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You Know How I Do

length: 3:21
producer: Sal Villanueva
vocal: John Nolan and Adam Lazzara
mixer: Sal Villanueva
guitar: Eddie Reyes and John Nolan
drums (drum set): Marker O'Connell
bass guitar: Shaun Cooper
recording engineer: Erin Farley, Tim Gilles and Arun Venkatesh
lyricist: Adam Lazzara, John Nolan
composer: Adam Lazzara, Eddie Reyes, John Nolan, Marker O'Connell, Shaun Cooper

Then sick, so ill of being tired.
And oh so tired of being sick.
We're both such magnifacent liars.
So crush me babe, I'yard all ears.
So apparently desperate, so desperatly obvious.
I'll give in one more time and feed you stupid lines all nigh "cleaning up my act..."

Nosotros won't stand for hazy optics anymore.
We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore.
Nosotros won't correspond hazy eyes anymore.
We won't represent hazy eyes anymore.

So ill, then sick of being tired.
And oh and then tired of being ill.
Willing and ready to bear witness the worst of everything yous said well-nigh.
So plainly desperate, and then desperatly obvious.
So good at setting bad examples.
Heed, chichi, I've had all I can handle.

We won't stand for hazy eyes anymore.
We won't correspond hazy eyes anymore.
We won't represent hazy eyes anymore.
Nosotros won't represent hazy eyes anymore.

Think of all the fun yous had.
The finest line divides a night well spent from a waste of time.
Think of all the days you spent solitary with just your t.v. gear up and......"i can barely smile"

Think of all the fun you had.
The finest line divides a night well spent from a waste matter of fourth dimension.
Think of all the days y'all spent lone with just your t.v. set and......"i can barely smile"

Let'due south get...
He's smoked out in the dorsum of the van, says he's held up with belongings on and on and on.
He'southward smoked out in the back of the van, says he's held up with holding on and on and on.

Bike Scene

length: 3:36
producer: Sal Villanueva
song: John Nolan and Adam Lazzara
mixer: Sal Villanueva
guitar: John Nolan and Eddie Reyes
guest additional: Michelle DaRosa
drums (pulsate set): Mark O'Connell
bass guitar: Shaun Cooper
recording engineer: Erin Farley, Tim Gilles and Arun Venkatesh
lyricist: Neil Rubenstein, Adam Lazzara, John Nolan
composer: Adam Lazzara, Eddie Reyes, John Nolan, Marker O'Connell, Shaun Cooper

I'll exit the lights down low
So she knows I mean business
And maybe we could talk this over
Cause I could exist your best bet
Let alone your worst ex
And let solitary your worst...

I wanna detest you and so bad
But I can't (but I can't) terminate this
Anymore than you can

So honestly, how could you say those things
When you know they don't hateful anything
And you know very well
That I can't keep my hands to myself,
Hands to myself

I wanna detest you so bad
But I can't (but I tin't) stop this
Anymore than you lot tin

This is all incorrect and it shows
There's sure things I promised not to permit you know,
(I've got a empty-headed way of keepin you up on the border of my seat,
I've got a dizzy way of keepin you up on the...)
Not to let you know
I never permit you, never permit you, never...

You've got this silly way
Of keeping me on the border of my seat
Just you lot're just counting the clock against the train
And I'm miserable, oh
(I've got a silly way of keepin y'all up on the border of my seat,
I've got a light-headed way of keepin you lot up on the...)
And you're just getting started
I'm miserable, oh
And you're only getting started

Yous've got me right where you want me
(let's never talk) let'south never talk, let'southward never,
Permit'southward never talk most this once more because...
I didn't want it to mean that much to me
I didn't want it to mean that much to me
I didn't want it to hateful that much to me
I didn't want it to mean that much to me

Anyway... yeah

Beautiful Without the 'East' (Cut From the Team)

length: iii:32
producer: Sal Villanueva
song: John Nolan and Adam Lazzara
mixer: Sal Villanueva
guitar: Eddie Reyes and John Nolan
drums (drum gear up): Mark O'Connell
bass guitar: Shaun Cooper
recording engineer: Erin Farley, Tim Gilles and Arun Venkatesh
lyricist: Adam Lazzara, John Nolan
composer: Adam Lazzara, John Nolan, Mark O'Connell, Shaun Cooper, Eddie Reyes

Your lipstick, his collar.. don't bother Angel
I know exactly what goes on

When everything you'll get is
everything that you've wanted, princess
(well which would you prefer)
My finger on the trigger, or
(me face up down, down across your floor)
Me face up downwards, down beyond your flooring
(me face downwardly, down across your flooring)
Well merely and so long equally this thing's loaded

And will you tell all your friends
you've got your gun to my head
This all was simply wishful thinkin,
this all was just wishful thinkin
And will you tell all your friends
yous've got your gun to my head
This all was but wishful thinkin,
this all was only wishful thinkin
permit's go...

