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M.A.G.S. - TRY
03:34
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Don't try so hard
You're let down either way
Don't try so hard
You're disappointed
I'm waiting to feel it out
I'm weighted, don't let me down
Im waiting, the feelings gone
Don't let me down
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M.A.G.S. - BERLIN
03:36
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i was in a dream and you were in a dream with me
rode my bike to your house in the middle of the night. climb in your bed for the night.
im not afraid to tell you all the things i think about you.
and i’m not scared to touch the darkness you keep inside you.
oh my god, i feel alive
for the first time, i feel alive
oh my god i feel alive
i was all talk and you couldn’t hear the same damn melody i’m humming in your ear
give me two years just give me more time my dear
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M.A.G.S. - COULDN'T CARE
03:39
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what the fuck, i’m sorry what the hell i didn’t mean to curse or fuckin yell. what the hell, i’m sorry.
i apologize for hours. days turn into weeks and i’m still opening the wounds up and closing them again.
kissing always leads to sex, laughing turns to crying. and i’ve been steady dying in ways you’ll never know.
the same black jeans, the same tattoos
i can’t even look at you. such a contradiction cause we look just the same.
the humor in that is that i wasn’t really trying, i just said i was to make it seem like i was just afraid to lose my balance.
slip and fall, the ice will crack and i’ll be thrown into the sea.
we could have lived in california, or visited atlanta to see that aquarium you were always bitching about something every night, and every other week i couldn’t care.
i just lost my way, and you couldn’t care
you don’t believe a word i say so i’ll keep lying to your face. it doesn’t make a difference anyway.
you said we’ll grow old together, but i have no intention of growing old. no son, no daughters to account for and oh my mind is fading, my body’s breaking down. my mind is fading, my body’s breaking down
so what the fuck, i’m sorry what the hell i didn’t mean to curse or fuckin yell. what the hell, i’m sorry.
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M.A.G.S. Los Angeles, California
M.A.G.S. is the solo moniker for Elliott Douglas, an American indie rock artist and multi-instrumentalist.
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