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Founds total 9 songs

There's A Coldest Day In Every Year

Artist: Cursive
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Hey, Are you sleeping?. We've got nothing better to do. Than just lay here, together. Let it pass.... It wasn't so hard to destroy. Now its not so easy to forget.


The Radiator Hums

Artist: Cursive
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Dinner's getting cold. You haven't touched a thing. So what's it gonna be?. I can hold out much longer than you. . When it's steady, I'm just acting out my roles.



The Night I Lost The Will To Fight

Artist: Cursive
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame. That once burned within these fists where defeat remains. . The night has fallen down the staircase.... . I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame.


The Martyr

Artist: Cursive
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

And so it's begun. This is year one. The birth of a child in the form of a man. Wrapped in towel. Passed out on the floor. These drunken hours -- graces deflowered.


The Lament Of Pretty Baby

Artist: Cursive
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

I saw something I was not supposed to see. A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me. . (The kitchen door was open a crack,. So naively we peeked inside).


The Game Of Who Needs Who The Worst

Artist: Cursive
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

A little bit closer,. I know you're not bashful. There, now that's not so bad, is it?. So what was that secret?. What did that prick whisper to you?. Was it playful and flirty.


The Censor

Artist: Cursive
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

It's not a song about old friends,. backstabbers, leeches, or cretins.. It's not about you, and it isn't true.. . It's not a song about family,. how the lack thereof can be crippling..


The Casualty

Artist: Cursive
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

The night has fallen down the staircase. And I, for one, have felt its bruises. Equilbrium; inebriated. Our social graces have been displaced. . As we sink deeper into the drink.


The Bitter End

Artist: Cursive
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

When the bitter end arrives,. will we be at war or sadly, madly in love?. Will we beg for one more night?. Or will we have our bags packed. waiting at the door?.


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