Don't bother trying to explain Angel
I know exactly what goes on when y'all're on and
How about I'k outside of your window
(how well-nigh I'm exterior of your window)
Watchin him continue the details covered
You lot're such a sucker (you lot're such a sucker)
for a sweet talker, yeah

And will y'all tell all your friends
you've got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinkin,
this all was merely wishful thinkin
(the but matter that I regret is that I, I never allow yous hold me back)
And volition you tell all your friends
y'all've got your gun to my caput
This all was only wishful thinkin,
this all was just wishful thinkin

Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
I will never ask if y'all don't always tell me
I know you well plenty to know you lot never loved me
Hoping for the best only hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
I will never ask if you lot don't ever tell me
I know you well enough to know you never loved me
Hoping for the best just hoping goose egg happens
A thou clever lines unread on clever napkins
I volition never ask if you don't always tell me
I know y'all well enough to know...

Why can't I experience anything
from anyone other than you?
Why can't I experience anything
from anyone other than y'all?

And all of this was all your fault
And all of this

(I stay jealous)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this,
for this elementary reason
I merely need to proceed you in mind
equally something larger than life
(she'll destroy united states all before she'due south through
and find a way to blame somebody else)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this,
for this uncomplicated reason
I just need to proceed yous in mind
as something larger than life
(she'll destroy us all earlier she'southward through
and detect a fashion to blame somebody else)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this,
for this uncomplicated reason
I just need to keep you lot in mind
as something larger than life!

[Thank you to theghettoyouth@aol.com for these lyrics]
[Thanks to punkymunkey420@aol.com for correcting these lyrics]

There'south No 'I' in Team

length: 3:49
producer: Sal Villanueva
vocal: John Nolan and Adam Lazzara
mixer: Sal Villanueva
guitar: John Nolan and Eddie Reyes
invitee additional: Neil Rubenstein
drums (drum set): Marking O'Connell
bass guitar: Shaun Cooper
recording engineer: Erin Farley, Tim Gilles and Arun Venkatesh
lyricist: Adam Lazzara, John Nolan
composer: Adam Lazzara, Eddie Reyes, John Nolan, Mark O'Connell, Shaun Cooper

Well I can't regret,
Tin can't you simply forget it?
I started something I couldn't end
And if nosotros go down,
We go downwardly together
Best friends ways,
Well best friends means

And I've got a twenty-dollar bill
That says you lot're up late night starting
Fist fights versus fences in your backyard
Wearing your blackness eye like a bluecoat of honor
Soaking in sympathy
From friends who never loved you
Nearly half as much as me

Broken down in bars and bathrooms
All I did was what I had to
Don't believe me when I tell y'all
It's just what anyone would practise
Take the time to talk about it
Remember a lot and live without it
Don't believe me when I tell you
It's something unforgivable oh oh

Well I can't regret,
Can't you just forget it?
I started something I couldn't finish
If nosotros become down,
Nosotros go downwards together
Best friends ways,
Well best friends ways

You never knew
Well I never told you lot
Everything I know virtually breaking hearts
I learned from you, it's truthful
I've never done it with the way and grace you lot accept
But I've made long term plans
Based on these mistakes

Broken down in bars and bathrooms
All I did was what I had to
Don't believe me when I tell you
It'south just what anyone would exercise
Take the time to talk almost it
Remember a lot and live without it
Don't believe me when I tell you
It's something unforgivable

Is this what you call tact?
I swear you're every bit subtle every bit a brick in the small of my dorsum
So let'southward end this telephone call,
And stop this conversation
There's nothing worse
(That's right he said, that's right he said information technology)
I swear, you have no thought
The jealousy that became me thinking
(That's right he said)
That you always had it mode too easy

Cleaved downwards in bars and bathrooms
All I did was what I had to
Don't believe me when I tell you lot
It's just what anyone would practice
Take the time to talk near it
Call up a lot and alive without it
Don't believe me when I tell y'all
It's something unforgivable

Best friends means I pulled the trigger
Best friends means you get what yous deserve
All-time friends ways I pulled the trigger
Best friends means you get what you deserve
Best friends means I pulled the trigger
All-time friends means y'all go what you deserve
Best friends means I pulled the trigger
Best friends ways you get what you deserve
Best friends ways I pulled the trigger
Best friends means you get what you deserve

