1. |
Stop
02:07
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Stop, I don't wanna get caught
Yeah, I said stop, I don't wanna get caught
Yeah, I said stop, I don't wanna get caught again, I lost my friend
I said stop, I don't wanna get caught
Stop, she don't wanna get lost
Yeah, she said stop, she don't wanna get lost
Yeah, I said stop, I don't wanna get caught again, I lost my friend
I said stop, I don't wanna get caught
She says let go cause she's still holding on now
He's hanging on by just that little thread
The whole damn thing is getting pretty strange now
They're hanging on cause they're a bit deranged
Stop, I don't wanna get caught
Yeah, I said stop, I don't wanna get caught
Yeah, I said stop, I don't wanna get caught again, I lost my friend
I said stop, I don't wanna get caught, caught, caught
She says let go cause she's still holding on now
He's hanging on by just that little thread
The whole damn thing is getting pretty strange now
They're hanging on cause they're a bit deranged
She says let go cause she's still holding on now
He's hanging on by just that little thread
The whole damn thing is getting pretty strange now
They're hanging on cause they're a bit deranged
Stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, stop, stop, stop
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2. |
Little Spaceships
02:57
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Little spaceships flying over the station
Little spaceships flying o’er
Where you flying to?
I’m a flyer too
Little spaceships flying over the station
Little spaceships flying o’er
Where you flying to?
I’m a flyer too
All directions haunted by mistakes
I hit the gas I should’ve hit the breaks
So I go to war
What I’m fighting for?
Little spaceships flying over the station
Little spaceships flying o’er
Where you flying to?
I’m a flyer too
Little spaceships flying over the station
Little spaceships flying o’er
Where you flying to?
I’m a flyer too
A dear old friend and me, yeah, we lock eyes
I’m ignored or I’m not recognised
So I go to war
What I’m fighting for?
Little spaceships flying over the station
Little spaceships flying o’er
Where you flying to?
I’m a flyer too
Little spaceships flying over the station
Little spaceships flying o’er
Where you flying to?
I’m a flyer too
Look at stickers of bands gone by
They falling off the radar until they die
Miss America you’re too shy
To try it out in public until you’re high
Look at stickers of bands gone by
They falling off the radar until they die
Miss America you’re too shy
To try it out in public until you’re high
You’re talking sense
Oh so slowly
I can’t bear to look away
You’re talking sense
Why so angry?
I can’t hear a thing you say
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3. |
Feedback
03:38
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Oh I’ve got feedback
Forget the times that
We should’ve spent the days alone
Oh I’ve got cracked lips
The kind that sink ships
I’ll try to keep my mind at bay
Crazies on the train,
Who think that I’m insane
To wait on some perfection like a disney movie
And now I want to stay
Another lazy day
Cause you’re the fondness I’ll hold dear but won’t remember
I’ll remember the good times baby
I’ll remember the childish things we’ve done
I remember the bad times lately
So I forget all the lessons that we learned
Was it Costello?
Someone more mellow?
I guess my mind ain’t what it was
Now that I’m older
Should I act wiser
Or should I stay all young at heart
Crazies on the train,
Who know that I’m insane
To wait on some perfection like a disney movie
And now I want to stay
Another lazy day
Cause you’re the fondness I’ll hold dear but won’t remember
I’ll remember the good times baby
I’ll remember the childish things we’ve done
I remember the bad times lately
So I forget all the lessons that we learned
I’ll remember the good times baby
I’ll remember the childish things we’ve done
I remember the bad times lately
So I forget all the lessons that we learned
And when I tire
Of all that fighting
I will retire to the countryside
Are you my nightmare?
Am I to die there?
I’m not the thing that made you right
I’ll remember the good times baby
I’ll remember the childish things we’ve done
I remember the bad times lately
So I forget all the lessons that we learned
I’ll remember the good times baby
I’ll remember the childish things we’ve done
I remember the bad times lately
So I forget all the lessons that we learned
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Take The Bus
02:05
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Take the bus to the station
Don’t get impatient
I’m there for the ride
We’ll head off to the football
I don’t care if we score
I’m there for the ride
I know we’ve got a problem
The way you’ve been waiting
Impatient as time
I know you’re waiting
Your head suffocating
The days are a wasting
I’m there for the ride
I know you’re waiting
You’re head suffocates
Why don’t you hate me?
What happened my babe?
Take the bus to the station
Don’t get impatient
I’m there for the ride
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Lipstereo Melbourne, Australia
Lipstereo are a 4 piece indie alternative rock band from Melbourne. Formed in 2019, the group has since released a studio
EP, as well as a live EP showcasing their raw talent.
Lipstereo have been featured on rage, supported Slowly Slowly and have packed out headlines all around Melbourne. Now they’re on track to broker world peace and release their next EP: Modern Mythology Part 2
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