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DNYA
03:03
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I need the palm trees and the gold sand.
I need the ocean breeze ruining my hair.
Or the coffee down at M Street and their locals discount.
And one thing I need is you to know that is I don’t need you around.
There’s a lady down on 6th Street who drives a BMW.
Drops her kids off at the high school she and their daddy went to.
I wonder if she’s ever hurtin' from never leaving this town.
But one thing I know that’s for certain is I don’t need you around.
I don't need you around
like taxes and gold that rubs off on my hands.
Like cracks in the sidewalk you trip me when I’m sad.
I don’t need you around
Like trust fund kids with their electronic sounds.
Or clothes that remind me I once made my folks proud,
I don’t need you around.
I got a good book.
Got my records.
I love that warm vinyl sound.
How am I lookin?
Yeah, in other words, I don’t need you around.
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New York City
03:02
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we used to laugh
we used to talk
we used to fight
then listen to The XX, have a lot of great sex, finish with a high five
we used to drink
we used to smoke fake cigarettes
lying on your mattress, wonderin' which address we should live next
but now i don’t ride the 5 anymore
and no i don’t cry in eastern time anymore
and no i don’t lie anymore
though i still get high, i don’t fly anymore to...
New York City
cause it ain’t too pretty
it’s such a pity to be living without you
now i take my car and my guitar down by the sand
and play a few songs that you used to hum along to
when you’d watch my band
but i don’t know the words anymore
cuz they don't hurt anymore
and no i don’t say "fine" anymore
though i still get high, i don’t fly anymore to...
New York City
cause it ain’t too pretty
it’s such a pity to be living without you in New York City
Maybe I was no good on these streets
i might have been born on concrete
but i’ll die with a better view
...of New York City
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3. |
Hold On
03:59
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When I see you smile,
it's not so clear in my eyes
cause I know it’s just a matter of time.
that you tell me you’re scared.
Well I've been scared too.
So why don’t we both be scared tonight?
In this difficult time
you’re all that i’m craving.
I'm so sick of waiting,
but I won’t stop waiting, no
cause you got a hold on me.
Well I get mountain high
when you kick me sea low.
Feels like I’m chasing butterflies
that never come down.
Well neither do I
I guess I’ll just stay up here for you.
In this difficult time
you’re all that i’m craving.
I'm so sick of waiting,
but I won’t stop waiting, no
cause you got a hold on me.
A hold on me.
I'll hold it down;
don’t need no peace
through this difficult time
yes i’ll hold it down like some kind of thief
through this difficult time
i'll hold you if you hold on to me
through this difficult time
cause you got a hold on me
just hold on to me
through this difficult time
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4. |
Not Too Late
04:28
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I stood right up on that stage with all eyes upon me,
but i’m still here standing alone in these shoes.
Like children in brand new rain, they danced just like angels.
Reminds me of Sundays in Brooklyn with you.
When it was simple for you
and simple to me
But now time has been wasted on all this lonely.
Now that you’re gone, I still believe,
all holed up and wasted on New York whiskey,
that it’s not too late to get back.
Now my eyes have been replaced.
And new words are spoken.
Yeah, who knew that we would be strangers again?
If only I made time on the weekend.
It'd be simple for you and simple for me.
But now time has been wasted on all this lonely.
Now that you’re gone, I still believe,
all holed up and wasted on New York whiskey,
that it’s not too late.
I hope it’s not too late to get back.
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5. |
Bulletproof
03:47
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i hit the road
i gave it hell
and now i'm left here all by myself
but i am bulletproof
i packed my bags
moved to LA
mom and dad live real far away
but i am bulletproof
i'm bulletproof cause i know who i am
i don't need you all to understand
i've had enough, so now i'll stick to the plan
cause i am bulletproof
i lost the girl
she's married now
but i still have my old wit somehow
cause i am bulletproof
i'm bulletproof cause i know who i am
i don't need you all to understand
i've had enough, so now i'll stick to the plan
cause i am bulletproof
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Tom Pino Los Angeles, California
Tom began his career in NYC as the lead singer-songwriter for the band Ghosts of Eden. Building from the ground up, GoE sold out and headlined major Live Nation venues touring with major label acts. This success resulted in Tom's affiliation with SESAC, where he started the publishing company: I Like Cereal Productions. In 2016, Tom moved to Los Angeles where he currently writes for other artists. ... more
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