Best friends means I pulled the trigger
Best friends ways y'all go what you lot deserve

Groovy Romances of the 20th Century

length: 3:35
producer: Sal Villanueva
song: John Nolan and Adam Lazzara
mixer: Sal Villanueva
guitar: Eddie Reyes and John Nolan
drums (pulsate ready): Mark O'Connell
bass guitar: Shaun Cooper
recording engineer: Erin Farley, Tim Gilles and Arun Venkatesh
lyricist: Adam Lazzara, John Nolan
composer: Adam Lazzara, Eddie Reyes, John Nolan, Mark O'Connell, Shaun Cooper

September never stays this cold
Where I come from
And you know
I'm not one for lament,
But I love the way you'd roll
Excuses off the tip of your tongue
As I slowly fall autonomously (slowly, quietly, slowly)
Fall autonomously

This won't mean a thing come tomorrow
And that's exactly how I'll brand it seem
Cause I'm still non sleeping,
Thinking I've crawled dwelling house from worse than this

So please, please (delight)
I'grand running out of sympathy (I'chiliad running out of sympathy!)
And I never said I'd accept this
I never said I'd take this lying downwards

She says
"come on, come on, let's just get this over with"
She says
"come up on, come on, let's but get this over with"
(I never said I'd have this lying down, let'southward simply get this over with,
And I've crawled habitation from worse than this)
She says
"come on, come on, let's just get this over with"
She says
"come up on, come on.."

Y'all always come close but this never comes piece of cake,
I still know everything
Y'all e'er come close merely this never comes like shooting fish in a barrel,
I all the same know everything
Yous always come shut but this never comes easy,
I still know everything
You always come and then shut...
I still know everything, I yet know everything, I still know...

You always come close just this never comes easy
You e'er come close only this never comes easy
You always come... yous come up in shut

I never said I'd accept this lying downwards
I never said I'd take this lying down
I never said I'd have this lying downwards
But I've crawled domicile from worse than this

If it's non keeping you lot up nights
Then what's the indicate
Then what's the point
And then what's the signal
And then what'southward the point

I'm in your room
Now is this turning you lot on
Am I turning y'all on?

I'k in your room
Are you turned on?

I'm on the corner of your bed,
I'm practically naked,
Are you turned on,
Are you lot turned on?

Ghost Human being on Tertiary

length: 3:59
producer: Sal Villanueva
vocal: John Nolan and Adam Lazzara
mixer: Sal Villanueva
guitar: John Nolan and Eddie Reyes
guest boosted: Michelle DaRosa
drums (drum prepare): Mark O'Connell
bass guitar: Shaun Cooper
recording engineer: Erin Farley, Tim Gilles and Arun Venkatesh
lyricist: Adam Lazzara, John Nolan
composer: Adam Lazzara, Eddie Reyes, John Nolan, Mark O'Connell, Shaun Cooper

Jynx me something crazy
Thinking if it'south three
Then I'm equally smooth equally the skin
Rolls beyond the small-scale of your back
It'south as well bad it's not my style
If you lot need me
I'm out and on the parkway,
Patient and waiting for headlights,
Dressed in a fashion that'due south fitting to the
Inconsistencys of my moods

It's times like these where silence means everything
And no one is to know nearly this
Information technology's times like these, where silence ways everything
And no one is to know well-nigh this

It'southward a campaign of distraction
And revisionist history, oh

It'south a shame I don't call back that they'll discover
(information technology's a shame, I don't remember that they'll detect)
Information technology's a shame I uncertainty they fifty-fifty care
(information technology'south a shame I dubiety they even care)
No 1 is to know about this

It'due south a shame I don't think that they'll notice
(it's a shame, I don't retrieve that they'll detect)
It's a shame I doubt they even care
(it's a shame I doubtfulness they even care)
Don't allow me down

But whatsoever I have gettin myself into
Mayhap has been slicing inches from my waist
It's my fist vs. the canteen
(and thank God yous weren't there...)
And that's how bad could this hurt
Or against I won't feel a thing
(and thank God you weren't there...)
I tell you all almost information technology
It's just not working out
(...to sentinel me striking the bottle)
Not working out

Information technology'south a entrada of distraction
And revisionist history, oh

It'southward a shame I don't think that they'll notice
(it's a shame, I don't call up that they'll notice)
It'southward a shame I dubiety they even intendance
(information technology'south a shame I doubt they even intendance)
No one is to know about this

It'southward a shame I don't recall that they'll notice
(it's a shame, I don't think that they'll discover)
It's a shame I doubt they even care
(it's a shame I dubiety they fifty-fifty care)
Don't let me downwards

