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Tuez Vos Idoles
02:40
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Hands in the pockets of yr jeans
Hands in the pockets of yr jeans
A nod at the door, guestlist and drinks galore
Hands in the pockets of yr jeans
Le bar est plein encore une fois
Le bar est plein encore une fois
Une bouteille dans la main, est-ce que c't'une Prime Mate?
Le bar est plein encore une fois
Too much power in the scene
You've got too much power in the scene
We all know your name and we whisper just the same
You've got too much power in the scene
Mon coeur qui se serre encore
Mon coeur qui se serre encore
Un autre nom sur la liste, aggresseur / apologiste
Mon coeur qui se serre encore
What does accountability mean?
What does accountability mean?
We wanna see justice, we wanna be trusted
What does accountability mean?
Too much power in the scene
You've got too much power in the scene
We all know your name and we whisper just the same
You've got too much power in the scene
Rien de nouveau dans cette histoire
Rien de nouveau dans cette histoire
Faut voir les possibilités, le pouvoir de changer
Rien de nouveau dans cette histoire
Kill kill yr idols indeed
Kill kill yr idols indeed
It's not just a song that we've been singing all along
Kill kill yr idols indeed
Tuez tuez vos idoles
Tuez tuez vos idoles
Ce n'est pas juste une chanson qu'on chantait tout au long
Tuez tuez vos idoles
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Cicadas
02:07
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I hear the cicadas singing, so I know it’s finally summertime
and I thought I had the winter blues but I was just upset at you
so I stayed in bed and felt fucked in the head
and wished I was dead and I sang my lonely lament
Why why why do you lie?
I hear the cicadas singing so I know it’s finally summertime
and I tell myself that I’ll feel better, my moods will change just
like the weather - well that’s not how it works and you’re such a
jerk, guess it’s one of your quirks, I just wish it didn’t hurt
Why why why do you lie?
I hear the cicadas singing, so I know it’s finally summertime
My horoscope said to forget and my therapist told me
to get over it - she said I need a new routine I felt a shift in energy sang a duet with Tiffany my busy brain has let me be
Why why why do you lie?
A friend asked me, “What does trust look like? Who do you put your faith in?” and I thought long and hard but couldn’t answer the question. I believe in justice, beauty, and truth. I believe in love, but I don’t believe in you.
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When I Die
01:35
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When I die don’t tag me on Facebook
When I die don’t tag me on Facebook
When I die
give my books to my sibling
give my clothes to my friends
and burn my journals
When I die don’t tag me on Facebook
When I die don’t tag me on Facebook
Heaven, hell, outer space
Inevitable ending
Say it to my face
Every season a revelation
a test of strength
or a mild flirtation
When I die don’t tag me on Facebook
When I die don’t tag me on Facebook
Heaven, hell, let’s make a trade
We’ll give you Morrissey
if you give us Kurt Cobain
When I die don’t tag me on Facebook
When I die don’t tag me on Facebook
When I die
give my books to my sibling
give my clothes to my friends
and burn my journals
When I die don’t tag me on Facebook
When I die don’t tag me on Facebook
When I die don’t tag me on Facebook
When I die don’t tag me on Facebook
When I die don’t tag me on Facebook
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Le Lendemain
03:53
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Je suis obligée de ne pas oublier
de ne rien oublier
jamais
jamais de la paix
le lendemain, le lendemain, le lendemain
On a couru après l’autobus
Il nous a pas vu.es
Foutu.es
complètement foutu.es
C’est un déjà vu, c’est un déjà vu, c’est un déjà vu
Je t’ai perdu.e, on s’est même pas connu.es
on s’est pas entendu.es
trop saoul.es
jamais s’est revu.es
Malentendus, malentendus, malentendus
Vivre dans le palais de la vérité
de la vulnérabilité
Les clés
Donne-moi les clés
La sérénité, la sérénité, la sérénité
Je suis obligée de ne pas oublier
de ne rien oublier
jamais
jamais de la paix
le lendemain, le lendemain, le lendemain
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Suit Of Armour
03:16
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I was just being nice, I was just making conversation
Women are taught to see one another as competition
This institutionalized rivalry positions me as a threat
How can I convince you that I’m not interested in your boyfriend?
Leather jacket and perfect lipstick, your suit of armour
Pigtails and running shoes, I’ve got my own on
You won’t let me make eye contact, that’s up to you
Internalized misogyny what’s a girl to do?
It’s a cliché to say that I do not play these games but
I do not play these games and I’ve gone to great lengths
You’re young and you’re drunk and I know and I get it but
I’m too old for this shit and I am still a feminist
Leather jacket and perfect lipstick, your suit of armour
Pigtails and running shoes, I’ve got my own on
You won’t let me make eye contact, that’s up to you
Internalized misogyny what’s a girl to do?
I want you to like me, I didn’t mean any harm
Anyway I’m not flirting it’s just my natural Libra charm
Sarcastic tone but I’m desperately craving sincerity
Honesty is a rarity, can’t we stand in solidarity?
Leather jacket and perfect lipstick, your suit of armour
Pigtails and running shoes, I’ve got my own on
You won’t let me make eye contact, that’s up to you
Internalized misogyny what’s a girl to do?
Internalized misogyny what’s a girl to do?
Internalized misogyny what’s a girl to do?
Internalized misogyny what’s a girl to do?
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Sugar Rush
01:54
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No electricity is not considered an emergency
when you’re not a part of a nuclear family
No welfare if your partner shares a house key
Three days, five days, finally turn into ten
Cut off the hydro, up the credit card debt
Dep snacks for breakfast, my life is such a mess
Sugar rush sugar rush sugar rush sugar rush
Why did I eat a whole box of Pop-Tarts??
Fuck me out of this irreality, get me out of my brain
and back into my body, Rescue Remedy cannot rescue me
I pull my hair you pull my hair, forcefully
A hint of lavender, a hit of melatonin
Make it a Zopiclone, a book to bury my nose in
Playing the waiting game, serenaded by Roy Orbison
Thinking, guessing, wondering
how many hours lost to imaginary conversations??
If I’d known I wouldn’t sleep, I’d’ve gone out and been seen
My eyes rest heavy, my body betrays me, stuck to my sheets
wet and sweaty, tortured by anxiety dreams
At what hour does the night owl meet the early bird?
Digging for worms, put your hands in the dirt, put your hands up my skirt
Spring is coming and so am I
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