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Drive Slow
03:29
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Time to say goodbye
I can't forgive another lie
I tried but I'm tired of feeling low
So drive slow, don't hurry, nowhere left to go
You said that you ran of choices, still you love me so
While you were trying to protect me you put on a show
Spare me your excuses, I don't want to know
I think you know you weren't honest
Drive slow, don't hurry, nowhere left to go
You said that I should let it go
But something's changed inside
Now that I know I've tried
But I'd rather be alone
You said that you ran of choices, still you love me so
Spare me your excuses, I don't want to know
I just want to see you leaving, go on walk out the door
I won't let you hurt me anymore
Go on, get out, you've got nowhere left to go
(You know, you can't go back)
Go on, get out, you've got nowhere left to go
(You know, you can't go back)
Go on, get out, you've got nowhere left to go
Go on, get out, you've got nowhere left to go
I think you know you weren't honest, now you're on your own
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Television Eyes
03:58
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Electric light illuminates my life
But I can't read your mind, it's your television eyes
What can I say you're looking through me everyday
What can I do but keep looking back at you
So I waited for an answer
I waited for a message to ease my mind
It's not the light it's your television eyes
You don't look at me the way you did before
It's not the light it's your television eyes
You don't look at me the way you did before
I feel like I'm on the outside
I keep waiting for the right time but it's getting dark
I dissolve, you stare at a screen
Instead of looking at me
When we talk I wanna scream
Something's coming in the air
It's not the light it's your television eyes
You don't look at me the way you did before
It's not the light it's your television eyes
You don't look at me the way you did before
I didn't always feel this way
Hope I'm wrong, tell me I'm wrong this time
I'm not ready to move on
I can see when your mind is in another place
You get that blank look on your face
Do you see what's hidden at all
You've been in my vision all along
It's not the light it's your television eyes
You don't look at me the way you did before
It's not the light it's your television eyes
Could you look at me the way you did before
Television eyes
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Fine Prince Seattle, Washington
Fine Prince was formed in Seattle, WA during a state of reverie in the damp foggy grey, and delivered into the tender green spring. These elements are reflected in the band's sound, which ranges from exuberant and bright, to whimsical and wry. With driving beats, electric guitars, synths, and lush vocal harmonies. ... more
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