This is why nosotros were taught so much better than this
This is why we were taught so much improve than this

This is what living similar this does
This is what living like this does
This is what living like this does
This is what living similar this does
This is what living like this does
This is what living similar this does
This is what living similar this does
This is what living like this does
This is what living like this does

Timberwolves at New Bailiwick of jersey

length: 3:24
producer: Sal Villanueva
vocal: John Nolan and Adam Lazzara
mixer: Sal Villanueva
guitar: John Nolan and Eddie Reyes
invitee additional: Neil Rubenstein
drums (pulsate set): Mark O'Connell
bass guitar: Shaun Cooper
recording engineer: Erin Farley, Tim Gilles and Arun Venkatesh
lyricist: Adam Lazzara, John Nolan
composer: Adam Lazzara, Eddie Reyes, John Nolan, Mark O'Connell, Shaun Cooper

Get upwards, go up
Come on, come up on, lets go
At that place'southward just a few things
I think that you should know
Those words at best
Were worse than teenage poetry
Fragment ideas
And too many pronouns
Stop it, come up on
Yous're not making sense at present
You can't make them want you
They're all just laughing

Literate and stylish (literate and fashionable)
Kissable and tranquillity (kissable and quiet)
Well that'due south what girls dreams are made of
And that'southward all you demand to know (and that'southward all you need to know)
You have it or you don't (you have it or you)
Y'all have it or you (don't)

You have information technology or you
You see how much time you lot're wastin?
You lot're coward of seperatin

Stop information technology, come on
You know I tin't help it
I got the mic
And you got the mosh pit
What will it take
To make you admit that you were wrong?
Was his demise so carefully constructed?
Well let's but say I got what I wanted
Crusade in the end it's always the same (you're even so gone)
Lets go

Literate and stylish (literate and stylish)
Kissable and serenity (kissable and serenity)
Well that's what girls dreams are made of
And that's all you need to know (and that's all you need to know)
Yous have it or you don't (y'all have it or you)
You have it or you lot (don't) don't

This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue
And my center through the telescopic
Downwards the barrel of a gun (gun,gun)
Remind me not to ever act this way again
This is yous trying difficult to
Make certain that y'all're seen
With a girl on your arm
And your heart on your sleeve
Remind me not to ever think of you once more
This is me with the words
On the tip of my tongue
And my eye through the scope
Down the barrel of a gun
Remind me not to ever deed this manner over again (again)
Again (again)

This is me with the words
On the tip of my tongue
And my eye on the scope
Downwardly the barrel of a gun
I'll never act this manner once more

Rest the weight (I know somethin that you don't know)
You've had your chance and folded
Don't hold your breath
Considering y'all'll but brand things worse
Rest the weight (I know somethin that yous don't know)
You've had your chance and folded
Don't hold your breath
Because you'll only make things worse

(I know somethin that you don't know)
This is me with the words
(I know somethin that you don't know)
And you lot sure don't
Hold your, hold your breath
(I know somethin that you don't know)
Considering yous'll just make things worse
Concord your breath
Considering you'll only make things worse
Concur your breath
(I know somethin that you don't know)
Because you'll merely make things worse

Don't concord your breath because you'll simply brand things worse!

The Blue Channel

length: 2:31
producer: Sal Villanueva
song: John Nolan and Adam Lazzara
mixer: Sal Villanueva
guitar: Eddie Reyes and John Nolan
drums (drum set): Mark O'Connell
bass guitar: Shaun Cooper
recording engineer: Erin Farley, Tim Gilles and Arun Venkatesh
lyricist: Adam Lazzara, John Nolan
composer: Adam Lazzara, Eddie Reyes, John Nolan, Mark O'Connell, Shaun Cooper

And I'm not so sure
If I'm sure of anything anymore
Well this is the concluding night (this is the concluding night)
That you'll exist keepin'
Secrets from me

Just striking the lights before you leave
You lot know, the million things yous had to say
Sorry just, simply might have found it's way in there
Somehow, someway
But don't worry sweetie
Cause I already know

And I'm non so certain
If I'm certain of anything anymore
Well this is the concluding night (this is the last nighttime)
That you'll be keepin'
Secrets from me

And you're so guilty it's disgusting
He's been sneakin underneath your sheets
And your hands
Have been in places that they probably shouldn't go
But don't worry sweetie
Cause I already know

Regardless if my pictures
They don't line your mirror
Regardless you know that
I'll withal wait for your call

Regardless if my pictures
They don't line your mirror
Regardless y'all know that
I'll still expect for your telephone call

(this is, this is the terminal time I even so wait for your phone call)
Regardless if my pictures
They don't line your mirror
Regardless yous know that
I'll still wait for your telephone call

