and hidden underneath
Like teeny-tiny, pointy, candy teeth
Tearing out your next confection
From behind a smile that drips sweet deception
I bet you live in a gingerbread house
I bet your pet is a little, pink mouse
I bet you feed it petit pieces of me
On the days that you think that no one else can see
Come on over and lie to me
Bring me your sugar mouth
I know that you don’t mean
A single word that you spit out
(Come on over and lie to me…)
Eat my heart right out from my chest
Swallow it whole with your sickly finesse
Buy me another with gambling money
'Cause I don’t care where it comes from, honey
I bet you live in a gingerbread house
I bet your pet is a little, pink mouse
I bet you feed it petit pieces of me
On the days that you think that no one else can see
Come on over and lie to me
Bring me your sugar mouth
I know that you don’t mean
A single word that you spit out
(Come on over and lie to me…)
Come on over and lie to me
Bring me your sugar mouth
I know that you don’t mean
A single word that you spit out
(Come on over and lie to me…)
Copyright © Mel Lampro
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4. |
I Don't Need My Empathy
03:55
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When you speak to me, I can taste your disease
Don't touch me; my skin blisters as you squeeze
I am branded by the pain that you feel
Drinking it in; keeping it unreal
Until I burst at the seams
Choke on your dreams
Don't let me loose in your light
I'm gonna burn in your fire
I cannot breathe for your lies
Quit sticking pins in my eyes
It's taking all of my might
To stay this polite
I'm suffocating
In social expectation
Nobody's lost, nobody's won
'Cause I cannot control
The creature I become
I am screaming, but my mouth is sewn tight
There's no leaving; I can't get no respite
I'm bitten by ghosts, that no-one else sees
Taking their turn, to taunt the devil in me
I cannot run for the door
My feet are nailed to the floor
Don't let me loose in your light
I'm gonna burn in your fire
I cannot breathe for your lies
Quit sticking pins in my eyes
It's taking all of my might
To stay this polite
I'm suffocating
In social expectation
Nobody's lost, nobody's won
'Cause I cannot control
The creature I become
No I cannot control
The creature I become
The creature I become
Copyright © Mel Lampro
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Braver than Fiction Sheffield, UK
Mel (vocals)
Jason (keyboards)
Martin (guitar)
Paul (drums)
Paul (bass)
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