(honestly, honestly, honestly, honestly)

You're Then Last Summertime

producer: Sal Villanueva
vocal: John Nolan and Adam Lazzara
mixer: Sal Villanueva
guitar: Eddie Reyes and John Nolan
drums (drum set): Marking O'Connell
bass guitar: Shaun Cooper
recording engineer: Erin Farley, Tim Gilles and Arun Venkatesh
lyricist: Adam Lazzara, John Nolan
composer: Adam Lazzara, Eddie Reyes, John Nolan, Marker O'Connell, Shaun Cooper

She said
"don't, don't let it get to your head
Boys similar y'all are a dime a dozen,
Boys like you are a dime a dozen"
She said
"you lot're a bear on overrated,
you're a lush and I hate it
merely these grass stains on my knees
they won't mean a thing"

And all I (all I)
Need to know (demand to know)
Is that I'k somethin you lot'll be missin
(is that I'yard somethin that you're missin)
(perchance I should detest for this)
Maybe I should hate yous for this
Never really did e'er quite get that far
(maybe I should hate for this)
Maybe I should detest you for this
Never really did e'er quite become that...

I'd never lie to you
Unless I had to
I'll practice what I got to
Unless I had to
I'll do what I become to, the truth
is you could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I'd repent for bleedin on your shirt

And all I (all I)
Need to know (need to know)
Is that I'm somethin you'll be missin
(is that I'm somethin that yous're missin)
(mayhap I should hate for this)
Maybe I should detest yous for this
Never really did e'er quite get that far
(maybe I should detest for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite go that...

Crusade I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This'll be terminal chance y'all get to drib my name
Crusade I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This'll be terminal chance you become to drop my name

If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'thousand only bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm only bad news, then you're a liar
If I'chiliad simply bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'yard simply bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, so yous're a liar
If I'1000 just bad news, then you're a liar

[Thanks to theghettoyouth@aol.com for these lyrics]
[Thanks to abadstarfalling@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]

Head Society

length: 3:02
producer: Sal Villanueva
vocal: Adam Lazzara and John Nolan
mixer: Sal Villanueva
guitar: John Nolan and Eddie Reyes
guest additional: Neil Rubenstein and Matt McDannell
drums (drum set): Marker O'Connell
bass guitar: Shaun Cooper
recording engineer: Erin Farley, Tim Gilles and Arun Venkatesh
lyricist: Neil Rubenstein, Adam Lazzara, John Nolan
composer: Adam Lazzara, Eddie Reyes, John Nolan, Marking O'Connell, Shaun Cooper

Well it’s getting colder and you’re getting distant
And I merely keep thinkin
That I never meant information technology to be like this(to be like this)
You know what comes next(and then do I)
You’re begging for a way to gracefully bow out
And say goodnight

It’s worse than y'all think
On your way home you should have known
You never heed to me
I’m but complaining to continue myself decorated, sweetie
I’m only lament to keep myself busy, sweetie

I can’t say I blame you lot
But I wish that I could
I’k sick of writing every vocal about you

Don’t call my name out your window, I’thou leaving
(I’g sick of writing every vocal about you)
Don’t call my name out your window, I’m leaving
(I’yard sick of writing every song nearly you)
Don’t call my proper name out your window, I’thou leaving
(I’m sick of writing every song near you)
Don’t call my name out your window, I’m leaving
(I’m sick of writing every song nigh you lot)
Don’t phone call my name out your window, I’m leaving
(I’thousand sick of writing every song virtually you)
Don’t call my proper name out your window, I’m leaving
(I’m sick of writing every song about yous)
Don’t call my name out your window, I’chiliad leaving
(I’m ill of writing every song about you lot)
Don’t call my name out your window, I’thou leaving
(I’m sick of writing every song about you)
Don’t call my name out your window, I’m leaving
(I’g sick of writing every vocal almost you)
Don’t call my name out your window, I’yard leaving
(I’yard sick of writing every song about y'all)
Don’t call my name out your window, I’yard leaving
(I’yard sick of writing every song about you)
Don’t call my proper noun out your window, I’g leaving
(I’m sick of writing every song about you)
Don’t call my proper noun out your window, I’m leaving
(I’thou sick of writing every song about you)
Don’t phone call my proper name out your window, I’k leaving
(I’g sick of writing every song most you)
Don’t telephone call my name out your window, I’thou leaving
(I’m sick of writing every song nearly you)
Don’t call my name out your window, I’m leaving
(I’m sick of writing every song about you)
Don’t call my name out your window, I’g leaving
Don’t call my name out your window, I’1000 leaving